Listen to: Nostalja by Bluefaces
https://batcaveproductions.bandcamp.com/album/nostalja
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minnie: bro
taebae: bronander
minnie: broseph
taebae: tony bromo
minnie: brometheus
taebae: brovakin, the dragon brorn
minnie: tolstoy broskyefski
taebae: brosa parks
minnie: brotato chip
taebae: bro-sie o' donnell
minnie: brochacho
taebae: edgar allen bro
minnie: brohamad ali
taebae: brolaf
minnie: nintenbro 64
taebae: brorack brobama
minnie: brocahontas
taebae: bromeo
minnie: angelina brolie
taebae: brobi wan kenobi
minnie: c3pbro
taebae: han brolo
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An Idle Mind is Not Kind
An idle mind is not kind
Our insecurities
Plant the most vicious seeds
And taking root deep in our heads
it is the poison, and as it spreads
we wither with each passing thought
that darkens each bit of light we sought
in this time of need.
And desperate thoughts cause desperate deeds.
Without mercy this parasite feeds
on every doubt to cross your mind.
A doubting mind is far from kind.
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder
But what if it can only make it wander?
And we can ask questions
And let our imaginations run
And fabricate the worst
And as I drown in all this self-made despair
and come up for one last bit of sweet air
The one thought pulling me through:
I'm suddenly reminded of you.
I'm slowly coming up to breathe, and breathe, and breathe
We breathe.
And broken as we are, we come together
Beaten by our doubts, and weathered
by harsh insecurities.
But in the end there's something greater
To push us past corrosive thoughts
And we come out polished.
Though it feels as if we're stretched apart
across the distance, still our hearts
refuse to be demolished.
For I love you with all my broken soul.
You are the only part to make me whole.
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I suggest you check out my friend's poetry blog, he writes some pretty great stuff.
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Forgiveness
Oh my beloved please forgive my wrongs
I know that I have done you a bad deed
And if I could, I'd sing a thousand songs
Whose gentle melodies would plant a seed
This seed would surely grow into a tree
Whose roots would bury deep beneath the ground
Tall branches would reach out and cry to thee:
The wind whispers my love, please hear its sound.
Forgiveness is all I can ask of you
Without it, I can hardly bear to live
I beg you to believe my words are true
And find it in your heart the grace to give
For who am I without your warmth, your love?
As lonely as vast is the sky above.
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Though the lies taste bitter in our mouths,
we live off them,
drink them.
Taking small sips
to force ourselves to believe
that it's the real thing.
We're all ghosts of our futures,
living in a false state of reality;
Trapped inside our web of deception
woven by forbidden dreams.
Slip beneath the surface of
"security" and make-believe.
Silently we'll all die.
Green with envy,
and a hint of blue:
shade in our tainted souls
as our poisoned hearts
choke on the truth.
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Escaping
With such consciousness she spread her wings in vain
And with velvet fingertips, she drew out her pain
As the shore and the waves combined in the the twilight
she escaped through her lies into the bitter night.
Delicacy stained her cursed hands
as she flew through the past, carefully making plans
To find the one place that she could call home
Where forever her heart and her soul would roam
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Fool's Gold
we're fine
we're good
we're everything we're supposed to be.
but i'm tired.
i'm empty.
it's not a matter of letting go
i don't have the strength to push you away
when you're supposed to be in love
and then you're not
what else can you say?
i'm not fooling anyone
well, i guess i'm fooling you
but how can you honestly say
that you're happy too?
is it true
that sometimes love just disappears,
fades away,
or are my tears
some trick of the light
or is the light the trick?
if i cast it just right
oh then you look so perfect
but not tonight
but it doesn't matter
it just might
pass.
i understand
flaws and faults and love despite
but there's a point
and i just can't try anymore.
am i bored?
no, but i've forgotten
and the apple of my eye's gone rotten
and how did we even get here?
how can i hope the end is near?
and why fool myself,
think, "persevere"
when all it really is is fear.
just one simple decision
but i have not the words, the tact, the precision
and i hold destruction in my heart
a clumsy hammer
shaking hands
and as high tide washes the sands
of us
i wish for a new start
but you and i can't be apart
for what am i alone?
too much of me is lost to you
so when you lose
then i lose too
but i'm a fool if i believe
we're fine
we're good
we're everything we're supposed to be.
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Sometimes when I look into the sky at night,
and the stars peek down at me from above,
and the moon blankets the dark world with its light
like nighttime angels spreading their white, glowing wings across the earth,
And when I look up to the heavens that look back down and
dance on the surface of the waters in my eyes,
slowly trickling down this face and back where it belongs...
And I dream of a wonderland
where peace and joy and love and laughter
echo in our hearts forever,
I see the spirits hidden in us
desperate to escape and fly.
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Hummingbirds
O! Who am I to speak of things like love?
My heart is just as empty as my head.
A bitter cynic undeserving of
Naïve romance on which I dared to tread.
A vacant cage sits, lonely, in my chest,
Nostalgic for me to again believe
The fairy tale; I was a dreamer dressed
In foolish dreams, my heart pinned on my sleeve.
I came to learn that if I gave my all,
Nothing was left for me to safely hide.
So when, inevitably, I did fall,
My hollow frame cracked and crumbled inside.
But who are you? So swift, I feel complete.
Feel in my cage, new hummingbirds’ wings beat.
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Piggy Bank
On a tall shelf sat my piggy bank,
I dreamed of filling it with gold
Waiting my turn to be the queen
of all the fairy tales they told
Inside this dreamer’s piggy bank
I let coins form a mountain:
A penny for each adolescent
wish thrown in a fountain
I didn’t hide my piggy bank
A foolish display for all to see
But I knew if I wanted to be rich
I needed you to be rich with me
And soon you owned my piggy bank
And you filled it, each night and day
with real gold, and, though I didn’t know,
promises of gold you couldn’t pay.
Yet still we shared my piggy bank
You showed me wealth I never knew
And though it was filled to the brim,
My heavy piggy bank, it flew
But my unsuspecting piggy bank
One night, to my surprise,
Was knocked off its place atop your shelf
Right before my desperate eyes
I watched as my poor piggy bank
Crashed helplessly to the floor
And burst out all our gold, our wealth
Which I could call “ours” no more
Quite empty was my piggy bank
And as you walked away
I knew that all the wealth we’d shared
was never meant to stay
But I held onto my piggy bank
That you could no longer fill
And where we had once shared hundred
Was left a single dollar bill
I had let you steal my piggy bank
Shamelessly gave it all to you
But I was wrong when I believed
That I had stolen yours too
Still, I won’t give up on my piggy bank
I had listened when they said:
“If I had never once been rich,
I’d rather have been dead.”
But for now I’ll save my piggy bank
out of reach of someone new
See, it’s cracked and worn and fragile
And I’m waiting for some glue.
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Nostalja
A friend of mine will help me maintain this blog and will occasionally post poems as well under the name of nostalja. So rize and nostalja have kollaborated haha
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