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Best Poems Written by Tristan Hays

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Why Is the Sky Blue

The sky is only blue,
to that of a closed minded individual.
But why is it that they see the sky to be blue?
Is it from the reflection of the ocean
mixing with the atmospheric light?
Or is it all just lack of perspective.
Is it just that they have never really looked.
I sure don't remember them proving,
the sky to be a color.
The sky to be an object.
Now ask a soul with an open mind.
Why is the sky blue?
And they will reply..
The sky is not blue!
I have never looked outside my window
only to see a color, nothing more.
The sky is the open, never ending imagination.
The sky is the passion that lives inside.
The sky is the inspiration that makes anything possible.
The sky smells like buttercups and tastes like tulips.
And the sky is only there,
to never slow us down.
But what ever it is that the sky may be.
We know one thing for sure.
The sky is not, never has, and will never be blue.

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The Toe Tag Generation

Its the ninth day of April
and the sixth soldier dies.
We're the toe tag generation,
dropping like house flies.
Six in nine days
yet we're all heading home.
Bonds stronger than life,
we'll never again be alone.

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Wishing To Go Home

I wonder what it feels like
To live another life
One without the sickness
One without the pain
Yet i'm still stuck here
In the cold Alaskan wind
Where Florida awaits me
And maybe the pain will fade

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Wonder Woman

We would lay in bed
you'd be staring
music education
and love id be sharing
a midnight visit
a present so atomic
a smile, a kiss
and a wonder woman comic
passed out on the floor
you'd clean up my mess
vomit and bottles
yet you'd lay on my chest
who would have guessed
in this head full of mist
I would find a memory
so deeply missed

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Never Ending Nights

Ah my love
how these still Alaskan nights
feel as hollow as a dead oak
so still and so pure
as a reminder of the emptiness
and the haunting of those missed
the family left behind
and the dreams never conquered

ah my love
of all the things I would give
to have you by my side
yet only time slows us town
as time never passes
and we are stuck apart
until the sun one day rises
and never again sets

ah my love
its just me and my memories
praying for hope, warmth, compassion
but my love will not die
in this valley surrounded by mountains
for I know that when that day comes
we will be together
and all will be well

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Writing the Future

Take my hand and ride along
as I write you, this love song.
An endless day with endless passion,
you know this is your hearts own fashion.
To scream out loud with blissful joy,
this love I hold will not annoy.
Just marry me and you will see
the happy scribbles ill let you be.

Love is that of endless dream
with a most unconventional theme.
A story line to last forever
if the plot keeps us together.
But I am he who writes the tale
and I know my heart has yet to fail.
So with this pen ill erase the past
and rewrite present to make us last.

Like tulips on a warm spring day
you are just as sweet as words can say.
To wrap you up in sheets of gold
ill change it all for me to hold
your body tightly next to mine.
And on this day ill be just fine.
Ill close the book and take a seat
next to you, my works complete.

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When I Come Home

A week after our wedding
I had to say goodbye.
The hardest part of loving you
is the distance, but we try
to make the most of memories
and hope to make some more.
But all of that will have to wait
until I'm back from war.
I hope that you can understand
I fight to give you more,
so I know that you'll be happy
when I walk back through that door.
I'm sorry that I'm always gone
and never by your side.
But I pray that when you think of me
all you feel is pride.
And knowing when this war does end
we'll move into a house.
Then I can be the man you need
a best friend and a spouse.

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A Message From Beyond

I saw you late one afternoon
in a coffee shop you served.
I wanted just to talk to you
but didn't have the nerve.
It took me weeks to muster up
and ask you on a date.
But you said “yes” and then I knew
this relationship was fate.

What we had was something special,
what we had was something grand.
As we packed our bags and ran away
heading for the sand.
All we had was you and I,
and no one even knew.
The love we had, the heart we shared
until our time was through.

Now the lines have broken
and we have parted ways,
but we still stay in contact
counting down the days.
Until time permits the present
to bring us back once more.
To whisper things into your ears
and tell you mi amore

The accident was tragic,
and epic turn of fate.
A bright and blazing fire
and no chance for debate.
A life lived short, a life almost good,
a life still waits to send
one last kiss, but now its time
for this life to end.

Your the only one who noticed
when It cam time for me to die.
A heart so big and broken,
I hate to see you cry.
So sit up at that funeral
a smile on your face,
knowing that you'll see me someday
in a better place.

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Existentialism

Don't give up yet,
we'll travel through time
searching for answers to
fix the perfect crime.
The plan is set,
try not to drop the line
but it seems so hard
when I'm still drawing mine.
So take it back
and give me a sign,
tell me this is it
and we can let our bodies shine.

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Revenge Part 1

If you patiently watched the skylines
through these tough and trying times
you'll feel the thunder crash
and squint with lightning flash.
There you will see a story,
from way back in history.
So allow you mind to sail
through this girls most unfortunate tale.

Her name was Emma Lee
and at her wedding she would be.
Why shes still waiting? No one knows.
But the groom, he didn't show.
She stood there two whole weeks
until from her eye, a tear drop leaks.
As she turns to walk away
with not a single word to say.

As she steps out to the ledge
with nothing below, not even hedge.
She grabs her hair, the tangled mess
and looks down at her wedding dress.
Perfect white with satin lace,
at this time so out of place.
Pretty pearls and healed shoes,
she takes a step forward, nothing left to loose.

Falling downward, falling fast
she prays the pain, please don't last.
The pain in chest of broken heart,
of which now she is ready to depart.
When from the corner of her eye
she sees an angle in the sky.
He grabs her arm and sores up high,
on this day Emma Lee will not die.

She looks up at this wing-ed man
to focus her eyes as best she can.
To see blue eyes and golden hair,
giant wings and a chest so bare.
But Emma Lee sees a familiar sight.
The face of the angle in the nights moon light,
is that of the groom who didn't show.
How is this? She demands to know.

He sets her down in a meadow of grass,
“why did you do it?” the angle asks.
“I can't bare to live a life without you
and I can't understand why we are through.
You promised you would stay right by my side.
But now I can see, you don't want me as your bride.”
“Listen up Emma, I love you more than ever.
So please let me tell you, why we can not be together.”

The angle lifted up his hand
and with a swirl of glowing sand
a picture then appeared
to tell the story Emma feared.
As she wiped away the tears
and settled down her fears
she leaned in to learn the truth,
from this magic picture booth.

The picture showed her he was killed
by a man so anger filled
the morning he was heading
off to join his wedding.
But this man was her father
who thought that she should rather
marry young Prince William
and that is why he killed him.