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"hedley" poems
I never would have thought In a million years I would find myself thanking The boy who caused my tears For the heartbreaks and the lies Broken promises Second chances and tries For causing my heart to shatter After repeatedly picking up the pieces All on my own Making me question if love was for me Denying any boy Who showed the slightest interest Because I did not think I deserved it I just wanted to be alone For lying to me constantly And making me believe That if anyone was truly honest It must be a dream You changed my course of happiness And made me want to sin Drink away the pain And never let you back in I wanted to forget your name And your forest green eyes I wanted to kiss a boy Who would not tell me lies Once I sobered up I came to believe You were never good enough To love someone like me So thank you for my tears And your expensive lies Thank you for pushing me on a path To meet the boy with green eyes To tinder a relationship Into the brightest of flames To love someone worth trusting That makes me want to dance in the rain Thank you for the pain You have caused me Without experiencing you I wouldn't be in love with Garrett Hedley
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
Thank You
I guess this is as real as it gets. I stared at this blank page for a while trying to figure out how I wanted to express myself to you. The easiest way to get my thoughts flowing was playing that Hedley song you once sang to me while we layed together on the black couch in my living room. That couch isnt there anymore. Neither are you. But it's that moment sits in my mind as though someone etched it there permanently and I can time travel back to that moment as soon as I hear the piano playing. I remember how funny it was that you couldn't sing. But at the same time it was amazing that you remembered every lyric to that song and looked me in the eyes as if you meant every single word. Ironic isn't it how it had to do with not letting me go. Ironic that even if it sounded crazy, you were gone 2 months later. I guess I should of seen your lose grip on my hands as a warning sign that you weren't staying, I wasn't enough to make you stay and I guess that's why 6 months later I still lay in bed blaming myself. They say if you love someone let them go and that seems like the most rediculous thing to me because I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone and watching you leave was just as hard as standing unarmed in the middle of a shooting range. As pathetic as it is, I just want you to know. I want you to know how much I hate you for hurting me the way you did. I hate you for consuming my thoughts everyday. I hate you for thinking its okay to make me fall so deeply and just leave as though I was nothing; as though we were nothing. Ending a poem is probably the hardest part. I don't know how I want to leave you feeling. I'll just say this; if love is what we had, then I want nothing to do with it because someone that loves you shouldn't be able to leave you feeling torn in the middle of the night, they shouldn't leave you wondering what they did wrong in order to not be enough for you. I shouldn't feel like love is something that isn't meant for me, and that's how I feel every ******* day.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
I'll never have the courage to tell you
I guess this is as real as it gets. I stared at this blank page for a while trying to figure out how I wanted to express myself to you. The easiest way to get my thoughts flowing was playing that Hedley song you once sang to me while we layed together on the black couch in my living room. That couch isnt there anymore. Neither are you. But it's that moment sits in my mind as though someone etched it there permanently and I can time travel back to that moment as soon as I hear the piano playing. I remember how funny it was that you couldn't sing. But at the same time it was amazing that you remembered every lyric to that song and looked me in the eyes as if you meant every single word. Ironic isn't it how it had to do with not letting me go. Ironic that even if it sounded crazy, you were gone 2 months later. I guess I should of seen your lose grip on my hands as a warning sign that you weren't staying, I wasn't enough to make you stay and I guess that's why 6 months later I still lay in bed blaming myself. They say if you love someone let them go and that seems like the most rediculous thing to me because I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone and watching you leave was just as hard as standing unarmed in the middle of a shooting range. As pathetic as it is, I just want you to know. I want you to know how much I hate you for hurting me the way you did. I hate you for consuming my thoughts everyday. I hate you for thinking its okay to make me fall so deeply and just leave as though I was nothing; as though we were nothing. Ending a poem is probably the hardest part. I don't know how I want to leave you feeling. I'll just say this; if love is what we had, then I want nothing to do with it because someone that loves you shouldn't be able to leave you feeling torn in the middle of the night, they shouldn't leave you wondering what they did wrong in order to not be enough for you. I shouldn't feel like love is something that isn't meant for me, and that's how I feel every ******* day.
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Hedley’s mother had hairy legs. That’s one reason you liked to go over for tea some days. That and the fact she wore the kind of short dress no other women you knew would wear at least not in front of minors like yourself and Hedley.  More tea? Cake? she asked giving you the big smile and oozing her perfume from her nearby body. Yes more cake please and are those salmon sandwiches? Yes dear and there’s plenty more if you want she replied. She poured tea and brought more cake and sandwiches and sat down opposite you and said how’s your mother dear? Oh she’s ok you said gazing dumbly at Hedley’s mother and the way her hands moved over the plates and held the teapot with the red fingernails and the rings on her fingers. Is your husband not here? you asked. No he’s away business calls and such like she said giving you the smile and bright eyes. Oh good glad he’s got plenty of work on you replied. Hedley ate and drank and said little over tea. His mother ate quite daintily her fingers holding the cup with her little digit sticking out as she drank. Ah she said suddenly I forgot the jelly and ice-cream and off she walked and you watched as she went. Her hairy legs really grabbed your attention. Mothers huh? Hedley said. Keeping face against the odds. Father’s probably ******** his female clients or staying over in cheap hotels with the red-light girls. Oh right you said guess some father’s do. Here’s the jelly and ice cream Hedley’s mother said on her return hope you like it she said I like it when it wobbles and the soft taste on the tongue. Hedley said nothing and nor did you. You were thinking of Hedley’s father and those cheap hotels and the girls he’d *****
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
TEA FOR THREE.
