"alibies" poems - Hello Poetry

A calamity of views abused When the alcohol is strong The choices go wrong Everyones offend through Misinterpreted temptation Using my over analyzing brain to calm the degraded Crying over a mundane sane Looking for persuasion Through persecution Picking out your weaknesses Bleakness, is a majestic trait Not intentionally Burdening their agony My name is animosity I depict a character that sympathizes Your alibies Using my vulnerability Contaminated humility Finding The hiding No problem suggesting My dark secrets of the night Applying my skits that fit right Paranoid to be viewed in a mortifying light I would be lying denying my animalistic ride I have scrutinized Remorsing I see earth born Godly you stand In the morning Behold deformities You fit the norm I bow to your Godly proportion In vein this I pray Amen

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May 13, 2016

May 13, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC

Karajean

I pray to you

A calamity of views abused When the alcohol is strong The choices go wrong Everyones offend through Misinterpreted temptation Using my over analyzing brain to calm the degraded Crying over a mundane sane Looking for persuasion Through persecution Picking out your weaknesses Bleakness, is a majestic trait Not intentionally Burdening their agony My name is animosity I depict a character that sympathizes Your alibies Using my vulnerability Contaminated humility Finding The hiding No problem suggesting My dark secrets of the night Applying my skits that fit right Paranoid to be viewed in a mortifying light I would be lying denying my animalistic ride I have scrutinized Remorsing I see earth born Godly you stand In the morning Behold deformities You fit the norm I bow to your Godly proportion In vein this I pray Amen

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Don't call me your baby cakes Don't tell me I look Great Don't tell me that I'm the only one for you When it's only semi straightforward, like your pants since the day we met Don't tell me my *** looks tight to get out of a fight Don't tell me not to finish a whole box of a wine in one night I feel the need to sit and binge watch parenthood and do the ugly cry Don't trust me because I only partially trust you Don't scream when I request blunt alibies Don't suggest you're done with my bull **** Baby cakes you're mine until the ******* end I really want you to know I love you

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May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC

Karajean

Don't call me baby cakes

Don't call me your baby cakes Don't tell me I look Great Don't tell me that I'm the only one for you When it's only semi straightforward, like your pants since the day we met Don't tell me my *** looks tight to get out of a fight Don't tell me not to finish a whole box of a wine in one night I feel the need to sit and binge watch parenthood and do the ugly cry Don't trust me because I only partially trust you Don't scream when I request blunt alibies Don't suggest you're done with my bull **** Baby cakes you're mine until the ******* end I really want you to know I love you

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I’m always hearing music so I must be listening too close Seeking answers in the lyrics Adhering to every word spoke It’s said that insanity is surely defined Doing the same thing over and over again I always find myself wanting to go back and again, I find the means to an end If I tried to run away there would be a repeated proof The asylum is ineludible and I’m clearly crazy for you Trying every method to remove what the conductor put in me Binding strings of a puppet master inspired to play this symphony The end of days may not come soon but someday, in that palace of the sky I’ll look in the directory for the one with celestial eyes I’ll ask for only five minutes I’ll try to explain in the short time All I was never able to find words for in the world of yours and mine Love for only giving, could have been but, was too often unforgiving Broken hearts simply tried to survive but, life without you was not living There was no peace where there was pride and I’m not looking for alibies But always found myself asking why even apart, your happiness was mine We promised it’s unconditional but didn’t survive dark times Silence as our backs turned to conceal the cries Two things I’m sure I surely knew for sure as I waited for a shooting star in the sky What I gave to you is always yours Till the end of time, this love abides ~ Scott Mitchell

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Oct 26, 2012

Oct 26, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC

scott-mitchell

Devout Notes

I’m always hearing music so I must be listening too close Seeking answers in the lyrics Adhering to every word spoke It’s said that insanity is surely defined Doing the same thing over and over again I always find myself wanting to go back and again, I find the means to an end If I tried to run away there would be a repeated proof The asylum is ineludible and I’m clearly crazy for you Trying every method to remove what the conductor put in me Binding strings of a puppet master inspired to play this symphony The end of days may not come soon but someday, in that palace of the sky I’ll look in the directory for the one with celestial eyes I’ll ask for only five minutes I’ll try to explain in the short time All I was never able to find words for in the world of yours and mine Love for only giving, could have been but, was too often unforgiving Broken hearts simply tried to survive but, life without you was not living There was no peace where there was pride and I’m not looking for alibies But always found myself asking why even apart, your happiness was mine We promised it’s unconditional but didn’t survive dark times Silence as our backs turned to conceal the cries Two things I’m sure I surely knew for sure as I waited for a shooting star in the sky What I gave to you is always yours Till the end of time, this love abides ~ Scott Mitchell

