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There's this person I been getting to know
A little deeper, Let my feelings flow
Into her freely, untainted and complete
So we can get up on our four feet
And launch out past the atmosphere
Without a hint of freezing fear.
I wish that she could read my mind
And see the things I've left behind,
The story locked inside a cage of flesh
That you find handsome, you respect;
And I want to know you, read you,
Learn a little bit each time I see you.
All erotic aside, I have a thing for brown eyes
And I'd like to know what's on your mind.
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Literature
Percussion
Sometimes you send me a joke or two,
Your name lights up, red bubble on blue,
But this time it's a paragraph, a discussion.
It's been long enough, hasn't it? Percussion
Dwells in my head, heart and limbs,
Nervous tick active as I fill to the brim
With thoughts and memories, a swimming void
Of feeling of which I've been recently devoid.
You told me that it bothered you to see me happy;
Happy without you, it's a little sweet and sappy,
But it's got me rolling; Who do you think you are?
I can be happy without you, I can heal the scars.
But I don't want to.
I reopen them, day by day, feeding my brain
With your pictures and decisions you've made.
There you are, smiling, a light in the darkness,
Happy without me, a hypocritical mess
Of feelings, loose ends, tattoos and cold feet
And I...
I'm happy that you smile, sad I'm not the reason,
My feelings don't change depending on the season.
Your family visits your favorite coffee shop.
I haven't seen mine since I fell from the top.
You have love,
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Literature
A Queen's Knight
A black metal queen's blunt ashes sit on my tongue,
Her tar dripping down my computer screen, infecting
My vision, dissecting my wisdom. She's still hung
In a frame that I keep on the shelf; I'm ingesting
Stale love from the confines of my private room.
The princess, the queen, they both terrify me
And I'm still loyal, the servant to her swoon,
Above all else I've ever wanted to be.
Dead flowers rise above their seeds' earthy graves
As she nears me from five hundred miles away,
For what she walks upon blooms, shimmering light,
And dies when she departs, a rapturous flight.
I get to watch my queen flourish; Her kingdom swells
To engulf my senses, unable to serve her whims.
An obsession haunts me in my very sleep, a hell
That I have been sentenced to, filled to the brim
With errant thoughts. But the whirlwind stops,
A sudden gust a fresh air surrounds my queen.
Rather, a princess, I gather, pretending she's not
Wasting away in the same frigid hell as me.
I'd take her hand if I knew what
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Literature
Sharing
Smoke fills a dimly lit room in which
Two figures, a man and a woman sit
Cross legged, within feet of each other
Without speaking, for a voice can smother
The feeling that flows in the clouds
Like magic, a force yet to be found.
It permeates the air, dissipating in time,
A slow burn of emotional slime.
He writes; She paints, each creating
Glorious pictures locked in their brains
And setting them free, pen upon paper,
Stories told by two different makers.
Separated by medium and talent alike,
They trade their pieces in the low light.
She rests her head on him and reads
As he deciphers what her painting means.
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Literature
Impermeable
Why live in what one can only touch?
You'll miss the impermeable, and much
More, the dialect of energy that passes
Through the leaves that make up the green grasses
On your front lawn, that stretch the bounds
Of the earth, connecting without a sound.
Touch and feel remain separate in nature,
Subtle differences in our nomenclature.
Why resist the blend, the story to behold,
To learn the secrets behind the story that's told
In the italic details along the edges of the frame,
Regardless of difference, we remain the same.
Feed me your experiences, your reasons and thoughts
So I can break them down into fuel for my engine
As it turns over, digesting our spirit, the wars we fought,
Each story a name, just one adventurous soul telling
Their tale. There are no heroes, only simple people,
Caught in a vast web of their ancestor's design,
Trying their best to dig the nicest, shiniest hole
To sleep in as the rest of time flies by.
I dare reach out, becoming fluid, filling my space,
Either soft or
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Literature
Do You?
Do you love my style?
Strange colored jeans and faded black shirts,
Occasionally adorned with adventurous hurt?
How about my smile?
A crooked grin under a genetic overbite
That swallows my face? I hope that you might
Enjoy the imperfections that I possess
And not allow them to cause you stress.
Do you love my anxiety?
The way I eat myself until I have nothing left,
The way I doubt myself until I wish for death?
And what about my desire?
The fact that you're something truly divine
And you occupy my thoughts all of the time?
What do you think and what will you do?
These are all questions that I have for you.
There are many things that you must love
In order to love me, a faithless wretch,
And I hope it's something I'm worthy of,
Because I'm here for you, not for less.
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Literature
Faces
Cloaked figures, wearing masks,
A malevolent and careless mass
Of people, lying through their teeth
Because they're scared of what's beneath.
They surround me, swallow me whole,
I forget what is real, my story untold
And I bury it with me deep under the sea,
Showing you only what you want to see.
But now and then, the seas do part,
A face, recognizable, shining like art,
The sun through clouds, through waves
And into my eyes. You're unscathed,
Unbent by the others, still original.
I don't want this mask when I'm with you,
I don't need to hide this face from someone true.
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Literature
Storybook
I want to wander through your storybook,
Pages, mist and and holes,
To examine the nature of what it took
To create someone so bold.
What gave you the effervescent spark
That warms my company,
When it burns most that dare embark
On such a profound journey?
I take your hand, your challenge, and hope
That you can feel the cold.
