"pitts" poems - Hello Poetry

He asked about me in the first meeting. he was so curious to know the whole time, we were talking. what should I tell, what should I hide? my life is so confusing it never was a joyride. being emotional, I end up hurting. I am not the one who loves flirting. believe in giving all or nothing every time it's easy for me to trusting. failed so many time yet not learning, As soon as I become comfortable life starts turning. got ditched so many times still friendly. Always fall in Pitts more than deadly Low in confidence, thinking negative. serve myself for people to take benefit. knowing yet not doing anything for the betterment world is moving fast and talk about empowerment. with all these flaws I still, love myself those who cheat will pay themself. I won't change, I never become you. will always be loyal and to myself true.

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Jul 17, 2020

Jul 17, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC

MissPoetic

I am not you.

He asked about me in the first meeting. he was so curious to know the whole time, we were talking. what should I tell, what should I hide? my life is so confusing it never was a joyride. being emotional, I end up hurting. I am not the one who loves flirting. believe in giving all or nothing every time it's easy for me to trusting. failed so many time yet not learning, As soon as I become comfortable life starts turning. got ditched so many times still friendly. Always fall in Pitts more than deadly Low in confidence, thinking negative. serve myself for people to take benefit. knowing yet not doing anything for the betterment world is moving fast and talk about empowerment. with all these flaws I still, love myself those who cheat will pay themself. I won't change, I never become you. will always be loyal and to myself true.

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Charlie Chaplin, set the pace Buster Keaton, old stone face Groucho and the brothers Marx Margaret Dumont for some sparks Harold Lloyd, The Brothers Ritz Did I mention Zazu Pitts? Stan and Ollie, Keystone Cops Chases that just wouldn't stop The Stooges, Larry, Curly, Moe and then theres Shemp and Curly Joe Bing and Bob, and Dean and Jerry Two could sing, while two made merry Bud and Lou and who's on first? Harry Langdon and Charlie Chase I think who is on first base Mabel Normand and Mack Swain Always tied before the train Pie fights, slapstick in black and white This was when we laughed all night Mack Sennet, Roach, and Our Gang Spanky and Alfalfa sang Words were twisted, spun and turned People splashed and others burned Remember back to days of yore To when they had you on the floor Rembember Baby Rose Marie She started at the age of three Many more could make the list For many I know that I missed Make 'em laugh and take a pie Get sprayed with seltzer in the eye Go and watch their films again So comedy will always reign Thank you to the funny folk Who taught us how to take a joke....

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC

roger-turner

Hollywood Comedy Roll Call

Charlie Chaplin, set the pace Buster Keaton, old stone face Groucho and the brothers Marx Margaret Dumont for some sparks Harold Lloyd, The Brothers Ritz Did I mention Zazu Pitts? Stan and Ollie, Keystone Cops Chases that just wouldn't stop The Stooges, Larry, Curly, Moe and then theres Shemp and Curly Joe Bing and Bob, and Dean and Jerry Two could sing, while two made merry Bud and Lou and who's on first? Harry Langdon and Charlie Chase I think who is on first base Mabel Normand and Mack Swain Always tied before the train Pie fights, slapstick in black and white This was when we laughed all night Mack Sennet, Roach, and Our Gang Spanky and Alfalfa sang Words were twisted, spun and turned People splashed and others burned Remember back to days of yore To when they had you on the floor Rembember Baby Rose Marie She started at the age of three Many more could make the list For many I know that I missed Make 'em laugh and take a pie Get sprayed with seltzer in the eye Go and watch their films again So comedy will always reign Thank you to the funny folk Who taught us how to take a joke....

