#beginings - Hello Poetry

If there is another thing beyond this one I shall meet it Seeing beyond the futures of tomorrows not yet lived There is a place I feel it I'll meet you there

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Apr 16, 2021

Apr 16, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC

MikeD

Terminal

If there is another thing beyond this one I shall meet it Seeing beyond the futures of tomorrows not yet lived There is a place I feel it I'll meet you there

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My everything is she has become to me Nothing is missing

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Oct 10, 2019

Oct 10, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC

MikeD

New love

My everything is she has become to me Nothing is missing

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now I lay me down to sleep, I promise you have my heart to keep. the sun rises, sets, and the moon is up above and all the while it is you I love. if I should die before you wake with you my soul will remain for no one else to take. this is promised completely because if you should die later in time you will have all you need to meet me

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Sep 27, 2019

Sep 27, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC

MikeD

The prayer

now I lay me down to sleep, I promise you have my heart to keep. the sun rises, sets, and the moon is up above and all the while it is you I love. if I should die before you wake with you my soul will remain for no one else to take. this is promised completely because if you should die later in time you will have all you need to meet me

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I'm finally me. Im the me that lets the suns ray hit me on a Sunday. Im the me that takes walks to clear my mind. Im the me that doesn't need you I'm the me that didn't have to choose, between letting you lie and hurt the one you love, just because you felt unsure. Im the me that has Joy in her pores. Im the me that enjoyed being invisible, and knowing everything about me made you feel invincible. I'm the me that should've been this me before the real me. Im finally me thanks to you. and theres nothing you can do.

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC

JoFabe

No Name Brand

I'm finally me. Im the me that lets the suns ray hit me on a Sunday. Im the me that takes walks to clear my mind. Im the me that doesn't need you I'm the me that didn't have to choose, between letting you lie and hurt the one you love, just because you felt unsure. Im the me that has Joy in her pores. Im the me that enjoyed being invisible, and knowing everything about me made you feel invincible. I'm the me that should've been this me before the real me. Im finally me thanks to you. and theres nothing you can do.

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Sometimes its good To start the cycle over To erase all the troubles The subsequently haunt your Dawning future And just be free Even its for an inkling Just start over.

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Aug 27, 2016

Aug 27, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC

Kayle

Beginning

Sometimes its good To start the cycle over To erase all the troubles The subsequently haunt your Dawning future And just be free Even its for an inkling Just start over.

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When Adam ate the forbidden fruit what did it taste like? All the good things life has to offer? All the bad? Did it taste like sunbeams? Like a childs rithmic gigles? Like The sick, upside-down, im-going-to-pee-myself rolicoster feeling? Like tight hugs? Did it taste as good as fields of flowers feel? Like rain? Like farness? Like the saltyness of sweat-or tears? Like silence? Like long open nights? Like unanswered texts? Like lunches alone? Like the sting of liquor? Like raisors Or did it taste like blood?

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Jun 15, 2016

Jun 15, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC

emilie-copley

Forbidden Fruit

When Adam ate the forbidden fruit what did it taste like? All the good things life has to offer? All the bad? Did it taste like sunbeams? Like a childs rithmic gigles? Like The sick, upside-down, im-going-to-pee-myself rolicoster feeling? Like tight hugs? Did it taste as good as fields of flowers feel? Like rain? Like farness? Like the saltyness of sweat-or tears? Like silence? Like long open nights? Like unanswered texts? Like lunches alone? Like the sting of liquor? Like raisors Or did it taste like blood?

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You're related to the sun... Ever so gold... Rising invariably atop of my world... I promise, now that it comes to you... All that matters to me gets blacked out... Not far from a solar eclipse... Everything's shaded... Even my pride gets faded... Not a thing.. Not a word.. Nor a single soul can possibly explain it... As if your spirit exists on mine... Not necessarily to tear me up... But to give birth to a new part of me... "You" are the inception... Matching the "Big Bang"... Only this time, "You" are my "Own" treasured yet unsolved "Theory"... Thu. Nov. 28th 2013. Kawther AlKhabbaz.

