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"aving" poems
Having you All I want and need Petrichor in the air Playing the devil with my love, you sinner Infinities before us Nemeses – I defeated them all Evanescent beauty with age; growing love Surreptitious gazes and love Scintillas of a lunatic love tainting this happiness.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Happiness
Loving you is the best thing I can do! I want to spend Forever with you and with Everyday that passes I Can't wait to be your wife! Having you in my life has made my life better And I can't image it without you Nor do I want to think of that. Going with you to baseball games, shopping, or just Evenings at the gym or home as long as I'm Spending time with you, I am happy! I love you!
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Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
Life Changes
What’s Your Water *If you talk to Wallace J. Nichols, Ph.D., a marine biologist and the author of Blue Mind, a book about the physical and psychological benefits of water, for long enough, he’ll eventually ask you*, ***what’s your water? And as it turns out, nearly everyone has an answer.*** <> Having lived longer than I had a right to expect, through decades of lost years, pain imbued an attitudinal of: ‘I do not ****** care,’ find myself perplexed now by my near escapes, death misses, graceful landings, and now, the fortune tellers ply me with predictive prescription possibilities of a good many more! So I write this missive, mine own “Guide to the Perplexed.” for a longest miserable drove me to deep despair, and even  the littlest do was a wasn’t undone, to insure any extension, even hurry up a clusterfk, and here I am yet, wander-in-g & wonder-in-g, Why, what accidents of fortune reversal, made my prior life a rehearsal for a hopeful long end run, before a Mahomes miracle touchdown Knowingly looking for the X Fsctor, discovered that the solution was W2 W squared) where W is a (Woman,Water) multiplier Found a woman who lived by waterways, upon island bodies and seas of rivers that led to this little island that gave me the solitude unsolicited to see inside my history leaving me with no imperative imperial resources to resist, but to make it just one day more, to let the celestial sun celebrate a new daily saluted calculus, Of *the sum total of every grain of water in this world evaporated to be rebirthed in a million raindrops just like me and poetry* writ over the spring & summer of 2024
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC
What’s YOUR Water?
What’s Your Water *If you talk to Wallace J. Nichols, Ph.D., a marine biologist and the author of Blue Mind, a book about the physical and psychological benefits of water, for long enough, he’ll eventually ask you*, ***what’s your water? And as it turns out, nearly everyone has an answer.*** <> Having lived longer than I had a right to expect, through decades of lost years, pain imbued an attitudinal of: ‘I do not ****** care,’ find myself perplexed now by my near escapes, death misses, graceful landings, and now, the fortune tellers ply me with predictive prescription possibilities of a good many more! So I write this missive, mine own “Guide to the Perplexed.” for a longest miserable drove me to deep despair, and even  the littlest do was a wasn’t undone, to insure any extension, even hurry up a clusterfk, and here I am yet, wander-in-g & wonder-in-g, Why, what accidents of fortune reversal, made my prior life a rehearsal for a hopeful long end run, before a Mahomes miracle touchdown Knowingly looking for the X Fsctor, discovered that the solution was W2 W squared) where W is a (Woman,Water) multiplier Found a woman who lived by waterways, upon island bodies and seas of rivers that led to this little island that gave me the solitude unsolicited to see inside my history leaving me with no imperative imperial resources to resist, but to make it just one day more, to let the celestial sun celebrate a new daily saluted calculus, Of *the sum total of every grain of water in this world evaporated to be rebirthed in a million raindrops just like me and poetry* writ over the spring & summer of 2024
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Seldom do you come, Lighting up my dreams, Anxiety wakes me up, Vague memories though, Escalating my heart beat, Raving behavior, Yelling for no reason.
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Slavery
*'Ello, 'ello, is that the coppers? I got somefink 4 U and I don't tell no whoppers - That fatboy Billy Bunter from Number 4 'E won't be coming 'ome no more 'Cos I 'eard 'im 'aving a row wiv 'is Dad, old Zorro And 'e won't be seen about the place tomorrow.* Alas! Poor old Fat Boy Billy from Number 4 Is in some black bags lying outside the door: *So come along and get 'im, coppers, Before the ******* foxes get all stressy Wiv their ******* great choppers Which will make it well ******* messy.*
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
An Urgent Phone Call To The Coppers
Then I wake-- Having the worst nightmare of my life. Either it was about losing my mind, or my touch of Reality. I know I'm already on a fine line with reality, anyways. Every night I have this Same nightmare.       What am I to do? *How can I make it stop?*               Who do I call? Everywhere I look I see people being               corrupted, Going nowhere fast.     When is this going to stop? Only time knows the answer.      I'll just have to wait. Eternity should come soon and together we can Start        *a               new                   beginning.*
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Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:58 AM UTC
There She Goes
So, here I am free and with Each new day without you I grow stronger. Can you believe that it's been a year,         since you left me standing... Only that doesn't matter.                            I don't care you're No one important to me anymore, but                                      just a ~friend~. Don't you see I always loved (and still love) you; always will. Change happens and we have to move on. Having the time of my life and                                        enjoying being free! And I hope whatever you're doing,                   you're happy too. Now that our time is over and things have Changed! I am ready to find my Second Chance. Each day;       I think, breathe, live, & dream positive thoughts.