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I'm Bored in Brighton Can't you see? I'm locked here in this mansion with just my family. I'm Bored in Brighton Yes, I've traipsed the streets From Church to Bay to Hampton I've jogged along the beach! I'm Bored of Brighton The Daimler's in the drive The staff? Well they've just up and gone All this to stay alive? I'm Bored of Brighton The twins are going mad. And Rupert? Rupert's all a-moan It's just so terribly sad! I'm Bored of Brighton The cavoodle looks a fright! O heck! O no! It can't be so! My Lulu's ...they're slightly tight! I'm Bored with Brighton You people are the pitts! Try Lockdown in a high rise And don't give us the pip!

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Jul 20, 2020

Jul 20, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC

jo-gregory

Bored in Brighton

I'm Bored in Brighton Can't you see? I'm locked here in this mansion with just my family. I'm Bored in Brighton Yes, I've traipsed the streets From Church to Bay to Hampton I've jogged along the beach! I'm Bored of Brighton The Daimler's in the drive The staff? Well they've just up and gone All this to stay alive? I'm Bored of Brighton The twins are going mad. And Rupert? Rupert's all a-moan It's just so terribly sad! I'm Bored of Brighton The cavoodle looks a fright! O heck! O no! It can't be so! My Lulu's ...they're slightly tight! I'm Bored with Brighton You people are the pitts! Try Lockdown in a high rise And don't give us the pip!

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She was a friend of Amber Clark You know, you've met her before She's the girl who listens secretly To Bach behind the door The Closet Classic ****** Who wears shirts of the Ramones But listens to Rachmaninov whenever she's alone Jennifer McSweeney known by all upon the street She had kind words for everyone She liked everyone she'd meet She ate meals at Giannis Knew the Pawnbroker, Old Cy She listened to the bluesman Whenever she came by Like all the folks upon the street Jennifer was dark Not gothic, but you could say grey She was set to make her mark She was going to be famous Her face upon the Silver Screen She was going to be a movie star Like The Truck Stop Beauty Queen Jennifer loved movies Not the ones that can be found At the local dvd store She liked the movies without sound Her little quirk was that she Liked the movies from the start They told tales in black and white These were strong in Jenni's heart Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd Fatty Arbuckle, and more Zasu Pitts, Charlie Chase They struck her to her core L and H, The Keystone Kops She loved to see them grapplin' But none of these compared to her deep love for Charlie Chaplin The Cineplex would show a film They would host a special week When silent movies were the shows When nobody did speak Jennifer would take the time To watch each film they showed She was so happy when the week came round She positively glowed The kids she knew, all thought her odd Because of what she liked But, when the silent week was here Jennifer was psyched One year she went to the next town To get a small tattoo It was all done up in black and grey It was what she had to do Like other girls who have been inked It was in the same place But, it was little, very non descript Of her favorite actors face She told few friends about it And though she never did get violent If you laughed at her tattoo Like Chaplin, she'd be silent She kept it to herself most times Her little bit of ink As she aged she'd show it more For the cost of just one drink She would take them to her bedroom And by the light of her small lamp She would show her tattoo proudly Chaplin....her little ***** stamp It's the thing that she is known for She's the girls with Charlie's face Where others all have Chinese Words She has Chaplin in this place She is known for loving movies In black and white, and though it's camp She gives a whole new meaning to Having a ***** stamp.

