"lossed" poems - Hello Poetry

I really dont know how much time you have Your bags are getting lower and I'm loving you a little too late You're getting skinnier You've lossed 30 lbs in 1 one month and I think this is your last year standing on earth I think these are the months to pray It's a little too late Don't deny your sickness, when even you know you're ill You once told my mom you dont pay the consequences here on earth, you pay them in the afterlife You're paying them now It must be horrible to live what you were planning to live in the afterlife You're 25 x2 and I'm the mistake you love the most Everytime I listen to Guilt Trip by Kanye West I shiver when Kid Cudi comes in The line "If you loved me so much then why'd you let me go" hurts me so much I remember you calling me a good for nothing I think those words have become permanent to my thoughts I think that's why I saw my self standing in a place for the hopeless a month and a half ago I dont think I'll ever tell you that I love you face to face with pride in those words Your figure is starting to become weak, and I'm beginning to worry It's too late for that, I've come so far with a rope pulling me back I think I've been walking backwards these passed 5 years I didn't realize it before then I don't think I know you well enough I wish I knew who you truly are, soon to be were What I do know is that you always pointed at my mother and yelled negativity Now you're pointing at what grave you want to get buried in You're paying death in my world you caused hell in Consequences come in unexpected ways I guess thats why death is catching you offguard 8 straight years hearing yells I hated I was tired of it, but used to it as well I'll always be your son.... dad I wish things turned out differently I wish you knew that deep down, I love you The love you didn't show is slowly tying a rope around your neck You'll always be my dad, you'll always be the monster I was scared of when I was little You'll always be the screams of negativity in my ears that keep me awake some nights You'll always be the July 29th I remember, always You'll always be what made me who I am now A suicidal passionate artist And my friends will always try to defeat my inner war with their consoling words What they don't know is that you'll always be with me Even when I'm experiencing success You'll always be there, to bring me down And I love you for that..... dad You'll always be my dad And I'll always be your son you never showed love to I love you

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Jan 10, 2014

Jan 10, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC

david-bojay

My Grandmas Son

I really dont know how much time you have Your bags are getting lower and I'm loving you a little too late You're getting skinnier You've lossed 30 lbs in 1 one month and I think this is your last year standing on earth I think these are the months to pray It's a little too late Don't deny your sickness, when even you know you're ill You once told my mom you dont pay the consequences here on earth, you pay them in the afterlife You're paying them now It must be horrible to live what you were planning to live in the afterlife You're 25 x2 and I'm the mistake you love the most Everytime I listen to Guilt Trip by Kanye West I shiver when Kid Cudi comes in The line "If you loved me so much then why'd you let me go" hurts me so much I remember you calling me a good for nothing I think those words have become permanent to my thoughts I think that's why I saw my self standing in a place for the hopeless a month and a half ago I dont think I'll ever tell you that I love you face to face with pride in those words Your figure is starting to become weak, and I'm beginning to worry It's too late for that, I've come so far with a rope pulling me back I think I've been walking backwards these passed 5 years I didn't realize it before then I don't think I know you well enough I wish I knew who you truly are, soon to be were What I do know is that you always pointed at my mother and yelled negativity Now you're pointing at what grave you want to get buried in You're paying death in my world you caused hell in Consequences come in unexpected ways I guess thats why death is catching you offguard 8 straight years hearing yells I hated I was tired of it, but used to it as well I'll always be your son.... dad I wish things turned out differently I wish you knew that deep down, I love you The love you didn't show is slowly tying a rope around your neck You'll always be my dad, you'll always be the monster I was scared of when I was little You'll always be the screams of negativity in my ears that keep me awake some nights You'll always be the July 29th I remember, always You'll always be what made me who I am now A suicidal passionate artist And my friends will always try to defeat my inner war with their consoling words What they don't know is that you'll always be with me Even when I'm experiencing success You'll always be there, to bring me down And I love you for that..... dad You'll always be my dad And I'll always be your son you never showed love to I love you

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Part I *Here she lies, Underneath the cloudless skies, In the Churchyard full of graves, Near the frothy- foamy waves. Dead. . . is everyone that saw her when she died, The same ones that cared and cried, Lady Jane Of England. Here rests her body upon the lap of earth, Underneath the elm and buried in the turf, Dead Lady Of England. Her grave covered with lichens and moss, And it is true her head she lossed, Poor Lady Of England.* ~Marian~

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Nov 1, 2012

Nov 1, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC

marian

Lady Jane Gray Queen Of England.

Part I *Here she lies, Underneath the cloudless skies, In the Churchyard full of graves, Near the frothy- foamy waves. Dead. . . is everyone that saw her when she died, The same ones that cared and cried, Lady Jane Of England. Here rests her body upon the lap of earth, Underneath the elm and buried in the turf, Dead Lady Of England. Her grave covered with lichens and moss, And it is true her head she lossed, Poor Lady Of England.* ~Marian~

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I am lossed Tossed Locked And stuck Im in a fog A mist A haze of bad luck Im confused And used And unsure of my mind Im stupid Intelligent Dumb And smart But mostly blind These answers i cannot find Caught in hypothetical execution Im trapped in my own confusion

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Jan 21, 2011

Jan 21, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC

steven-forrester

Confusion

I am lossed Tossed Locked And stuck Im in a fog A mist A haze of bad luck Im confused And used And unsure of my mind Im stupid Intelligent Dumb And smart But mostly blind These answers i cannot find Caught in hypothetical execution Im trapped in my own confusion

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I don't need a god Or any idol before me I'd rather not kneel and show my weakness I'd rather weep the tears Mourn a final time To show how scared I am I don't need a cross to hold I don't need a bottle or blade I need the silence of a vacant altar What I need is never what I get What I want is nothing But **** it I require a voice to say it'll be ok For something or somebody To comfort me in the darkest of days Even those who love the dark fear it They know all to well the monsters created The demons that awaken It's more than just a nightmare It's a abyss always drowning its victims With their own fears I just pray to my insanity Maybe my depression Or perhaps the dark To allow me one more river of tears So I can finally swim out of this desert I've loved and lossed Lived and learned Made mistakes invaluable My proof is the scars I doubt you'll ever believe the story to This isn't just an atheists prayer This is the plea of a monster with no conscious To finally feel an emotion rather than anger and hate Depression brings only crimson tears I just wish somebody can tell me they understand Yet you'll try and tell me I should find an anchor in your heavenly father It's not as easy as saying you believe I'll never believe in a hypocrite I'll only believe that one day My prayer will be answered With the bringing of boney fingers to my throat Grains of sands falling Causing the bells of my demise to toll Swinging about the sythe to my chest My prayer is to finally cry To finally let out all the pain

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC

mortuus-odio

An Atheists Prayer

I don't need a god Or any idol before me I'd rather not kneel and show my weakness I'd rather weep the tears Mourn a final time To show how scared I am I don't need a cross to hold I don't need a bottle or blade I need the silence of a vacant altar What I need is never what I get What I want is nothing But **** it I require a voice to say it'll be ok For something or somebody To comfort me in the darkest of days Even those who love the dark fear it They know all to well the monsters created The demons that awaken It's more than just a nightmare It's a abyss always drowning its victims With their own fears I just pray to my insanity Maybe my depression Or perhaps the dark To allow me one more river of tears So I can finally swim out of this desert I've loved and lossed Lived and learned Made mistakes invaluable My proof is the scars I doubt you'll ever believe the story to This isn't just an atheists prayer This is the plea of a monster with no conscious To finally feel an emotion rather than anger and hate Depression brings only crimson tears I just wish somebody can tell me they understand Yet you'll try and tell me I should find an anchor in your heavenly father It's not as easy as saying you believe I'll never believe in a hypocrite I'll only believe that one day My prayer will be answered With the bringing of boney fingers to my throat Grains of sands falling Causing the bells of my demise to toll Swinging about the sythe to my chest My prayer is to finally cry To finally let out all the pain