Let your energy flow into me and know
That warmth is a treasure to behold.
I plunge my hand into your blaze,
Afraid, yet approaching firmly
To see if I emerge unscathed
Or if you're so intense that you burn me.
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Literature
Knick Knacks
I write to remember who I used to be,
What I am, and ever patiently
What I could become if I push myself,
Knick knack reminders on my shelf.
I collect many objects, but not for worth,
Simply for the pretty moments they've birthed
Into my brain, lest I forget such splendor,
And transform myself into a big spender.
I hoard memories, attached to trading cards,
Shot glasses, old notes containing oozing scars.
Small words scrawled on a tavern's napkin
Reveal the person I am within.
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Literature
A Garden Worth Growing
One year ago to the day, a part of myself was killed,
Insensitively murdered, and now my soul is filled
With regret, the decaying corpse of my love,
Withering away, infested with bugs.
And yet the wretched remains do not taint
The grounds in which they rot. They create
A compost for the soil inside my heart
That gently grows into a brand new start.
I'll never be the same, that much is true,
But I dare not gift this decay to you,
For I can plan the seeds to be better,
Foster the trees in a forsaken nether.
When new flowers blossom in this meadow
It shall finally be worthy of a fellow
Farmer, planting seeds of their own
Inside my head, nurtured caring and slow.
Together we'll plant a garden, but I dare not
Provide you with such terrible thoughts
That sapped the roots in this lost ground;
Not before it's fixed shall it be found.
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Literature
These Halls
Anticipation, I can't stand it,
My emotions rubber banded,
Stretching until they are released
In a supernova of empathy.
Companionship is fleeting
While the cycle keeps repeating,
Scaring me more every day,
It's people and their nuanced ways.
Honesty is rare because all are afraid,
Understandably so; I once did parade
My strangeness for someone long ago
When I thought she was about to show
Me a whole new world where we lived
In a forest of our own, off the grid.
Sadly, that idea was a sweet cavity
That must be filled to protect me.
I return there nightly to open my thoughts,
Use them to paint that which I sought
But it's temporary, unable to be shared,
A place where few dare breathe the air.
You did, you sucked it in down deep
To a part of yourself that you can't delete;
You choose not to enter this land again
Because it's for lovers, not just for friends.
Your gardens are wilting, monuments swayed,
A world you created now locked in a cage,
Losing color and shape, blurry remnants
Of a
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Literature
Ice
I only get popular when I write about love,
The elemental balance, push and shove,
And though my words often seem to sing
Of it, I hate the thought of wedding rings.
Here, prove yourself to your other
By providing them with cold ore, smothered
In a furnace and then topped with ice,
Some beautiful evidence it is despite
How expensive, how common and stale.
It's many a person's holy grail,
And yet I can't imagine giving someone
Something so heartless, so overdone.
It's an ornament, a symbol, and a poor one at that,
Compared to the permanence of your rent or a tat-
Too. And if it's individual, why settle for the same
Practice we've been replicating since the crusades?
A ring, stained with someone else's blood
Becomes your prize, your symbol of love,
While a rich family manufactures your need
To give one as well as to receive.
Know what your love is, for it belongs to you,
And is not defined by what the others do.
It's a bond like steel, not fragile gold,
A warm sensation chasing away the
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Literature
Don't Let the World Change You
I'm pretty outgoing but I'm so nervous around you.
I just forget how to speak, transform into a fool,
But, hey, that's what happens when I try to impress
Some one, just trying to be better than the rest
'Cause dammit, you're kinda my style.
It's fire and ice, classic, and even terrifying,
So smart, so strong, artistic; Fall is dying,
And spontaneously you'll be something else,
And I can't wait to meet what you call your Self
'Cause you've been beautiful all of the while.
Face and soul,
Hair and heart,
When I'm so cold
Your warmth is art.
You impress me with the aura you possess,
Your strangeness and creative process,
It's intense, it's real, it's everything you feel,
Everything that I regrettably keep sealed
Inside my brain, hon.
I'm gonna try to be myself, but I can't read you,
Surprised at every turn, delighted just to see you,
And I'm glad I went out and ran into someone
That has a baggage like mine and is still having fun.
Don't let the world change you.
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Literature
Forward
Gently, gently,
All these things will come to pass.
Gently, gently,
Now.
Not every morning
Will be your perfect time to shine,
Forward, forward,
Now.
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Literature
Ravenous
Sometimes I don't feel worthy enough to breathe
The air that we share while we love and grieve,
I eat far less than I should and sleep far more,
Dreaming of the life I had once before
And every morning I have to tell myself,
"It's just a dream, you're hurting yourself."
Truth is, I'm still grasping at it like a noose,
Unsure of if it should be tight or loose.
I have enough trouble trying to save myself
But I pick up loners left and right, helping
As much as I can, as if I did something wrong,
Because I feel like I did but the evidence is gone.
All evidence, instead, points to my reviled
Status as deserved, I must be infantile
If those words fall from the mouths of those
I loved; And they do. I'm not what you suppose.
I repeat it to myself, through music and writing,
Keeping abreast of thoughts, ravenously biting
At my coattails, about to drag me into hell,
The one in my mind with secrets to tell.
When they catch me, they whisper into my heart,
Slicing up my confidence into paper stars
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I apologize for the lack of organization of my poems. I write in a lot of formats and tag all of them as "Free Verse" even when they clearly don't fit the category.