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Apr 9, 2011
Apr 9, 2011 at 8:17 PM UTC
Second Chance
Come now Only you and I can figure this out. Under the cork tree, Never-the-less we're done. The good times have come and gone, In the middle of the Night I scream, "What am I Gonna do!" ---Friends we shall be. Together doing stuff that two friends do, Having fun, hanging, or seeing horror movies. Everyday is a new Day-- a new chance to meet a new guy And someday I will find that special guy. Young love will find me Someday! I hope. <3
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
Counting The Days
Spiritual hope is in my pleading soul Until the wondrous Rapture comes! Christ be in my futile heart Kindly looking down on me! O Lord how I earnestly beg of you, Fearful and worthless creature that I am, Forgive me as I grovel before Thy Cross! Cleanse me please of sin dearest Lord, Help me to know my own faults, Raise me from the dust and dirt Into which I am condemned to lie! Slake my thirst for Holy Truth, The Truth which only Thou can bring! Only Thou, O great Lord, our Hope, No one else can save the world, Thou great Savio[u]r up above Hearken unto our weedy and feeble cries! Everlasting life is what you bring, Crucified for us on Calvary Royal and Holy Hill of Death, Our only hope of Salvation! Save us O mighty sweetest Lord, Save us this coming Eastertide! All must fall down on their knees, Not forgetting to confess our sins Devoutly worshipping the Lord's Saving grace in this wicked world Wherein we must toil and strive, And at the last we must come face to face Loving you, O great Lord! Let Thy holy words filter down On us like humble Easter Eggs, World without end in thy embrace! How can we dare to approach Thee In the knowledege we are hopeless sinners, Sinful filth from the days of Adam and Eve? Sweet blessings we beg of Thee, Prayers we send up to Heaven like emails! Unless we confess and beg forgiveness No one may be saved for the Kingdom eternal in the sky! Yea, please do not crush us to atoms Underfoot as we grovel in the dust Mutely offering up our anthems to Thee!
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
The True Message of Easter!
Spiritual hope is in my pleading soul Until the wondrous Rapture comes! Christ be in my futile heart Kindly looking down on me! O Lord how I earnestly beg of you, Fearful and worthless creature that I am, Forgive me as I grovel before Thy Cross! Cleanse me please of sin dearest Lord, Help me to know my own faults, Raise me from the dust and dirt Into which I am condemned to lie! Slake my thirst for Holy Truth, The Truth which only Thou can bring! Only Thou, O great Lord, our Hope, No one else can save the world, Thou great Savio[u]r up above Hearken unto our weedy and feeble cries! Everlasting life is what you bring, Crucified for us on Calvary Royal and Holy Hill of Death, Our only hope of Salvation! Save us O mighty sweetest Lord, Save us this coming Eastertide! All must fall down on their knees, Not forgetting to confess our sins Devoutly worshipping the Lord's Saving grace in this wicked world Wherein we must toil and strive, And at the last we must come face to face Loving you, O great Lord! Let Thy holy words filter down On us like humble Easter Eggs, World without end in thy embrace! How can we dare to approach Thee In the knowledege we are hopeless sinners, Sinful filth from the days of Adam and Eve? Sweet blessings we beg of Thee, Prayers we send up to Heaven like emails! Unless we confess and beg forgiveness No one may be saved for the Kingdom eternal in the sky! Yea, please do not crush us to atoms Underfoot as we grovel in the dust Mutely offering up our anthems to Thee!
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Bought me a swisha Rolled 'er into a fat blunt Smoked 'er all alone I be aving me a sad swisha
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Sad Swisher
"There's been a million before me," and Having been in the mental health field for a while now; Each day I'm always learning and sharing *"That ultra-kind a Love,"* one that I'll "never walk away from." And "I will shield you from the waves, If they find you." So *"I'm done with having dreams; The thing I believe; Oh, you drain all the fear from me."* From this moment on "I will protect you."* I'm *"just The last of a dying breed,"* Hoping more people will come out and help others. Every day someone needs help and Really we're all in this together. No one is alone. Every day *"I wonder if your therapist knows everything About me."* I'm just "here in search of your glory." Love is all we need! One day, we'll see that mental health is okay, Not something to be feared. Enjoy life for what it is and So much greatest will come to you!                                                                                    STAY STRONG!
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
The Last of The Real Ones
Hello my comfort through dark Episodes,through depression and Loathing, I've missed your solace, your Loquacious eloquence. Opining my misery Profuse prose poetry attempting to heal Open wounds, Emitting sorrow and loneliness Take me back as an errant lover, the lost and Raving raven of old and, Yore, tell me repeatedly, that nevermore will we part.
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Hello Poetry
Having everyone around in the morning, Everyone ridicules me without warning, Love fills my day before it has begun, People in my life shine brighter than the sun! My desires have to be put aside for theirs, Every once in a while, they care!
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
The best days ever!