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC

The bottle and old thoughts haunt me all the same In whispers of what was and should never be did we lose our way or just vanish as quickly as the night before the day? So many times I thought of lines now simply I cast shadows where the blank spaces do reside. Tomorrow cannot promise so why should I? Let the words hold there own where I never could . We all have a cross to bear and me? I prefer to simply drive in the stake But make no mistake, what's nailed upon an empty cross is full of regret and loss and underneath a barren plain is buried pleasure and sadistic pain self recriminations and needless blame, but all the same we build empires of shame to live inside as truly insane we drink from memories that stoke a flame to burn eternally, assuring fame and comfort in a well of regret we drink to forget, tomorrow was just a promise made to us by those that sit at our feet when they crawl upon our laps we are beat, we are trampled beneath our own demise, we hid beneath our own disguise and we expired, when we desired surcease from our wickedness As I walk a red card in my jacket and miles of empty thoughts long cast aside No words find solace were the demons cling to their vices. All things decay as if to remind the living of the walk we all must bear I find no guilt in my pleasures just more scars to bare in happiness to none. Whispers of once was lay in empty thoughts. I speak with a mouth full of razors all to eager to cut down the meek . No words hold me in chains I simply but as I will nothing speaks clearly as a pause of silence. And the old thoughts that linger to grow into rumours Now they are all that is left of me . Rumours of old bones that litter the path to ruin are spoken by those that whisper to dead ghosts and kiss bloodless lips inside crumbling passages of age old keeps, on windswept moors where bleeding eyes leak tears weeping for something more Down the streets cobbled with fear slicked with garbage and the stench of ever rotting verbiage, Speak no more in silence, cry no more in penance of an oft abused life that only walks alone under an ever present thunderstorm of howling winds and lightening strikes and icy rivulets that trickle upon skin This walk of sin is where it begins

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC

helen

Walk of Sin (co write with John Patrick Robbins aka Gonzo)

The bottle and old thoughts haunt me all the same In whispers of what was and should never be did we lose our way or just vanish as quickly as the night before the day? So many times I thought of lines now simply I cast shadows where the blank spaces do reside. Tomorrow cannot promise so why should I? Let the words hold there own where I never could . We all have a cross to bear and me? I prefer to simply drive in the stake But make no mistake, what's nailed upon an empty cross is full of regret and loss and underneath a barren plain is buried pleasure and sadistic pain self recriminations and needless blame, but all the same we build empires of shame to live inside as truly insane we drink from memories that stoke a flame to burn eternally, assuring fame and comfort in a well of regret we drink to forget, tomorrow was just a promise made to us by those that sit at our feet when they crawl upon our laps we are beat, we are trampled beneath our own demise, we hid beneath our own disguise and we expired, when we desired surcease from our wickedness As I walk a red card in my jacket and miles of empty thoughts long cast aside No words find solace were the demons cling to their vices. All things decay as if to remind the living of the walk we all must bear I find no guilt in my pleasures just more scars to bare in happiness to none. Whispers of once was lay in empty thoughts. I speak with a mouth full of razors all to eager to cut down the meek . No words hold me in chains I simply but as I will nothing speaks clearly as a pause of silence. And the old thoughts that linger to grow into rumours Now they are all that is left of me . Rumours of old bones that litter the path to ruin are spoken by those that whisper to dead ghosts and kiss bloodless lips inside crumbling passages of age old keeps, on windswept moors where bleeding eyes leak tears weeping for something more Down the streets cobbled with fear slicked with garbage and the stench of ever rotting verbiage, Speak no more in silence, cry no more in penance of an oft abused life that only walks alone under an ever present thunderstorm of howling winds and lightening strikes and icy rivulets that trickle upon skin This walk of sin is where it begins

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You are worse for my lungs then the cigarettes I refuse to smoke. Conflicted breathing. Pounding heart. Dizzy spells. And love, is art.

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC

lou-mcnamara

Love Poem

You are worse for my lungs then the cigarettes I refuse to smoke. Conflicted breathing. Pounding heart. Dizzy spells. And love, is art.

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Cremate me - and from my ashes will come new life

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC

lou-mcnamara

Phoenix

Cremate me - and from my ashes will come new life

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Theres wanting love and wanting you - Making two into one. Two souls halved Becoming whole. I wanted you, wanted it so bad I'd have lay down and given my life. I'll never trust, or even love You didn't break me - I'll want again, this is true There'll never again be wanting you.

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Jan 10, 2015

Jan 10, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC

lou-mcnamara

Want

Theres wanting love and wanting you - Making two into one. Two souls halved Becoming whole. I wanted you, wanted it so bad I'd have lay down and given my life. I'll never trust, or even love You didn't break me - I'll want again, this is true There'll never again be wanting you.

