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Mac Holmes Poem
I wish life had a backspace key,
One that could only be found,
Inside of me,
So I can start to hit the button until,
I'm back to a fresh page of life,
And have had my fill,
I wish stress had a volume knob,
One that can suppress,
And stop my silent sobs,
So I can twist to a more silent serenity,
Live life on life's terms,
And be happy for the clocks infinity.
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I am letting you go, so go you are free
Free to learn that you were meant for me,
The pain and misery of our history,
Shall never flee from inside of me,
I deserve better than this,
You know I do,
But all I've ever wanted
Was what I deserve,
To come from you,
Dating is preparing,
Preparing to give all,
I gave you everything,
A mistake that led to our downfall,
I did it anyway,
Because I want you forever,
But you are my first relationship,
And I didn't know any better,
If only you knew exactly how I feel,
You would not be so upset,
That I need time for my heart to heal,
You've done me wrong so many times,
Which are comparable to murder,
But as relationship crimes,
I know we both never wanted this,
We sprinted off the start,
Racing towards infinite bliss,
Only to run out of breath,
And slowly move apart,
And lose eachother in innocent mist.
So when you come back,
You will be yourself once more,
Not who you are now,
But that innocent girl from before,
And since you have a tolerance to,
The greatest part of me given to you,
I will be come an even better man,
So when I learn how to give again,
I will be ready to take your hand...
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Here in my room,
I lay in my bed,
With every thought of you,
Intruding my head,
Like snapshots in my brain,
Of the last thing you said,
My gut is violated,
And I twitch with rage,
I cannot free myself,
From this anxiety ridden cage,
And in this chapter of our life,
It seems I can't turn the page,
This torture is much worse,
Since you have been away,
I am so scared,
That away is where you'll stay,
And no matter how hard I try,
I will have to lay here in my room,
Alone one more day.
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So there is this contest,
That I must..contest,
No matter the odds,
Even though I'm too
In between east and west,
It's to show love for the
Ocean,
And all it beholds,
For tides of crystal blue,
And monotonous folds,
But I have never seen
The ocean before,
And I can still say,
Besides that statement,
That I love it more,
See, in pictures and t.v.,
It seems so vast,
So amazingly beautiful,
But it's only a dream,
That one day I'll pass.
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To whom this may concern,
Which means this goes unread,
Unless one of sympathetic nature,
Takes to heart what is said,
And truth be told here today,
That this man's heart broke once again,
Yet both love and hate reside in him,
Against this hypocrite world we live in,
Why do we strive towards what we can't achieve?
Only maybe to be recognized after death,
Creating religions on the grounds of hope,
Still not knowing when we pass what's left,
Why can't we accept this, why must we grow?
Only to poison our air, sea, and land,
Slaughtering beauty in our lifetime,
Which is too short for our any 'good' man,
Why judge one another for any reason,
Being the epitome of you reap what you sow,
Inevitably lighting the fuse to treason,
Going off what a few big wigs know,
Who's to say they are in any way right?
Controlling our lives with a push of a button,
Only like us, to give in to the same white light,
And back to the beginning of life,
Nothing.
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Mac Holmes Poem
When we touch
I feel something happen
When we breathe
All the world is humbled
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart
When we flee
Darkness brings us release
All you need
You can find it in me
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart
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Mac Holmes Poem
I'm so in love with you,
Definitely head over heels,
I wish I could fall in love with you every day,
To keep experiencing how it feels,
How it feels to crawl into bed,
And fall asleep gently knowing,
That you are meant for me,
And we will be forever growing,
How it feels to wake up late at night,
So I can think about you some more,
Just to make sure my next dream of you,
Starts off like the one before,
It was me who first said I love you,
I was lost in your eyes,
You remember,
We both had stomachs’ full of butterflies,
I was shaking,
And I started to cry,
You said I love you back,
We both smiled and kissed,
I wish I could count every time I say I love you now,
But there's too many times to list,
Tonight is one of those nights,
Where I sit and get lost thinking about you,
No wonder my favorite number is two,
When it comes to me and you,
Dreams of walking with you along the coast,
With the sunset to our backs,
I have so much love to give,
And you deserve the most,
We've had our moments,
Our hard times,
But it all seems worth it now,
Because I have you baby,
And I'm done committing crimes,
Now I just write down my love for you,
And make sure it rhymes,
I love you baby.
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If these are just words,
Then I am just a human being,
But my mother told me different,
That I'm no ordinary "thing",
I'm a lovely young man now,
With an even better heart,
Sometimes with my outer appearance,
People just judge them to be apart,
So I say to you world,
That these aren't just words,
They are exchanges of extravagant,
Meaning,
And they need to be heard.
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This poem could have healed,
Could have done anything,
If it had been revealed,
This poem is lost,
Between two pages of an unknown book,
Maybe indefinetly tossed,
This poem is constricted, binded by society,
Yet freely sways like the tree it once was,
And its open minded artist bursting with variety,
This poem is me.
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Always sitting or laying,
Between these concrete walls,
Praying,
That god gives me something today,
Anything,
Just listen when I say,
That I feel so down,
So down it's pathetic,
Trying so hard to
Accept this for what it is,
Poetic,
So many emotions,
Feelings,
Thoughts intruding my head,
Somehow I went,
From feeling so alive,
To feeling so dead,
How can this be,
That I'm used to this,
Why does it feel so good,
To punch these walls with,
Bleeding fists.
I can't even cry now,
It's been so long since,
Looking up into the sun,
Closing my eyes behind this,
Fence,
I see freedom as an object,
Unable to obtain,
Marking down the days,
With the pencil,
I use to express my pain,
This pathetic poetry of mine,
My only escape from here,
But hope is needed so much,
But it's on thing I've come,
To fear,
Because it's only become,
Something of a let down,
Because freedom is,
Something,
That just never comes around.
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