#rudy - Hello Poetry

I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning And decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… It would be about you About how I loved you the same way That I learned to ride a bike: Scared But reckless With no training wheels or elbow pads So my scars can tell you the story of how I fell for you ~Rudy Francisco I’m not Rudy Francisco But every man has his own words So if I was a love poet God knows I would still write about you But I would write about how That smile of yours might only last a moment But I'll do everything I can to make it last a lifetime And then... I will make sure it lasts an eternity If I was a love poet I would tell you how You make all of my days So I'll make it my duty to make all your tomorrows I would tell you That the sun rises each and every morning Because it wants to see you Because as bright as the sun is It is blinded by your light And you make me want to see What blindness is really like So I can look at you for the Short moment before I lose my sight Because then Your image will always be with me However, If I really cared I would tell you You’re better off alone Than with me Because I know I know I’ll hurt you And I can’t bare the thought of that I would tell you I’m not enough And I never will be Because enough isn’t in me If I really cared I would tell you Nothing Because I don’t deserve the chance to speak to you However to tell you any of this You would have to be real

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Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC

darkknight101

If I was a love Poet

I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning And decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… It would be about you About how I loved you the same way That I learned to ride a bike: Scared But reckless With no training wheels or elbow pads So my scars can tell you the story of how I fell for you ~Rudy Francisco I’m not Rudy Francisco But every man has his own words So if I was a love poet God knows I would still write about you But I would write about how That smile of yours might only last a moment But I'll do everything I can to make it last a lifetime And then... I will make sure it lasts an eternity If I was a love poet I would tell you how You make all of my days So I'll make it my duty to make all your tomorrows I would tell you That the sun rises each and every morning Because it wants to see you Because as bright as the sun is It is blinded by your light And you make me want to see What blindness is really like So I can look at you for the Short moment before I lose my sight Because then Your image will always be with me However, If I really cared I would tell you You’re better off alone Than with me Because I know I know I’ll hurt you And I can’t bare the thought of that I would tell you I’m not enough And I never will be Because enough isn’t in me If I really cared I would tell you Nothing Because I don’t deserve the chance to speak to you However to tell you any of this You would have to be real

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The things I love include Sunsets on a Friday evening and stargazing on a Friday night Barber shop conversations Talking to people about politics and sports so in essence Barber shop conversations I love going tubing and playing other water sports Even though I can't swim, but so far I haven't drowned so far so I'll keep winging it I love when people jump in after me when I'm drowning Not only literally but figuratively When I am submerged in fear as if it were water When my heart beats against my chest as if it were trying to break free When my neurons fire like a gatling gun, you my heroes, you save me from me I love cocoa puffs, a lot I also love when black women wear there hair in afros or puffs because it's something beautiful about all the shades of black and brown I love Sunday morning church and Sunday afternoon lunch with family I love ice cream maybe because it is the closest thing to love I've ever found Cold and sweet it reminds me to enjoy the simple things in life because they won't always be around I love girls with pretty smiles, and tasteful laughs Brown eyes with a big heart I love looking up at a night sky filled with stars and a heart wide open and feeling, and knowing that God exists I love talking to people that suffer with depression I know that may be an odd confession but it's something real in the words they say They see the world as it is not as it should be Instead of hiding their flaws, their burdens , they show them so clearly They remind me to be honest about me Some things I love Orange juice Plantains, not bananas, plantains I love SEEING black people in Unity Whether it's to start a government or tear one down With their hands over there hearts or knees on the ground I don't care because for too long we as a people have been divided So to stand for something, or to stand against something, To run for president, and not from the KKK To put our knees on the ground so the police doesn't put a knee in our backs To put knowledge in our heads to prevent bullets in our bodies I love seeing a room full of people, dressed to a tee and in one accord I love seeing it as much as I love hearing Nat King Cole's "Chesnuts roasting on an open fire while drinking a cup of hot chocolate on Christmas eve , next to the fireplace, surrounded with family These are some things I love

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC

thecalmeststorm

Things I love (Unfinished)

The things I love include Sunsets on a Friday evening and stargazing on a Friday night Barber shop conversations Talking to people about politics and sports so in essence Barber shop conversations I love going tubing and playing other water sports Even though I can't swim, but so far I haven't drowned so far so I'll keep winging it I love when people jump in after me when I'm drowning Not only literally but figuratively When I am submerged in fear as if it were water When my heart beats against my chest as if it were trying to break free When my neurons fire like a gatling gun, you my heroes, you save me from me I love cocoa puffs, a lot I also love when black women wear there hair in afros or puffs because it's something beautiful about all the shades of black and brown I love Sunday morning church and Sunday afternoon lunch with family I love ice cream maybe because it is the closest thing to love I've ever found Cold and sweet it reminds me to enjoy the simple things in life because they won't always be around I love girls with pretty smiles, and tasteful laughs Brown eyes with a big heart I love looking up at a night sky filled with stars and a heart wide open and feeling, and knowing that God exists I love talking to people that suffer with depression I know that may be an odd confession but it's something real in the words they say They see the world as it is not as it should be Instead of hiding their flaws, their burdens , they show them so clearly They remind me to be honest about me Some things I love Orange juice Plantains, not bananas, plantains I love SEEING black people in Unity Whether it's to start a government or tear one down With their hands over there hearts or knees on the ground I don't care because for too long we as a people have been divided So to stand for something, or to stand against something, To run for president, and not from the KKK To put our knees on the ground so the police doesn't put a knee in our backs To put knowledge in our heads to prevent bullets in our bodies I love seeing a room full of people, dressed to a tee and in one accord I love seeing it as much as I love hearing Nat King Cole's "Chesnuts roasting on an open fire while drinking a cup of hot chocolate on Christmas eve , next to the fireplace, surrounded with family These are some things I love

