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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 3

The man walked away and opened a book
starting on a spell with a most eager look.
“This spell will work, but you body will pay.
Listen to my warning, wise words I say.
You will have the power to not bare guilt
but in return a wall around your heart is built.
As long as you are not lost, your body should be fine,
but as the evil grows, your body will show the signs”

With a now new set of bloodshot eyes
Emma headed on her way, led by despise.
Stopping not even to rest her feet,
walking all day in the hot summers heat.
At home fathers planing such an elegant ball
for he now thinks Emma will marry Will in the Fall.
Little does he know what shes coming to do,
little does he know, that his life will soon be through.

As Emma reaches White Peak City
she constructs a plan with no real pity.
For this plan she needs a dress,
a dress that really will impress.
To show up at her ball, 
and make emotions stall
as she slowly lifts a knife
to take Prince Williams life.

She instructs a man to take her
by horse to her dress maker
to pick up off the shelf
a satin dress made by this elf.
She pulls up close to dusk,
air filled with city musk
and she send away her guide,
not even thanking for the ride.

As Emma walks up to the store
the Elvan woman opens the door.
“Everyone is looking for you,
we've heard of the big wedding anew.
But here you are looking sick with flu
and your skin is holding a dark red huge,
blood shot eyes and an evil stair
the thoughts you have, you must beware.”

With the Elvan knowledge of darkest magic
Emma told her about the journey so tragic,
and all the effects that came to be,
with only evil thoughts, its enough to see.
But she came so far, she wont back down
so Emma pressed on and picked out a gown.
One of dark green with blackened lace,
it looked rather evil with her dark red face.

Despite the elf's warning
she headed out the next morning.
Heading to the palace
to bid her deed of malice.
She walked with the most ferocious speed
and could feel the growth of the evil seed.
Emma went inside and went upstairs
powered by the force of 50 angry bears.