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC

roger-turner

The Street....Little ***** Stamp

She was a friend of Amber Clark You know, you've met her before She's the girl who listens secretly To Bach behind the door The Closet Classic ****** Who wears shirts of the Ramones But listens to Rachmaninov whenever she's alone Jennifer McSweeney known by all upon the street She had kind words for everyone She liked everyone she'd meet She ate meals at Giannis Knew the Pawnbroker, Old Cy She listened to the bluesman Whenever she came by Like all the folks upon the street Jennifer was dark Not gothic, but you could say grey She was set to make her mark She was going to be famous Her face upon the Silver Screen She was going to be a movie star Like The Truck Stop Beauty Queen Jennifer loved movies Not the ones that can be found At the local dvd store She liked the movies without sound Her little quirk was that she Liked the movies from the start They told tales in black and white These were strong in Jenni's heart Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd Fatty Arbuckle, and more Zasu Pitts, Charlie Chase They struck her to her core L and H, The Keystone Kops She loved to see them grapplin' But none of these compared to her deep love for Charlie Chaplin The Cineplex would show a film They would host a special week When silent movies were the shows When nobody did speak Jennifer would take the time To watch each film they showed She was so happy when the week came round She positively glowed The kids she knew, all thought her odd Because of what she liked But, when the silent week was here Jennifer was psyched One year she went to the next town To get a small tattoo It was all done up in black and grey It was what she had to do Like other girls who have been inked It was in the same place But, it was little, very non descript Of her favorite actors face She told few friends about it And though she never did get violent If you laughed at her tattoo Like Chaplin, she'd be silent She kept it to herself most times Her little bit of ink As she aged she'd show it more For the cost of just one drink She would take them to her bedroom And by the light of her small lamp She would show her tattoo proudly Chaplin....her little ***** stamp It's the thing that she is known for She's the girls with Charlie's face Where others all have Chinese Words She has Chaplin in this place She is known for loving movies In black and white, and though it's camp She gives a whole new meaning to Having a ***** stamp.

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When I was a kid, And I mean when I was a kid I had a dream It was a very profound dream, You'd never think a mere kid could even have these thoughts Over the years this dream just dissipated into dust After a while there wasn't even dust It had become a forgotten memory Force subdue harsh punishment for existing Until even the forgotten forgot it Before long it had began to crumble As it finally understood that it would never see the light of day again That it would forever soak in the pitts of hell Falling apart then burning to ashes So in a dark corner it sat Not that there was a light to began with It cried in sorrow hoping that it would get lucky and be saved That even possibly the forgotten remembered it Days, months, then years past And still it sat in a dark corner burned to a crisp It comes to prove that even dreams have dreams A desire to be simply fulfilled Is that too much to ask To be complete And die only to be reborn in another kid

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC

sir-poet

Dreams of Dreams

When I was a kid, And I mean when I was a kid I had a dream It was a very profound dream, You'd never think a mere kid could even have these thoughts Over the years this dream just dissipated into dust After a while there wasn't even dust It had become a forgotten memory Force subdue harsh punishment for existing Until even the forgotten forgot it Before long it had began to crumble As it finally understood that it would never see the light of day again That it would forever soak in the pitts of hell Falling apart then burning to ashes So in a dark corner it sat Not that there was a light to began with It cried in sorrow hoping that it would get lucky and be saved That even possibly the forgotten remembered it Days, months, then years past And still it sat in a dark corner burned to a crisp It comes to prove that even dreams have dreams A desire to be simply fulfilled Is that too much to ask To be complete And die only to be reborn in another kid

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For what reason should I give a **** Should I tell you what has been on my mind For what reason should I listen to you When you ignore everything I say You play this game that manipulates my life Then want to get mad at me when my life finally crumbles When I finally become depressed because my mind can't handle the torture For what reason do you pretend to give two ***** about me You make me sick and tired of being alive Because every thought in my head is that of you telling me I can't And I know can't but I still try to thrive Only to dive six feet deeper into the solid ground I've gone so far down now that I can feel the firey pitts of hell burn my *** to ashes And it hurts but I cannot cry because I still fear what you think of me So I pretend not to give a **** when a **** is all I have to give Because the ***** been burned long before I got to this point So I laugh knowing that the blood of ******** would spued out my mouth But just like everything else you ignore that as well And it enrages me until the point the light in my life ceased to exist So I end up sitting alone in another lonely night Can't you open your eyes for not five second Just see my true sorrow that I don't even hide Hear my cries of me begging please notice please notice Please notice me I beg thee I've become so weak I crawl instead of walking I'm too tired to eat,Too hungry to sleep I just don't know what to do anymore Yet there you are turning your back to as you always have So why should I give a **** anymore Though everything is on my mind Why should I listen these days When these days are the ones that have finally broken me I don't care anymore I can't care anymore I'm done for Goodbye world

