#oldlife - Hello Poetry

Frosty Beer Bottle Revisit Never The Norm An Old Life Dies

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC

ThePhiltz

Haiku

Frosty Beer Bottle Revisit Never The Norm An Old Life Dies

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At home I'm alone In life its a lie I have a shadow but it taunts me it laughs and punches me but when I go to my bedside in the dark I cant see it I think its gone like a shadow but the next morning it waits to start the day and torture me some more Its the tormentor and I'm its prey.

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Jan 31, 2017

Jan 31, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC

VoidGazer

By my bedside

At home I'm alone In life its a lie I have a shadow but it taunts me it laughs and punches me but when I go to my bedside in the dark I cant see it I think its gone like a shadow but the next morning it waits to start the day and torture me some more Its the tormentor and I'm its prey.

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it looks like the inside of my cortex Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions A few books and spells surrounded by potions Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in Mattress on the floor tucked on top of a box spring Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never dim...tech floods the room like CSI evidence Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC

stellarhero

My Cave

it looks like the inside of my cortex Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions A few books and spells surrounded by potions Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in Mattress on the floor tucked on top of a box spring Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never dim...tech floods the room like CSI evidence Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.

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Remember the warmth of our body No one else can tame and control me Other than the ones I know as family It's sad to see The way you act is so empty And it really ***** with things That pain tho it really stings I wish you fucken knew The things I wouldn't Fucken do

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Oct 14, 2015

Oct 14, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC

LostSouls

That feeling ..

Remember the warmth of our body No one else can tame and control me Other than the ones I know as family It's sad to see The way you act is so empty And it really ***** with things That pain tho it really stings I wish you fucken knew The things I wouldn't Fucken do

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I remember you, In the winter, 3am all those years ago. It was freezing in the abandoned lot. The cold iron barrel on your temple. When you pulled the trigger, There was no pulling through. No grand victory over demons. Just confusion in the lives you touched. When you pulled the trigger, Graduation didn't come. College letters piled at the door. Friends got a funeral instead of a party. When you pulled the trigger, You would never meet new friends Inspiring them, nor be the shoulder old ones Leaned on, empty feelings swelling. When you pulled the trigger, Your lover to be, lost herself. The daughter was never born. You never got to hear how you were her hero. I remember that night, Seared into my memories. Of a champion, who wiped away the tears, Said to himself no more. Went home to his family who loved him. Made life happen, and conquered The depths of his own hell.

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC

devin-ortiz

A Conversation with Myself

I remember you, In the winter, 3am all those years ago. It was freezing in the abandoned lot. The cold iron barrel on your temple. When you pulled the trigger, There was no pulling through. No grand victory over demons. Just confusion in the lives you touched. When you pulled the trigger, Graduation didn't come. College letters piled at the door. Friends got a funeral instead of a party. When you pulled the trigger, You would never meet new friends Inspiring them, nor be the shoulder old ones Leaned on, empty feelings swelling. When you pulled the trigger, Your lover to be, lost herself. The daughter was never born. You never got to hear how you were her hero. I remember that night, Seared into my memories. Of a champion, who wiped away the tears, Said to himself no more. Went home to his family who loved him. Made life happen, and conquered The depths of his own hell.

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I took a step back And took it all in, Looking at this scene As if it were a movie on the big screen Projected up for everyone to see And not until then did I realize This is not my life anymore. However much it used to be me However much I want it to be However much it used to mean to me Simply does not matter And I fear it never will again. It's a twisted sort of funny The way something can mean so much to you But at the same time, You can leave it all in an instant. That was my life, The scene I am standing here watching. It's so strange, Being on the outside. I've never seen things this way before. I guess that is part of leaving the past behind, Leaving that part of you And after you leave it It begins to change In ways you never could have expected, But there is nothing you can do For you are on the outside Looking in on what you used to know. And I guess this is when it hit me hardest, Watching these people, That maybe I was never a part of this, Maybe this was never a part of me For if it had been, if I had been, Would they and I not feel a loss? One of those holes you feel Deep down inside of you. I don't know what I was then, But I was obviously never them, For that hole is not there. I don't feel its presence at least And still, even though I am quite aware now That they do not miss me And I do not miss them, I still feel something, An indescribable feeling. It's not pain but it's not happiness. It's that in between that I've been feeling quite often lately. I'm not sad that I left this world behind, Nor am I happy. I am indifferent to this world in the most emotional way possible. I can't describe it, But it is there. I feel its presence eating slowly away at my soul, But I could never even hope of explaining myself But here I am anyway, Trying. m.c.c.

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC

mcc

I Took A Step Back

I took a step back And took it all in, Looking at this scene As if it were a movie on the big screen Projected up for everyone to see And not until then did I realize This is not my life anymore. However much it used to be me However much I want it to be However much it used to mean to me Simply does not matter And I fear it never will again. It's a twisted sort of funny The way something can mean so much to you But at the same time, You can leave it all in an instant. That was my life, The scene I am standing here watching. It's so strange, Being on the outside. I've never seen things this way before. I guess that is part of leaving the past behind, Leaving that part of you And after you leave it It begins to change In ways you never could have expected, But there is nothing you can do For you are on the outside Looking in on what you used to know. And I guess this is when it hit me hardest, Watching these people, That maybe I was never a part of this, Maybe this was never a part of me For if it had been, if I had been, Would they and I not feel a loss? One of those holes you feel Deep down inside of you. I don't know what I was then, But I was obviously never them, For that hole is not there. I don't feel its presence at least And still, even though I am quite aware now That they do not miss me And I do not miss them, I still feel something, An indescribable feeling. It's not pain but it's not happiness. It's that in between that I've been feeling quite often lately. I'm not sad that I left this world behind, Nor am I happy. I am indifferent to this world in the most emotional way possible. I can't describe it, But it is there. I feel its presence eating slowly away at my soul, But I could never even hope of explaining myself But here I am anyway, Trying. m.c.c.

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