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Love somebody As I have loved you - Be loved again As I have loved you - I hope I love once more As I have loved you - And may I be loved As I have loved you -

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Dec 23, 2014

Dec 23, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC

lou-mcnamara

To love and love again

Love somebody As I have loved you - Be loved again As I have loved you - I hope I love once more As I have loved you - And may I be loved As I have loved you -

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I sat at the table – engrossed in Poe, once again my friend had failed to show. A young man sat at the table next to me – mumbling it was the only free seat I smiled politely and returned to the words, which meant everything to me Each word alone a magnificent beauty. I noticed the man was watching me, so I turned my gaze to he. Twelve hours later I lay on your floor, as you read me poems about the girl you love. Each one of us became an addiction to the other, each the others ecstasy. Each week I came and we spoke, laughed, watched vintage films, read words of beauty And music – there was always music. Sometimes new, mostly old – my favourite was yours. Months passed before we met the others friends, we had been so obsessed with talking. Your friends sweetened the deal – each a soul, so pure and real. They invited us camping – I could hardly wait. When I turned up the next day, you looked different – ached, with a look of painful desire etched onto your face. You said the trip could not go ahead, but pleaded with me to spend the night at yours. I looked up at you, with my bug-wide eyes, sharing my smile and nodded silently. I placed on our favourite movie and resumed my position on the floor, while you lay on the bed. The film ended and you called to me, your voice sad and pained. “Why do you never sit close enough for me to touch you – are you afraid?” You slid unto the floor and sat next to me, this poem you spoke was different to all the ones before. Nervously I bit my lip and sighed inwardly – that one, was written for me. You pulled me closer to you and kissed me in a way that had never been done before – It was soft, sweet yet hungry and full of desire. I turned away. “I thought we were friends,” I whispered while nervously biting my lip. You held my gaze until I understood, this time, I was kissing you. You made love to me for the first time that night – And every morning and night for a year after that. You had warned me that first night that I would grow bored of you – I denied it. Now I see, you grew bored of me – my love flowered as your apathy grew. It’s been some months now since you uttered words of love for me For a while we remained those friends who spent hours talking and listening – bonding. We could hear the clock ticking – we could only pretend for so long that everything had not been destroyed. That addiction, that time-warp-friendship, all that talking. “I thought we were friends” was the last thing I whispered to you I never wanted our love, it was your doing – Now I am the one who holds the burden of our love, in my heart and soul You look straight past me - I knew we should have gone camping.

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC

lou-mcnamara

I wanted to go camping

I sat at the table – engrossed in Poe, once again my friend had failed to show. A young man sat at the table next to me – mumbling it was the only free seat I smiled politely and returned to the words, which meant everything to me Each word alone a magnificent beauty. I noticed the man was watching me, so I turned my gaze to he. Twelve hours later I lay on your floor, as you read me poems about the girl you love. Each one of us became an addiction to the other, each the others ecstasy. Each week I came and we spoke, laughed, watched vintage films, read words of beauty And music – there was always music. Sometimes new, mostly old – my favourite was yours. Months passed before we met the others friends, we had been so obsessed with talking. Your friends sweetened the deal – each a soul, so pure and real. They invited us camping – I could hardly wait. When I turned up the next day, you looked different – ached, with a look of painful desire etched onto your face. You said the trip could not go ahead, but pleaded with me to spend the night at yours. I looked up at you, with my bug-wide eyes, sharing my smile and nodded silently. I placed on our favourite movie and resumed my position on the floor, while you lay on the bed. The film ended and you called to me, your voice sad and pained. “Why do you never sit close enough for me to touch you – are you afraid?” You slid unto the floor and sat next to me, this poem you spoke was different to all the ones before. Nervously I bit my lip and sighed inwardly – that one, was written for me. You pulled me closer to you and kissed me in a way that had never been done before – It was soft, sweet yet hungry and full of desire. I turned away. “I thought we were friends,” I whispered while nervously biting my lip. You held my gaze until I understood, this time, I was kissing you. You made love to me for the first time that night – And every morning and night for a year after that. You had warned me that first night that I would grow bored of you – I denied it. Now I see, you grew bored of me – my love flowered as your apathy grew. It’s been some months now since you uttered words of love for me For a while we remained those friends who spent hours talking and listening – bonding. We could hear the clock ticking – we could only pretend for so long that everything had not been destroyed. That addiction, that time-warp-friendship, all that talking. “I thought we were friends” was the last thing I whispered to you I never wanted our love, it was your doing – Now I am the one who holds the burden of our love, in my heart and soul You look straight past me - I knew we should have gone camping.

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You left silent as the wind I walk alone with an air of purpose You spoke harsh words like thunder I dance to the music of the storm You stole the heart that beats only for you I've learned to live without one.

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC

Kennedy-Brooks

Hurricane

You left silent as the wind I walk alone with an air of purpose You spoke harsh words like thunder I dance to the music of the storm You stole the heart that beats only for you I've learned to live without one.

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