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Night time poetry

The noises of the night keep me awake
I try to sleep, but can’t for fucks sake
My mind keeps running
like the clouds of the night
My thoughts are burning
me up inside
I try to forget and let go
but with everything within
it just builds and builds
until..
until…
Well I can’t tell you until..
because the answer to that
You will never find it..
you never will 

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An Ode to Bailey

A bully dog, why yes you are

A breed of such bad name

Even though you hold a loving heart

You tend to get ganders of shame

 

I can not even fathom because

all you do is bring me joy

Why can’t others comprehend

 

Always wagging your tail plus

playing with your favorite toy

You are my four legged best friend

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This is so spaced out because I copied and pasted this.
I had to write an Ode for my English class so this is not my typical poem.
But this is what I came up with. 

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I Fear

I fear
That all of this cheer
will one day be lost
and hurt the one so dear.
You see,
I’ve been exposed to years
of unjustified tears
where love is about yourself
And everything is “I’m” not “We’re”
Manipulating becomes easy
when you’ve practice to steer
one’s emotions to the ground
To make your point domineer.
And you overlook the little things
they do, regardless of how sincere
because you nit pick the negative
as if it is a career.
It almost rubs off on me
I want it to disappear
I don’t want broken love
I want our love to be sheer
delight and affection
nothing more than crystal-clear
I promise to not let it take over
I promise to persevere
Even if you were to do me wrong
I promise, I will always hold you near.
I promise to overcome this dreading
Fear that I fear

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If The Chance Was Never Given

If today was my last day
And the chance was never given
to say what I need to say
to say what has been hidden

A sorry to my past
To the past people I have hurt
To the ones who I’ve betrayed
To the ones who are down to earth

A thank you to my past
It’s from you who I have learned
And my mistakes that led me to
The things I have now earned

The here and now that I have earned
The people in my present
All time is of no return
So I cherish the time we’ve spent

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Learning to Love

It hurts to think
what may happen
All lost in a blink
But why would it happen?

Perhaps I don’t mean
to be so negative
But I expect the worst
Just being preventative

Though, I keep my hopes high
As I’ve learned to trust
Cause feelings can die
Learning to love is a must

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Sleep Paralysis

The darkness always haunts me
The silence of the night
Continues to taunt me
 
I fear i may awake; Paralyzed
Starring down at me
Demon eyes
 
It lingers in my peripheral vision 
A shadow object
Within my delusion prison
 
As the shadow creeps closer
I can only anticipate
This terror to be over
 
This dreadful fear of mine
Clarifies why 
I lie awake at night
Why the darkness always haunts me
Why the silence of the night
Continues to taunt me

 

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At Night

It’s about that time of night
Last kiss of the day
Our usual goodbye

Standing under the starry sky
My arms wrapped around you
Holding you tight

You pick me up
My weight seems so light
Everything is perfect as
I look into your eyes

Reflecting the starlight
Your eyes seem to glisten
Your sight is my delight
Loving you is my mission

It’s so hard to let go
It feels so right
If a moment could last forever
I would make it last tonight
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Train of Thought

Right about now
My thoughts drift on a cloud
Here for a second and vanish somehow
 
An idea all of the sudden
They come by the dozen
Cease to exist 
In the push of a button

 

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Slowly Dying Flower

Slowly Dying Flower

Pedals are drooping, but the color is vibrant.
A picture is worth a thousand words,
This one is worth silence.

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Suicide

A man with struggles, troubles, and pain
A man that lives a life of shame
Standing on the edge in the pouring rain
Ready to admit and take the blame

He closes his eyes and takes a breath
He wishes forgiveness preceding his death
His mind is made that there is nothing left
His mind is made, he takes his last step

As he is about to see what hasn’t been seen
It is his last chance to be redeemed 
Mercy may be found somewhere between
The bridge and the stream

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I was inspired to write this because of St. Augustine.
“In thinking about a man who fell into a river and drowned, Saint Augustine commented in his Confessions that ‘the mercy of God may be found between the bridge and the stream'” (DeMarco 155).
Just to clarify, I’m still agnostic.
Just open minded.

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