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"Regular-sized Rudy? Why do they call you that?" "Just look at me," A touch of incongruity, like a rogue ****** in the parking lot of Rite Aid that's like really close to the entrance He said: "I want us to be happy, and normal, and I want to treat you better," Just look at me.

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Dec 6, 2015

Dec 6, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC

cecelia-francis

Regular-sized Rudy

"Regular-sized Rudy? Why do they call you that?" "Just look at me," A touch of incongruity, like a rogue ****** in the parking lot of Rite Aid that's like really close to the entrance He said: "I want us to be happy, and normal, and I want to treat you better," Just look at me.

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I was born on a Sunday. My eyes change colors depending on the weather. I am 5' 2'' but feel like I am 5' 6". I don't know how to do Calculus. I am okay with that. My first name means "one who listens". I wish my middle name meant "one who speaks" because my God, I am a wishing well and people have the tendency to toss their secrets into me. And their loss, their pain, their anger, their sadness, their regret it fills up a part of me that I thought was infinite. I am on the constant verge of spilling over and when I walk I feel like a garbage bag, dragged against cement, one sidewalk scrape away from coming undone. I am expected to keep everyone's mess inside. My friends tend give me **** for the amount of time I can spend staring in the mirror. The secret here isn't that I'm vain, it's that approaching my reflection is like ripping off a band-aid because looking myself in the eye still makes my stomach flip. 60 pounds of weight lost does not silence the echoes of words that convinced me that life as a size zero was the only life worth living and I had been alive nine sizes too long. I can't always remember that I am beautiful. And I have this collection of words that I should have said. When I am alone, I bring them out from my closet and introduce them to the ghosts of people I have lost, of the people I could not fix, of the people I should forget but can't forget because I don't want to forget because there's something about keeping wounds open that feels better than letting them heal— I have always been one to pick at scabs. This is my declaration of honesty— My name is Sam. I can't ride a bike but I can write you a poem. I am afraid of perpetually falling in love with people who won't love me back. There is a man in a cell I live to forget. I am convinced Heaven looks like Ireland and that soul mates come in multiples. My voice shakes when I say what I think. and for once, this poem isn't for you. This is a poem for me.

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC

sam-wenz

honest. (inspired by rudy francisco.)

I was born on a Sunday. My eyes change colors depending on the weather. I am 5' 2'' but feel like I am 5' 6". I don't know how to do Calculus. I am okay with that. My first name means "one who listens". I wish my middle name meant "one who speaks" because my God, I am a wishing well and people have the tendency to toss their secrets into me. And their loss, their pain, their anger, their sadness, their regret it fills up a part of me that I thought was infinite. I am on the constant verge of spilling over and when I walk I feel like a garbage bag, dragged against cement, one sidewalk scrape away from coming undone. I am expected to keep everyone's mess inside. My friends tend give me **** for the amount of time I can spend staring in the mirror. The secret here isn't that I'm vain, it's that approaching my reflection is like ripping off a band-aid because looking myself in the eye still makes my stomach flip. 60 pounds of weight lost does not silence the echoes of words that convinced me that life as a size zero was the only life worth living and I had been alive nine sizes too long. I can't always remember that I am beautiful. And I have this collection of words that I should have said. When I am alone, I bring them out from my closet and introduce them to the ghosts of people I have lost, of the people I could not fix, of the people I should forget but can't forget because I don't want to forget because there's something about keeping wounds open that feels better than letting them heal— I have always been one to pick at scabs. This is my declaration of honesty— My name is Sam. I can't ride a bike but I can write you a poem. I am afraid of perpetually falling in love with people who won't love me back. There is a man in a cell I live to forget. I am convinced Heaven looks like Ireland and that soul mates come in multiples. My voice shakes when I say what I think. and for once, this poem isn't for you. This is a poem for me.

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You see, I want that, I want that, ‘my friends think I’m crazy’ kind of love. That ‘reckless’ kind of love. That ‘wake up early make you breakfast’ kind of love. That, ‘crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this’ kind of love. Forget the shallow stuff, I want the deepest kind of love. That ‘I want to stay up late and tell you all my secrets’ kind of love. That every time I see you walk on pieces kind of love. I want that ‘stand next to me’ kind of love. That ‘it’s by destiny’ kind of love. That ‘no matter what happens to me, you’ll always get the best of me’ kind of love. That ‘you get my heart and my mind, this world gets the rest of me’ kind of love. That ‘invest in me’ kind of love, because ‘you already know that I’m invested in you’ kind of love. That ‘you come home upset, and you don’t have to say nothing, I already know what to do’ kind of love. I want, love.

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC