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False hope is nicer than no hope at all.

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My Life Today

So I’m doing a summer internship in the state of Washington.
Playing lots of volleyball, I bruised my hip, but I’m having lots of fun!

I miss my friends, I miss the laughs, the girls, but not the town…
Some I miss more than half as much as half deserve for being around.

I hope that last line made some sense, if not I’ll try to recompense
And play guitar for some cents while I miss those of you I love.

So wish me luck while I’m away, I hope to see you again one day.
But in the mean time, I again must say, I miss those of you I love.

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Hello…

to my four followers (I think I am one of those four too…). Sorry I haven’t posted more poetry. My laptop has been down and all my stuff is on that. I’ll get more soon.

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My Love

A line from a poem written into a song

Starting out rhyming all the time just feels so wrong.

But I don’t know what else to do, I’m not really a poet.

Just some young kid who can’t seem to out grow it

So I stick with my rhymes and basic word play,

As if Shakespeare wrote Hamlet when in the third grade.

It’s simple, I know, but I still find it fun.

So I keep it on going until I feel done.

I’m just bored off my rocker looking for something to do.

Guess I’ll just sit here and write and think of a few

Things to have fun with or people to see

Or maybe we’ll just stay here, my guitar and me.

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Lets Walk

A walk in the park can be compared to life

The same as a girlfriend is different from a wife.

It doesn’t come easy, and it sucks it’s so hard

And a walk in the park can go pretty far.

Yeah, life’s a story and it can be a bitch

Options are kill your-self now or just push through it.

Find something to keep going, to move your-self forward.

Life’s what you make it. It’s your own fault if you’re bored.

Stop and smell the roses, remember, life’s a park.

Take time to make memories for the stories you’ll start.

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Late, Late Nights

A long summer day in the shade of a tree

Think about life’s offer for you and for me

The two of us apart or the two of us as one

Maybe I’m just delirious from the hot Sonoran sun.

 

Happy thoughts come as well as they go.

What happens with them no one really knows.

They could be forgotten, or just gone unsaid.

I think more than likely, those thoughts are just dead.

 

Lifeless ideas, cast from the imagination

And you’re love is mainly what gives it activation.

My imagination that is, not so much the lifeless part.

Hence the “gay” conversation we had at Wal-Mart.

 

Our late night conversations, falling asleep to your soft words

Laying in the sleepy silence to the voice I’ve heard.

Wishing you into my arms, for words gone unspoken

Like a kid in an arcade, I’d go to you with my last token.

 

But not just the last one, the first one and all others

Just because by your kisses, I wish I was smothered.

In love and in purity and all other good charms

Laying here in my bed, with you in my arms.

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IDK

I don’t know you, yet I’m so intrigued;
With you, who are, who you will be.
You’re exotic and entrancing. But how can I say this?
I don’t know you. I feel foolish. I sit here so restless.

I’ve seen you here now; you’re hair long and brown.
Your eyes the deepest green like a princess’ gown.
You’re exotic and entrancing. But how can I say this?
I don’t know you. I’m foolish. I was yours at our first kiss

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Hello Beautiful

A late night’s song to sing you to sleep.
I’ll give you a melody to replace counting sheep.
Summer’s love song to fly in the breeze,
Its beautiful ballad sung by the trees.
My voice in your ear, from my lips to your heart.
To steal your thoughts and feelings right from the start.
So we’ll walk on the beach, stroll hand in hand,
And watch the California sunrise on the gold sand.

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