#caliber - Hello Poetry

I woke up in the afternoon Missed myself the morning train It's the second one that I've missed Since I tried to get going around 6am I can't keep my eyes from tearing My hands from doing their not-so-cool shakes I reach into my pockets for something That just feels a little bit like yesterday I can hear the whistle blowing From outside my apartment door I believe for the first time Maybe I should drive to work We missed each other's calls from last night I counted the minutes that passed, I drank myself a thirty-three year old brandy I stole from my parent's liquor cabinet. The 10:00am buzz to get me right Started for, is it Saturday? I don't drink but to remember I drink to remember the pain. A .44 at close range My heart skips with great excite, The bullet-proof vest I wear when I'm shot May barely not save my life. I've grown tired off waiting for the beach I swim with sharks blacked out in the dark Playing dares with Sarah Marie. Until the wild Pacific digs its first row of teeth into me.

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC

martin-narrod

.44s & Wild Sharks

I woke up in the afternoon Missed myself the morning train It's the second one that I've missed Since I tried to get going around 6am I can't keep my eyes from tearing My hands from doing their not-so-cool shakes I reach into my pockets for something That just feels a little bit like yesterday I can hear the whistle blowing From outside my apartment door I believe for the first time Maybe I should drive to work We missed each other's calls from last night I counted the minutes that passed, I drank myself a thirty-three year old brandy I stole from my parent's liquor cabinet. The 10:00am buzz to get me right Started for, is it Saturday? I don't drink but to remember I drink to remember the pain. A .44 at close range My heart skips with great excite, The bullet-proof vest I wear when I'm shot May barely not save my life. I've grown tired off waiting for the beach I swim with sharks blacked out in the dark Playing dares with Sarah Marie. Until the wild Pacific digs its first row of teeth into me.

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on the 6th day of January a baby boy were born namely Solomon E. Sicio, he was the 7th child as recorded too. 5 years later,,,he learned how to write,sing and the eagerness to listen 1 day,,, bcoz of his thirst and hunger..he roved around to the kitchen HEY ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? voiced over by his eldest brother Oh Kuya come and look,how should i cut this lime? I GOT WONDER! kuya Sonny took the knife- begun to talk and started to demonstrate. so he'd enlightened from then on and used to love playing such a mind game, times gone by,he uses 2 nickname--"Sol or MON" on his 3rd grade. But he hates the feeling when he is already 8 years old.Less than a decade .............has just past again-he decided to grew up and be matured enough! Until now----out of 9 of his brethren ,,,don't know his caliber for being tough ,,,,but 4 of his best-friend really knew how he draw the character named san Goku and he finally entered to the nation of hp world,,and want to say............ HOW HE LOVES AND HATE TO PLAY THE GAME SO CALLED ...sudoku

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC

TanglawatPanglaw

SUDOKU

on the 6th day of January a baby boy were born namely Solomon E. Sicio, he was the 7th child as recorded too. 5 years later,,,he learned how to write,sing and the eagerness to listen 1 day,,, bcoz of his thirst and hunger..he roved around to the kitchen HEY ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? voiced over by his eldest brother Oh Kuya come and look,how should i cut this lime? I GOT WONDER! kuya Sonny took the knife- begun to talk and started to demonstrate. so he'd enlightened from then on and used to love playing such a mind game, times gone by,he uses 2 nickname--"Sol or MON" on his 3rd grade. But he hates the feeling when he is already 8 years old.Less than a decade .............has just past again-he decided to grew up and be matured enough! Until now----out of 9 of his brethren ,,,don't know his caliber for being tough ,,,,but 4 of his best-friend really knew how he draw the character named san Goku and he finally entered to the nation of hp world,,and want to say............ HOW HE LOVES AND HATE TO PLAY THE GAME SO CALLED ...sudoku

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I miss how we were the only ones alike. We were the only two of that caliber, and you knew it. Electricity flew between your lips and mine. We were beautiful. I miss how our voices pierced the heavy silence around us, and tangled up with one another. I miss how we preformed for no more than one another. I miss how your melodies kissed my face as they glided about our space. I miss our shared breath. I miss my voice moving in perfect time with yours; curving up to meet your highs, and dipping down to brush against your lows. I miss the way you would look at me when I took control and owned the song-- with that sly, crooked grin. The accidental physical touch The longing when our time ran out The lingering of your voice, and that crystal gaze burning into my core The teasing and the backhanded compliments Never too sure of what's work and what's play But I'm sure of this: There is a certain intimacy that comes with throwing your heart and soul into the void, and hoping it doesn't fall flat. There's an even deeper intimacy that follows when you meet another voice, and you move and reach and swell and growl and throw everything you have into that one note. Because without passion, we are dead. Breathe into me.

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC

revenant

Breathe into me

I miss how we were the only ones alike. We were the only two of that caliber, and you knew it. Electricity flew between your lips and mine. We were beautiful. I miss how our voices pierced the heavy silence around us, and tangled up with one another. I miss how we preformed for no more than one another. I miss how your melodies kissed my face as they glided about our space. I miss our shared breath. I miss my voice moving in perfect time with yours; curving up to meet your highs, and dipping down to brush against your lows. I miss the way you would look at me when I took control and owned the song-- with that sly, crooked grin. The accidental physical touch The longing when our time ran out The lingering of your voice, and that crystal gaze burning into my core The teasing and the backhanded compliments Never too sure of what's work and what's play But I'm sure of this: There is a certain intimacy that comes with throwing your heart and soul into the void, and hoping it doesn't fall flat. There's an even deeper intimacy that follows when you meet another voice, and you move and reach and swell and growl and throw everything you have into that one note. Because without passion, we are dead. Breathe into me.

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