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC

sir-poet

PLEASE READ I NEED FEEDBACK ON THIS POEM

For what reason should I give a **** Should I tell you what has been on my mind For what reason should I listen to you When you ignore everything I say You play this game that manipulates my life Then want to get mad at me when my life finally crumbles When I finally become depressed because my mind can't handle the torture For what reason do you pretend to give two ***** about me You make me sick and tired of being alive Because every thought in my head is that of you telling me I can't And I know can't but I still try to thrive Only to dive six feet deeper into the solid ground I've gone so far down now that I can feel the firey pitts of hell burn my *** to ashes And it hurts but I cannot cry because I still fear what you think of me So I pretend not to give a **** when a **** is all I have to give Because the ***** been burned long before I got to this point So I laugh knowing that the blood of ******** would spued out my mouth But just like everything else you ignore that as well And it enrages me until the point the light in my life ceased to exist So I end up sitting alone in another lonely night Can't you open your eyes for not five second Just see my true sorrow that I don't even hide Hear my cries of me begging please notice please notice Please notice me I beg thee I've become so weak I crawl instead of walking I'm too tired to eat,Too hungry to sleep I just don't know what to do anymore Yet there you are turning your back to as you always have So why should I give a **** anymore Though everything is on my mind Why should I listen these days When these days are the ones that have finally broken me I don't care anymore I can't care anymore I'm done for Goodbye world

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We could talk for eternity. If me and her were in the pitts of hell doomed to suffer the eternal flames and pain, it'd be okay because we would just talk. Time slips by like a knife through soft butter when we talk We could talk about how we say talk instead of speak because it sounds more ...Whats the word.. then we'd talk about finding the word and how words sometimes slip by just as time does I feel her, not physically but mentally. She teaches me lots and i teach her not as much. I like to understand her. It makes me feel happy when she smiles and i like it when she is excited and when she shouts a little too loud. I like it because we dont ever think about how long we've been talking for ; it just happens. Sometimes we just sit in silence and stare. But its okay because we understand eachother. We feel eachother. Thats why i like talking to her.

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Mar 24, 2018

Mar 24, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC

ZzyiP

Let's talk

We could talk for eternity. If me and her were in the pitts of hell doomed to suffer the eternal flames and pain, it'd be okay because we would just talk. Time slips by like a knife through soft butter when we talk We could talk about how we say talk instead of speak because it sounds more ...Whats the word.. then we'd talk about finding the word and how words sometimes slip by just as time does I feel her, not physically but mentally. She teaches me lots and i teach her not as much. I like to understand her. It makes me feel happy when she smiles and i like it when she is excited and when she shouts a little too loud. I like it because we dont ever think about how long we've been talking for ; it just happens. Sometimes we just sit in silence and stare. But its okay because we understand eachother. We feel eachother. Thats why i like talking to her.

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. Drinking beer from a bucket is illegal in St. Louis. Slee ping on a fridge is illegal in Pitts burgh. Sporting a "goatee" is ill e g a l in Bo s t on. Fishing i n your pajamas is illegal in Chic ago. It is illegal in Globe Arizon a to play cards with a Native A merican. Playin g an instrument with the inten tion of luring some one into a store is Illegal in Indian Wells California It is illegal to peel an orange in a hotel roo m in LA

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Oct 28, 2014

Oct 28, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC

TheGoodPussy

Illegal ****

. Drinking beer from a bucket is illegal in St. Louis. Slee ping on a fridge is illegal in Pitts burgh. Sporting a "goatee" is ill e g a l in Bo s t on. Fishing i n your pajamas is illegal in Chic ago. It is illegal in Globe Arizon a to play cards with a Native A merican. Playin g an instrument with the inten tion of luring some one into a store is Illegal in Indian Wells California It is illegal to peel an orange in a hotel roo m in LA

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Unknowing is the worst feeling you can ever have not knowing what’s going to happen the next day or further in the future. Unknowing when you will see a person you love all so well that came from the growth of your belly. Unknowing when that person will be free from being locked up in you mind, heart, body, and soul. Unknowing when you will see your child from being locked up behind bars like a caged animals. Unknowing when you will see your loved ones that gone home in the heavens above. Unknowing how to love again once it is ripped away from you. Unknowing when your heart will heal again from all the pain you been through. Unknowing if you will still be alive to reconnect and make thing right. Unknowing the unknowing is like the Pitts of hell burning day and night. Unknowing the unknowing can make you or break but it is up to you to let the unknowing make you the strong person we are today.