Hedley’s mother had hairy legs. That’s one reason you liked to go over for tea some days. That and the fact she wore the kind of short dress no other women you knew would wear at least not in front of minors like yourself and Hedley.  More tea? Cake? she asked giving you the big smile and oozing her perfume from her nearby body. Yes more cake please and are those salmon sandwiches? Yes dear and there’s plenty more if you want she replied. She poured tea and brought more cake and sandwiches and sat down opposite you and said how’s your mother dear? Oh she’s ok you said gazing dumbly at Hedley’s mother and the way her hands moved over the plates and held the teapot with the red fingernails and the rings on her fingers. Is your husband not here? you asked. No he’s away business calls and such like she said giving you the smile and bright eyes. Oh good glad he’s got plenty of work on you replied. Hedley ate and drank and said little over tea. His mother ate quite daintily her fingers holding the cup with her little digit sticking out as she drank. Ah she said suddenly I forgot the jelly and ice-cream and off she walked and you watched as she went. Her hairy legs really grabbed your attention. Mothers huh? Hedley said. Keeping face against the odds. Father’s probably ******** his female clients or staying over in cheap hotels with the red-light girls. Oh right you said guess some father’s do. Here’s the jelly and ice cream Hedley’s mother said on her return hope you like it she said I like it when it wobbles and the soft taste on the tongue. Hedley said nothing and nor did you. You were thinking of Hedley’s father and those cheap hotels and the girls he’d *****
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Part One A man left a prison this morning he'd been there the last fifteen years when he walked down the mean streets of Jesup he'd resurrect all of their fears. He was a man, no different to others though he kept himself to his peace but the anger all stored up inside him was destined for violent release. A young girl had been murdered in Jessup and he'd been a stranger in town they said that he'd beaten and stabbed her he hadn't, but they still sent him down. His first thoughts were for retribution he'd beat them and they'd feel the pain like he felt when they kicked him in prison again...and again...and again. Now he travelled to seek not just vengeance he needed to get back his name so someone was going to suffer and others would pay for his shame. He'd walked out of prison in Jackson and boarded a train to Mobile By Greyhound he reached Pensacola where he rested and took time to heal. Part Two In Jesup he woke with a headache to the loud urgent ring of the phone he remembered that night and that poor girl and he let out a long quiet moan. It was Hedley the new County Sheriff he said for the man to go down he could call at his office in Jesup or pack up his things and leave town. Such a bright sunny day as he stepped out not one single cloud in the sky a gunshot and a burning sensation The man fell and knew he would die. To Hedley the man was real guilty keeping peace meant he wanted him out he thought back to the slaying that morning the dead man's last words cried like a shout. A young man had rushed up to help him there was nothing to do he could see but as he died the man whispered something "Tell the Sheriff son, it never was me." A young had suffered so many year before and the case had been closed a long time but the wrong man had gone into prison or his death had no reason or rhyme. The girl needed justice as the man did Sheriff Hedley would never be the same for he promised the girl and the dead man he'd catch her killer and clear the man's name. Epilogue A bullet was found by the dead girl a matched one lodged in the man's heart the second one carried a thumb print for the Sheriff, a good place to start. ©Joe Wilson - Where was the justice then...2014 (re-shod from 1992)
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Where was the justice then...
Part One A man left a prison this morning he'd been there the last fifteen years when he walked down the mean streets of Jesup he'd resurrect all of their fears. He was a man, no different to others though he kept himself to his peace but the anger all stored up inside him was destined for violent release. A young girl had been murdered in Jessup and he'd been a stranger in town they said that he'd beaten and stabbed her he hadn't, but they still sent him down. His first thoughts were for retribution he'd beat them and they'd feel the pain like he felt when they kicked him in prison again...and again...and again. Now he travelled to seek not just vengeance he needed to get back his name so someone was going to suffer and others would pay for his shame. He'd walked out of prison in Jackson and boarded a train to Mobile By Greyhound he reached Pensacola where he rested and took time to heal. Part Two In Jesup he woke with a headache to the loud urgent ring of the phone he remembered that night and that poor girl and he let out a long quiet moan. It was Hedley the new County Sheriff he said for the man to go down he could call at his office in Jesup or pack up his things and leave town. Such a bright sunny day as he stepped out not one single cloud in the sky a gunshot and a burning sensation The man fell and knew he would die. To Hedley the man was real guilty keeping peace meant he wanted him out he thought back to the slaying that morning the dead man's last words cried like a shout. A young man had rushed up to help him there was nothing to do he could see but as he died the man whispered something "Tell the Sheriff son, it never was me." A young had suffered so many year before and the case had been closed a long time but the wrong man had gone into prison or his death had no reason or rhyme. The girl needed justice as the man did Sheriff Hedley would never be the same for he promised the girl and the dead man he'd catch her killer and clear the man's name. Epilogue A bullet was found by the dead girl a matched one lodged in the man's heart the second one carried a thumb print for the Sheriff, a good place to start. ©Joe Wilson - Where was the justice then...2014 (re-shod from 1992)
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