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There's this person I been getting to know
A little deeper, Let my feelings flow
Into her freely, untainted and complete
So we can get up on our four feet
And launch out past the atmosphere
Without a hint of freezing fear.
I wish that she could read my mind
And see the things I've left behind,
The story locked inside a cage of flesh
That you find handsome, you respect;
And I want to know you, read you,
Learn a little bit each time I see you.
All erotic aside, I have a thing for brown eyes
And I'd like to know what's on your mind.
Sometimes you send me a joke or two,
Your name lights up, red bubble on blue,
But this time it's a paragraph, a discussion.
It's been long enough, hasn't it? Percussion
Dwells in my head, heart and limbs,
Nervous tick active as I fill to the brim
With thoughts and memories, a swimming void
Of feeling of which I've been recently devoid.

You told me that it bothered you to see me happy;
Happy without you, it's a little sweet and sappy,
But it's got me rolling; Who do you think you are?
I can be happy without you, I can heal the scars.

But I don't want to.

I reopen them, day by day, feeding my brain
With your pictures and decisions you've made.
There you are, smiling, a light in the darkness,
Happy without me, a hypocritical mess
Of feelings, loose ends, tattoos and cold feet
And I...
I'm happy that you smile, sad I'm not the reason,
My feelings don't change depending on the season.