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Mar 29, 2020

Mar 29, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC

superiormamadukes

Unknowning

Unknowing is the worst feeling you can ever have not knowing what’s going to happen the next day or further in the future. Unknowing when you will see a person you love all so well that came from the growth of your belly. Unknowing when that person will be free from being locked up in you mind, heart, body, and soul. Unknowing when you will see your child from being locked up behind bars like a caged animals. Unknowing when you will see your loved ones that gone home in the heavens above. Unknowing how to love again once it is ripped away from you. Unknowing when your heart will heal again from all the pain you been through. Unknowing if you will still be alive to reconnect and make thing right. Unknowing the unknowing is like the Pitts of hell burning day and night. Unknowing the unknowing can make you or break but it is up to you to let the unknowing make you the strong person we are today.

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I have been marooned in this ****** up place for 13 years Ever since I was 5 when I first tried to survive But only ended up dying in the firey pitts of hell Got shot twice in the chest and once in the head As I drowned in a pool of my conscious blood I can feel the walls coming down upon me The ground collapsing beneath me So I scream at the top of my lungs for help But no one ever comes or they do but just stare As I cried blood tears from my jet black eyes Why won't you help me You see me struggling to gasp for air but you just stare For what...sigh My life is ****** up but I don't want to die Though to the world I already have,in my mind I am still alive Can't you see that I am trying to smile Trying to not cry anymore I just really want to survive this cold war Please allow me to experience no more

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Sep 27, 2015

Sep 27, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC

sir-poet

Survive

I have been marooned in this ****** up place for 13 years Ever since I was 5 when I first tried to survive But only ended up dying in the firey pitts of hell Got shot twice in the chest and once in the head As I drowned in a pool of my conscious blood I can feel the walls coming down upon me The ground collapsing beneath me So I scream at the top of my lungs for help But no one ever comes or they do but just stare As I cried blood tears from my jet black eyes Why won't you help me You see me struggling to gasp for air but you just stare For what...sigh My life is ****** up but I don't want to die Though to the world I already have,in my mind I am still alive Can't you see that I am trying to smile Trying to not cry anymore I just really want to survive this cold war Please allow me to experience no more

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I wish I never started Started to believe that there was hope for me in this world That I could be somebody instead of nobody like my predecessors told me I wish I never started I wish I never started Started to fall victim to my teenage mentalities Falling in love with a girl thinking I had a chance with thee I wish I never started You see, I have been walking this shadowed path trying to get from point A to Point B Banging my head against this solid brick wall Just to watch the blood trickle down **** stained body Crying in secret because I'm starting to realize that I am nothing more than fool for life's entertainment As I slowly sink to the bottom of the dark matter sea Looking at my reflecting as it shakes its head at me I wish never started Started this whole mission to escape the pain that haunted me Believing that there really was a way to escape the endless abyss I wish I never started I wish I never started Started to believe that the sorrows couldn't catch me if I ran fast enough But now I'm just tired and too drained to look back up I wish I never started Just make it quick I'm starting to get sick of this contradicting mindset One side telling me that I am something As the other just laughs and smile letting life do the talking Popping popcorn over the fiery pitts of hell waiting to roast me As it determines what seasoning will go best with thee I'm tired can't you see But life still pokes me with its pitchfork trying to force me to just give up I wish I never started Started to wish that I should start something new Become something greater than the you in the mirror I just wish I never started But hey I'm glad I started It was fun while it lasted So I guess what I should be saying is I'm wish I started sooner

