#davis - Hello Poetry

I know the wind cries for me. The birds sing of my loneliness from the sky. I don't even see you in my dreams anymore. Your red dress hangs from the mahogany coat rack, and the storm clouds in my mind never go away. Baby, these miles and miles are making me soul sick, and this trumpet will be the death of me yet.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC

thomas-w-case

Miles and Miles

I know the wind cries for me. The birds sing of my loneliness from the sky. I don't even see you in my dreams anymore. Your red dress hangs from the mahogany coat rack, and the storm clouds in my mind never go away. Baby, these miles and miles are making me soul sick, and this trumpet will be the death of me yet.

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I walk these halls and bitter cold rooms With nothing but the thought of you And sometimes I begin to wonder If you did the things, I ponder. Did you hurt a person badly? Did you hurt a person, sadly- I cannot stop these from coming- Soon begin to fear the following. Will we last a lifetime like we said? As we lie down far away in bed. Nothing goes down, nothing went wrong, You stay polite as I think of this song. How did I choose you? My thoughts begin to shrink; Nothing in my mind will go in sink- And now I'm scared, a rhythm plays, A song I know too well and still I stay. I love the way to talk to me, The words you say the way you speak, And still I wonder why I think of it, You say it's okay, and we both just sit. We're quieter than what we were before, Because I think of deception and of her. The lies you say she told to them, The lies you say, they still condemn- And now I start to cry and hold a tear, A tear that falls along beside my fear; Of you I try to trust your word, your voice, But the more I look, the better choice: Is this all an act, a ***** game? Upon a heart of darkness littered pain? Am I in love, am I in Hell? I feel insane, A story tell, about a long and ruined road, A road I walk with me alone. I say I love you, I say I do, Questioning my reality too- Holding your name way up high, Should I really? Or should I, Just say the truth and end the lies? Before we die, before we die... I want you gone, I need you still, Just say my thoughts, I have the pills- I love you, love you more than life! For this is true I take my knife, Hold it to my throat and sigh, I love you, and to this goodnight. I need you dead, I need you dead, I see you in the mirror little tear I shed, Am I dead? God am I dead?! Is this hell, my Hell just as they said?! This consant feeling of lifelessness, I want it gone, need it to end! I need me to be okay but the more I talk there is just more pain! Condeming myself, holding myself accountable, For things I didn't do I am not responsible! And the feeling of guilt corresses my cheek, I did nothing hear the words I speak! It's all my fault I say to me, I blame myself for I decieve, Myself and only me, I know my pain it will not leave! A poem speaks the rath of me, The rath of me, myself and greed, It is something I do not behold, I show my kindness to the world! And still I talk so mean about myself, The thoughts I speak hang of my shelf. They ask why I speak badly of me, Do they not know what I see? I am crazy I am sick, Twisted in the mind I knit, A woven scarf that I hang by, A piece of thread to watch the light die. A needle in my heart and lungs, Pins and scissors scar the memories of fun! Oh I am not normal I scream aloud When no one else is near, around. I narrate life in third person too. And still these thoughts were ceased by you.

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC

Tales-From-the-Shadows_13-23

Three

I walk these halls and bitter cold rooms With nothing but the thought of you And sometimes I begin to wonder If you did the things, I ponder. Did you hurt a person badly? Did you hurt a person, sadly- I cannot stop these from coming- Soon begin to fear the following. Will we last a lifetime like we said? As we lie down far away in bed. Nothing goes down, nothing went wrong, You stay polite as I think of this song. How did I choose you? My thoughts begin to shrink; Nothing in my mind will go in sink- And now I'm scared, a rhythm plays, A song I know too well and still I stay. I love the way to talk to me, The words you say the way you speak, And still I wonder why I think of it, You say it's okay, and we both just sit. We're quieter than what we were before, Because I think of deception and of her. The lies you say she told to them, The lies you say, they still condemn- And now I start to cry and hold a tear, A tear that falls along beside my fear; Of you I try to trust your word, your voice, But the more I look, the better choice: Is this all an act, a ***** game? Upon a heart of darkness littered pain? Am I in love, am I in Hell? I feel insane, A story tell, about a long and ruined road, A road I walk with me alone. I say I love you, I say I do, Questioning my reality too- Holding your name way up high, Should I really? Or should I, Just say the truth and end the lies? Before we die, before we die... I want you gone, I need you still, Just say my thoughts, I have the pills- I love you, love you more than life! For this is true I take my knife, Hold it to my throat and sigh, I love you, and to this goodnight. I need you dead, I need you dead, I see you in the mirror little tear I shed, Am I dead? God am I dead?! Is this hell, my Hell just as they said?! This consant feeling of lifelessness, I want it gone, need it to end! I need me to be okay but the more I talk there is just more pain! Condeming myself, holding myself accountable, For things I didn't do I am not responsible! And the feeling of guilt corresses my cheek, I did nothing hear the words I speak! It's all my fault I say to me, I blame myself for I decieve, Myself and only me, I know my pain it will not leave! A poem speaks the rath of me, The rath of me, myself and greed, It is something I do not behold, I show my kindness to the world! And still I talk so mean about myself, The thoughts I speak hang of my shelf. They ask why I speak badly of me, Do they not know what I see? I am crazy I am sick, Twisted in the mind I knit, A woven scarf that I hang by, A piece of thread to watch the light die. A needle in my heart and lungs, Pins and scissors scar the memories of fun! Oh I am not normal I scream aloud When no one else is near, around. I narrate life in third person too. And still these thoughts were ceased by you.

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Not being able to decide between Audrey and Katharine is not a real problem, my friend! The hardness of life begins when you meet Bette and Grace. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAO8vlvPS88] PS: have you seen Lauren and Greta? They might have changed their phone number.

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Feb 9, 2017

Feb 9, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC

miss-clofullia

#DearIngrid

Not being able to decide between Audrey and Katharine is not a real problem, my friend! The hardness of life begins when you meet Bette and Grace. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAO8vlvPS88] PS: have you seen Lauren and Greta? They might have changed their phone number.

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