Your family visits your favorite coffee shop.
I haven't seen mine since I fell from the top.
You have love, you have money and a clear head
That will steer you safely from what you dread.
A black metal queen's blunt ashes sit on my tongue,
Her tar dripping down my computer screen, infecting
My vision, dissecting my wisdom. She's still hung
In a frame that I keep on the shelf; I'm ingesting
Stale love from the confines of my private room.
The princess, the queen, they both terrify me
And I'm still loyal, the servant to her swoon,
Above all else I've ever wanted to be.

Dead flowers rise above their seeds' earthy graves
As she nears me from five hundred miles away,
For what she walks upon blooms, shimmering light,
And dies when she departs, a rapturous flight.

I get to watch my queen flourish; Her kingdom swells
To engulf my senses, unable to serve her whims.
An obsession haunts me in my very sleep, a hell
That I have been sentenced to, filled to the brim
With errant thoughts. But the whirlwind stops,
A sudden gust a fresh air surrounds my queen.
Rather, a princess, I gather, pretending she's not
Wasting away in the same frigid hell as me.

I'd take her hand if I knew what I'd fight for.
If I trusted her lead I would raise my sword,
But the last time I fought a war in her name
I found out that she would not do the same.
Smoke fills a dimly lit room in which
Two figures, a man and a woman sit
Cross legged, within feet of each other
Without speaking, for a voice can smother
The feeling that flows in the clouds
Like magic, a force yet to be found.
It permeates the air, dissipating in time,
A slow burn of emotional slime.

He writes; She paints, each creating
Glorious pictures locked in their brains
And setting them free, pen upon paper,
Stories told by two different makers.
Separated by medium and talent alike,
They trade their pieces in the low light.
She rests her head on him and reads
As he deciphers what her painting means.
Other people are my own personal hell,
Pitting my honorable sense against myself,
Forcing me to compete in a tired contest
Of propagandized rituals, Oh they're obsessed
With nursery rhymes instead of sonnets,
Looking at the ground and missing the comets
That soar overhead, guiding us to new things
Amidst a sea of voices that together sing.

I am tired of life being a dying light,
So tired that I'd like to start a fight,
Upend this gnarled wooden barstool
And hurl it at my foes across the room!

But I don't. I'm in control of my actions,
Slowly guiding others, even in fractions,
Through disappointments and letting go,
Finding some brand new truths to know.
Tomorrow I'll be more than I was today,
And you can do it too; evade the decay,
The corpse that many around you wear,
All it costs is your smile, and they're wiling to share.
I'm writing a lot now. You'll all be getting plenty of weird emotions from me. 

I'm not okay, but that's great for my writer's block.
  • Listening to: J Cole
  • Playing: New Vegas
  • Eating: Bagel
  • Drinking: Water

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The above is borrowed from a very creative someone.

Just a dude having fun. Love music in all forms. I'm easy to talk to. Note me if you're bored. I love writing poetry, but even after I disagree with myself, I leave my poetry here so I can learn from my mistakes.
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LifeOfSherman Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2017  Student Writer
Good to see you getting back in the saddle, man. :D
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Spite-Sire Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2017
:B
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zetsueatface Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2017  Student Artist
Poetic and corny normally walk hand in hand.
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Spite-Sire Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2017
Your writings are quite nice; crafted very carefully, flow through a river of poignant beauty, & sprinkled by a drizzle of passionate rain.
I'm way too corny. oops
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LifeOfSherman Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2015  Student Writer
Thanks for the favorite! :)
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WotanTyger Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave. Have a llama! :)
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zetsueatface Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2014  Student Artist
Anytime!
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Thanks for the watch!
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Thanks for the fav :dance:
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thanks for the fave! >u<
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Thanks for the watch! :D
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Thanks for the faves on my Archer stamps! Much appreciated! :D
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thanks for the fave :iconawwwplz:
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thanks for the favourites :)
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Thanks for the fave :iconexpelliarmusplz: Have a Llama :iconllamajumpplz:
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