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Jun 23, 2016

Jun 23, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC

If I am mad What am I mad at This answer that I seek The solution I cannot find If I am mad Who is to bare this misery with me Pay for their crimes against my essensence Burn in hell where they belong If I am mad Who is to draw my sword if I lose control Save me from myself Perish in the Pitts of no return If I am mad Is there a such thing as being "safe" Who will survive the chaos Break me if it comes to such a thing If I am mad Will I cry as I realize what I've done Will I choose to continue my existence upon wretched plain Or will I choose to say goodbye to all but I If I am mad God help these poor innocent souls End me I beg thee Force me to drop dead before their very eyes If I am mad Allow me to go in peace For I know what comes next... Is everything but

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC

sir-poet

If I am mad

If I am mad What am I mad at This answer that I seek The solution I cannot find If I am mad Who is to bare this misery with me Pay for their crimes against my essensence Burn in hell where they belong If I am mad Who is to draw my sword if I lose control Save me from myself Perish in the Pitts of no return If I am mad Is there a such thing as being "safe" Who will survive the chaos Break me if it comes to such a thing If I am mad Will I cry as I realize what I've done Will I choose to continue my existence upon wretched plain Or will I choose to say goodbye to all but I If I am mad God help these poor innocent souls End me I beg thee Force me to drop dead before their very eyes If I am mad Allow me to go in peace For I know what comes next... Is everything but

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It has been a long, long time since I felt this way So long that I forgot how exquisite it felt For the first time since that wretched day my soul is at ease I can close my eyes and actually breathe In my dreams I no longer see the rivers of blood I no longer see the firey pitts of hell No, I can actually see the beds of roses I can actually smell their sweet scent And I owe it all to you for setting me free None of this could be if it wasn't for thee Thank you for removing the shackles that forced me to my knees You don't understand how happy I am to finally be able to be me So I wrote this to show how grateful I truly am Thank you for showing me the way I'm glad you knew the right thing to say

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC

sir-poet

Friends

It has been a long, long time since I felt this way So long that I forgot how exquisite it felt For the first time since that wretched day my soul is at ease I can close my eyes and actually breathe In my dreams I no longer see the rivers of blood I no longer see the firey pitts of hell No, I can actually see the beds of roses I can actually smell their sweet scent And I owe it all to you for setting me free None of this could be if it wasn't for thee Thank you for removing the shackles that forced me to my knees You don't understand how happy I am to finally be able to be me So I wrote this to show how grateful I truly am Thank you for showing me the way I'm glad you knew the right thing to say

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It's dark Yet I can see so clearly I think I have been here for far too long, Because now I can even breathe in this ominous air But never mind that Never mind any of this Why is so dark? Is it my soul being reflected into reality It even has the little speck of light that sits alone in the darkest corner An exact replica of what I can't even see anymore It's so cold here Even though I sit in front of the firery pitts of hell Oh wait I am dreaming aren't I My eyes are just closed No, this is real This pain is real This emptiness I feel is real But I'm not alone aren't I That light that sits in the corner of the room Is it that you are waiting for me I'm coming I thank thee Though I apologizes for making you wait for far too long

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May 28, 2015

May 28, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC

sir-poet

Patient Light

It's dark Yet I can see so clearly I think I have been here for far too long, Because now I can even breathe in this ominous air But never mind that Never mind any of this Why is so dark? Is it my soul being reflected into reality It even has the little speck of light that sits alone in the darkest corner An exact replica of what I can't even see anymore It's so cold here Even though I sit in front of the firery pitts of hell Oh wait I am dreaming aren't I My eyes are just closed No, this is real This pain is real This emptiness I feel is real But I'm not alone aren't I That light that sits in the corner of the room Is it that you are waiting for me I'm coming I thank thee Though I apologizes for making you wait for far too long

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