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My heavy weighted eye lids crack open, my mind retreats from a far away place. Dazing at the white canvas above me, I lie motionless. The day I first saw her, I blink. Our first kiss, Two blinks. The day she said I Love You, Three. Her eyes filled with torment, a scorching flame trickles down her cheek. I am no longer motionless. I inhale the shrapnel of my poisoned mind. This makes the world much more beautiful I say, knowing someday you will never see it. I exhale. Kiss, hug, touch, feel. Nothing more than ink blotched on a peice of paper. Blow it all away I said, for your troubles are far worse than mine. You think you are hurt? You think you can sleep at night without dancing with the shadows of the past? I can't, for that is I. Look at lust directly in its eyes, look at love without any lies. You are nothing more than a passing wind, I was everything, why does it feel like I sinned? But all is lossed in the morning, a shame there wasnt a warning. The sun shining high, There is one thing I can do, and that is say goodbye.

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Aug 6, 2013

Aug 6, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC

AB94

Good Mourning

My heavy weighted eye lids crack open, my mind retreats from a far away place. Dazing at the white canvas above me, I lie motionless. The day I first saw her, I blink. Our first kiss, Two blinks. The day she said I Love You, Three. Her eyes filled with torment, a scorching flame trickles down her cheek. I am no longer motionless. I inhale the shrapnel of my poisoned mind. This makes the world much more beautiful I say, knowing someday you will never see it. I exhale. Kiss, hug, touch, feel. Nothing more than ink blotched on a peice of paper. Blow it all away I said, for your troubles are far worse than mine. You think you are hurt? You think you can sleep at night without dancing with the shadows of the past? I can't, for that is I. Look at lust directly in its eyes, look at love without any lies. You are nothing more than a passing wind, I was everything, why does it feel like I sinned? But all is lossed in the morning, a shame there wasnt a warning. The sun shining high, There is one thing I can do, and that is say goodbye.

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open up the fidgerator door, drop the magnet that held the list and chores looked for the dog caught a whiff of the floor that little ***** **** on her delicate decour im house sitting now im wishing i can still make the move on you, making mac and cheese eating all of there food i brought you back here to impress hopin i could get under the covers even though i was under your dressed i sliced and chopped salads flopped and tossed **** i was just hoping our meals would exchange i made you gourmet mac cheese and ****** got lossed while talking to her made mixed drinks and flavors taught being thankful speaked more then r. kellys closet single

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC

zachary-2

the house siittter

open up the fidgerator door, drop the magnet that held the list and chores looked for the dog caught a whiff of the floor that little ***** **** on her delicate decour im house sitting now im wishing i can still make the move on you, making mac and cheese eating all of there food i brought you back here to impress hopin i could get under the covers even though i was under your dressed i sliced and chopped salads flopped and tossed **** i was just hoping our meals would exchange i made you gourmet mac cheese and ****** got lossed while talking to her made mixed drinks and flavors taught being thankful speaked more then r. kellys closet single

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@ the kid’s place we, in the middle of the fight, went berserk. We lost it, we lossed the chip it was little bitter, unable to shine in skunk-eyes so we slept there And you know what? i remembered the sights we used to make, back when it was easy to be too slow before seventh grade shambles, and the cold cup you sold make a buck against your shallow skin. as I lay, unknowing of your penny tears, and unavailable for comment on my virginity. well.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC

plumule

@

@ the kid’s place we, in the middle of the fight, went berserk. We lost it, we lossed the chip it was little bitter, unable to shine in skunk-eyes so we slept there And you know what? i remembered the sights we used to make, back when it was easy to be too slow before seventh grade shambles, and the cold cup you sold make a buck against your shallow skin. as I lay, unknowing of your penny tears, and unavailable for comment on my virginity. well.

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Summers warm grip smiles, Morphs in winters icy stare, My love for you wanes.

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Sep 3, 2024

Sep 3, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC

ryan-19

A heart that lossed grip.

Summers warm grip smiles, Morphs in winters icy stare, My love for you wanes.

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