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PiE's Poetry

Post by PiEdude on Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:26 am

Yep.
I write poems.


Let me tell you what I am not.
I am not the demon in the mirror.
I am not the stain on my soul.
I am not the darkness inside me.
I will not be a monster.
I will not become what I hate.
I refuse to be compared to him.
I refuse to keep making his mistakes.
I refuse to be what they think I am.
I will be what I wish to be.
I will be the man I strive to.
I will finally realize my potential.
I am not a monster.
I am what I choose to be.

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I can feel it.
The first willowy tendrils of love.
They move through my chest,
Brushing up against my heart.
But not quite gripping it yet.
A flutter when she says something nice.
A few harsh thuds when she says nothing for some time.
Warmth when she still wants to talk,
Even if I thought she didn't.
I may have felt this once before,
But this time is very different.
Nothing is certain.
I can only hope.
I can only wish.
I can only pray.
And I can only dream.
That she feels the same for me.

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Another one:
Thursday night alone,
Staring at the phone,
Trying not to fall,
Not reaching for that straw.

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It's cold. Being alone.
That's the only way I can think to describe it.
It's a little better when I'm around people.
But at night, that's when it's different.
I cover myself in blankets.
Turn up the heater.
Curl up in a ball.
But nothing helps.
I'm still alone.
Still cold.
I hate the cold.
I hate being alone.
But it's not something I can help.
I can only sit, and shiver, and hope.
That it won't have to last forever.

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It's bittersweet to look back.
I remember the beginning, and it fills me with hope.
Then I remember the end, and the hope is gone.
I need to find a way to forget the bitter.
So I can hold onto the sweet.
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Post by PiEdude on Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:45 am

I keep holding on, but I'm losing my grip.
I'm trying not to fall, but I'm afraid I might slip.

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Falling in love is too much like falling asleep. You can't stop it. You can put it off as long as you want, but it happens anyway, and by the time you realize it, it's already too late to do anything about it.
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I'm starting to hate hope.
It's like being sick, and never quite getting over it.
Every time it goes away, it just ends up coming back.
She doesn't text for a while, talks to her boyfriend for hours.
And I think I'm finally done with it, finally rid of that undying sickness.
But then she says something, says anything, that sends the hope flooding right back.

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Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?
Do you even want to?
Do you remember the last time?
I know I do.
I remember when it all started.
I had been drowning. Drowning in my own thoughts.
Then you came along, and gave me air.
So instead of going up to breathe, I just sank deeper without caring.
When you left, you pulled the plug on your oxygen tank.
You found someone better, and I was left alone to drown.
I couldn't breathe.
My friends, my family, my sister, they were the ones that pulled me out.
But I keep falling back in.
Some people left. Got sick of pulling me out.
I don't want to keep drowning.
I want to learn how to swim.

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Maybe I haven't met her yet.
Maybe I have, but don't know her.
Maybe she's been here the whole time.
I don't know who the next girl I love will be.
I don't know how I'm going to find out or find her.
I don't know if there's even anyone out there for me.
I don't know if there's any reason I should look anymore.
But I do know that when I find her, she'll feel like she's the world to me.
And she'll be right.

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I try to write, but I can't get a spark.
Everything just fizzles out.
You can't have a fire without fuel.
You can't write a story without emotion.

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I don't know what to do.
I don't want to lose my friend.
I don't want to lose the girl.
And they're the same person.
I'm afraid that I'll have to lose one.
But I don't want to lose both.

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I guess this is where writing comes from.
Emotion.
Not just any emotions though.
They have to be strong, you have to really feel them clearly, be able to put a name to them without pause.
I've spent so much of the past two months of my life in a suffocating, vague fog.
But now I can see a little better. I can think a little more clearly.
Anger, fear, worry, hope, joy, love, they've all been bubbling up into my life.
They aren't just words. They each have power to them, the power to let me and everyone else know what's going on inside my head.
For the past two months of my life, the fog was too great.
For the first time in a long time, I can see.

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I could write a book that outsells the Bible,
And you'd still just point out all the flaws.
I could climb to the top of Mt. Everest,
And you'd just say "It's been done before."
I could tell you you're the rock, upon which I stand,
And you'd kick it out from under me, all over again.

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Maybe next time, I'll know better.
Maybe next time, I won't believe those words.
Maybe next time, I won't fall so hard.
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Post by Angatar on Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:18 am

I like the second to last one, I know people like that, though I find it hilarious about how hypocritcal they are.

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Post by PiEdude on Sun Jul 10, 2011 12:52 am

Yeah. It's actually about my ex.

Some more:
You don't know it yet, but I'm gonna make you smile.
Because when you do, my troubles fall through,
And the whole world is right for a while.
You may already know that you have a very lovely face.
But you don't know yet, how beautiful you are.
And one day, I'll make you see your grace.

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I'm going to wake up, with nobody there.
I'm going to wake up, and she's not going to care.
I'm going to wake up, and this will only hurt more.
So why wake up?

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I'd say she was a waste of time,
I'd say it about the other girl too.
But if not for them, I wouldn't be here,
Hoping I can be with you.
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