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"timezoned" poems
For my love, has left me Traveled to another country, far away from me Over the trees and mountains Green fields and forest fountains Over the blue seas and vast oceans He left me, lost in my emotions We both see the horizon But in different time zone We both see the sun shine But in different time We both see the same night stars But we are, from each other, too far I respect your plan But please include me, oh man I stayed up all night, with you on the other side The distance, we are both terrified At first, we managed to make it In the mold, we try to fit But the timezone, is taking you away from me The longing, I can't stand, can't you see? It is day time where you are You sit on sunshine, the flowers bloom While I have my night in a country so far with nightmares and gloom Two hearts that used to be one Ended up living in a separate land While you stare at tomorrow I lay here in yesterday Why do you have to go, And left me full of woe? The timezone, is taking you away from me The longing, I can't stand, can't you see?
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
fallen-one
Timezoned
For my love, has left me Traveled to another country, far away from me Over the trees and mountains Green fields and forest fountains Over the blue seas and vast oceans He left me, lost in my emotions We both see the horizon But in different time zone We both see the sun shine But in different time We both see the same night stars But we are, from each other, too far I respect your plan But please include me, oh man I stayed up all night, with you on the other side The distance, we are both terrified At first, we managed to make it In the mold, we try to fit But the timezone, is taking you away from me The longing, I can't stand, can't you see? It is day time where you are You sit on sunshine, the flowers bloom While I have my night in a country so far with nightmares and gloom Two hearts that used to be one Ended up living in a separate land While you stare at tomorrow I lay here in yesterday Why do you have to go, And left me full of woe? The timezone, is taking you away from me The longing, I can't stand, can't you see?
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I have been Friendzoned, Many a time. It is a common experience Among both geneders, For it is truly The best way Do deal With that issue. But now, Now let me tell you Of a far greater pain And longing. For I have been Timezoned. For my love, She is across the country, Our great country, Our far too expansive country. She is over hills and mountains, Rivers and valleys, Plains and forests. She is over the Appalachians, Past the Blue Ridge Around the myriad waterfalls Of Western North Carolina, All sparkling in their magnificence As the light crests over the hill, Spilling into their deep pools And flowing drops, Yet they all, All of them, Pale in comparison to her, To her golden skin, Her flashing eyes, Her smile That beams down upon you And radiates with Joy and happiness, And her hair, So-called ***** blonde, But to me, There is no purer, For it flows More freely Than the waterfalls And looks Even more gorgeous As the sunlight hits. For she is more beautiful Than a Sunset Upon the lake Where she lives. She is over the great Mississippi, Which flows from Canada All the way to the Gulf of Mexico, Streaming across our country As a boarder Twixt east And west. The only thing Even larger That I know Is her kindness And compassion, For those are Without end. She lies Past the cornfields of Nebraska And past the plains Of the olden tribes. My love lies beyond them, And of all things She alone Could make those miles of wheat Joyous To drive through. She lies over the Rockies, Past the Tetons, And around the great apple orchards Of her state. For her I would climb The Rockies, Tunnel through The Tetons, And harvest Every apple In the state. But alas, That would help me No more Than hacking off a limb. To be timezoned then, Is to end What barely began Not because Anyone wants to But because Simple geography And age Makes it impossible. It feels far worse Knowing that, If you were there, If you lived within A three-hour drive, You would be With her. But alas, I am not. I live Forty-five hours Of non-stop driving To the east And south. A seventy-hour long bus ride, And a 6 hour long flight. And yet I know That if I were there I would be with her. But I am not, And so someone else Is. What hurts More than rejection Is acceptance And then having The cruel fates Swoop down And stop What would have been Amazing. What could have been Perfection. But what was instead That Which barely Happened.
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
isaac-huston
Timezoned
I have been Friendzoned, Many a time. It is a common experience Among both geneders, For it is truly The best way Do deal With that issue. But now, Now let me tell you Of a far greater pain And longing. For I have been Timezoned. For my love, She is across the country, Our great country, Our far too expansive country. She is over hills and mountains, Rivers and valleys, Plains and forests. She is over the Appalachians, Past the Blue Ridge Around the myriad waterfalls Of Western North Carolina, All sparkling in their magnificence As the light crests over the hill, Spilling into their deep pools And flowing drops, Yet they all, All of them, Pale in comparison to her, To her golden skin, Her flashing eyes, Her smile That beams down upon you And radiates with Joy and happiness, And her hair, So-called ***** blonde, But to me, There is no purer, For it flows More freely Than the waterfalls And looks Even more gorgeous As the sunlight hits. For she is more beautiful Than a Sunset Upon the lake Where she lives. She is over the great Mississippi, Which flows from Canada All the way to the Gulf of Mexico, Streaming across our country As a boarder Twixt east And west. The only thing Even larger That I know Is her kindness And compassion, For those are Without end. She lies Past the cornfields of Nebraska And past the plains Of the olden tribes. My love lies beyond them, And of all things She alone Could make those miles of wheat Joyous To drive through. She lies over the Rockies, Past the Tetons, And around the great apple orchards Of her state. For her I would climb The Rockies, Tunnel through The Tetons, And harvest Every apple In the state. But alas, That would help me No more Than hacking off a limb. To be timezoned then, Is to end What barely began Not because Anyone wants to But because Simple geography And age Makes it impossible. It feels far worse Knowing that, If you were there, If you lived within A three-hour drive, You would be With her. But alas, I am not. I live Forty-five hours Of non-stop driving To the east And south. A seventy-hour long bus ride, And a 6 hour long flight. And yet I know That if I were there I would be with her. But I am not, And so someone else Is. What hurts More than rejection Is acceptance And then having The cruel fates Swoop down And stop What would have been Amazing. What could have been Perfection. But what was instead That Which barely Happened.
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