Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Dear you where are you now and what are you doing?
Waiting for a chance to finally see you
Stuck in real life where you don’t exist
Wishing for just one chance to see your precious face
If this were a dream you’d be with me
But reality bleeds in
You’re somewhere out of reach
Dreams wearing thin
I’m trying to reach out to you
But you never hold out your hand
I’m here searching for nothing
In this dreary land
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Is this a gift from “God”?
Knowing how to weave words together and make them speak
Is this why I suffer?
Do I suffer because it’s a gift?
If I ask myself what this is all I see are letters
ABC and so on and so forth just formed into different patterns they don’t accomplish anything
Sometimes I think I’ll be discovered some day when I’m long dead
Be like all those other poor poets who never saw a dime of their “gift” in their life time
Doesn’t that make it a cruel joke?
Working and working and putting all this together only
Only to never see the results
Rather than a gift from Apollo is it not a trick from Hermes?
Screaming communication into the void only to never hear anything back
And then centuries pass and everyone knows your name
It couldn’t be much more than a joke
Who could call this a gift from “God”?
Thousands of letters
No reply
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You don’t know how lucky I am to get you in my life
Little Pan
You don’t know what your name means, but your ear turns toward me when I say it
Today you came to me by yourself for the first time
My heart soared
I hope you’re just as lucky to have come into my life
Here’s to many years together
My sweet little bun Pan
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Did you give me this ring as a joke?
Calling me from across the village
Breaking when I met the wrong person
Coming back in a different form
Was it a joke?
One on each ring finger one for you one for him
You are magnificent in all definitions
But how foolish do I sound?
Saying it’s from you
But it called me from across the village
And I never take it off
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How many words are locked away in the darkness?
Never to see the light of day
All the same thoughts cascading
If I told you what I really think you’d be gone
If I really spoke my mind I would be truly alone
I keep my thoughts inside locked tight
Just like the hole if I showed what I am
I’d be alone
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There are so many tears locked inside
Just a crack in the castle and it all pours out
Flowing along like a river to the ocean
Trickling down like a stream
I’ve tried to lock them away
I cry until there’s no more tears
And then cry some more
Is there even any meaning to heartbreak if he can’t feel it?
Every tear feels like a pointless drop of rain
Like every poem is a tear
Just one more drop of pain that no one sees
If I could bottle them up and send them to him
Show him the proof of my heartbeat
Would he bother to say hello?
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