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Mama gave me all of my stubborn strength and jealousies, my hurry-up, my alibies— she’d lift her gospel hands with me. Jesus never came in clear, the scripture scraped into her palms, those panicked prayers he couldn’t hear, but her persistence carried on. She taught me what the value is of never hedging any bets— when life is short, you go all in— my dad though, he knew when to quit.

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC

benjamin-lockwood

Gospel Hands

Mama gave me all of my stubborn strength and jealousies, my hurry-up, my alibies— she’d lift her gospel hands with me. Jesus never came in clear, the scripture scraped into her palms, those panicked prayers he couldn’t hear, but her persistence carried on. She taught me what the value is of never hedging any bets— when life is short, you go all in— my dad though, he knew when to quit.

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Just wipe those tears From your eyes, I want the news Not the weather I'm getting tired of your lies These so called things that you call alibies Are nothing but a big disguise Well I can see right through you What makes you think you Can go break my heart Turn around and we can start All brand new? This is not some silly game Only one player remains And you're the Loser

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC

meetles

loser

Just wipe those tears From your eyes, I want the news Not the weather I'm getting tired of your lies These so called things that you call alibies Are nothing but a big disguise Well I can see right through you What makes you think you Can go break my heart Turn around and we can start All brand new? This is not some silly game Only one player remains And you're the Loser

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I don't know why you try to deny it Try to tell me that it isn't true That the city's web of wonder Doesn’t mean a **** thing to you All the drifters know your name They call to you from the sky And those streets they know no shame So just leave me here to cry Go ahead and take my emeralds Trade them for your diamonds and gold Admit that is what you have wanted And add them to your box of truths untold There's no need for excuses or spent up alibies Cause we both know there ain't no change In your pocket full of lies Those irises of blue know more than they reveal Along those roads of ruin take all that you can steal I can't love past all your lust and greed So surround yourself in those city walls And just leave me here to bleed

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC

frommysoul

Pocket Full of Lies

I don't know why you try to deny it Try to tell me that it isn't true That the city's web of wonder Doesn’t mean a **** thing to you All the drifters know your name They call to you from the sky And those streets they know no shame So just leave me here to cry Go ahead and take my emeralds Trade them for your diamonds and gold Admit that is what you have wanted And add them to your box of truths untold There's no need for excuses or spent up alibies Cause we both know there ain't no change In your pocket full of lies Those irises of blue know more than they reveal Along those roads of ruin take all that you can steal I can't love past all your lust and greed So surround yourself in those city walls And just leave me here to bleed

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All the blood I've shed, all the fears I've fed, all the paper hearts with these boots I've tread, all the sacred smiles, I have dashed apart, all the burnt up files all the slashed up art, all the tearful pleas I have laughed right through, are a burning bridge between me and you. On the stormy seas, sailors go to die, in your tiny hands, mated dragonflies, share a sweet disease seen through lonely eyes, on a moonlit strand, in a land before time moved and left you here, stripped of your disguise I only hope my dear you'll forgive my lies. I know it may sound queer, but I still can't stand to see of you in pain, a severed wedding band, my phony alibies. Yet you cannot see your beauty in the mirror and you cannot hear all the melodies, I sung right here, before the memories all disappeared.

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Feb 16, 2017

Feb 16, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC

senor-negativo

Before The Memories All Disappeared

All the blood I've shed, all the fears I've fed, all the paper hearts with these boots I've tread, all the sacred smiles, I have dashed apart, all the burnt up files all the slashed up art, all the tearful pleas I have laughed right through, are a burning bridge between me and you. On the stormy seas, sailors go to die, in your tiny hands, mated dragonflies, share a sweet disease seen through lonely eyes, on a moonlit strand, in a land before time moved and left you here, stripped of your disguise I only hope my dear you'll forgive my lies. I know it may sound queer, but I still can't stand to see of you in pain, a severed wedding band, my phony alibies. Yet you cannot see your beauty in the mirror and you cannot hear all the melodies, I sung right here, before the memories all disappeared.

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