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Some Poems from my fav. poet that I love.
A Lot In Common
You're beautiful...but strange...So am I.
You're smart...but still slow...So am I.
You're impatient...but fast...So am I.
You're tired...but still last...So do I.
You're hot...but still cold...So am I.
You're established...but not old...So am I.
You're waiting...but happy...So am I.
You're leaving...but staying...So am I.
You're amazing...but weird...So am I.
You're yourself...but still feared...So am I.
We both want to be...A forever seen star.
I have to say...a lot in common is what we are.
Empty Tank
Here I am again...tired from not sleeping...Sad from not loving.
I feel miserable again...here on this plane...Here on this earth.
I've done it again...I stayed out all night.
I feel it again...I dred this flight.
Why?
Because I'm sick...Sick of being owned...
I write because I'm sick...Sick of being known.
If I was normal...Would she like me the same?
If I was just a stock boy...Would she still enjoy my name?
I'd like to think she does and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should.
I'm gonna lean my head against this window...Close my eyes and go to sleep.
I'll wake up in the next town...With thoughts beyond deep.
The days will go by as I will just act.
As the days go by I can only look back...At the good times...the fun.
At the bad times...the fun.
I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her...I wonder if she waits to see me...I wonder if she waits?
I'd like to think she did and would...I believe in her and believe in me she should.
My heart is so curious...My mind is so blank...Without you I'm lost...
I am an empty tank
If They Remember
When they look out through the clouds
When they look out through the sky
Does a normal person look?
Is it normal people that cry?
When they look out through the night
When they look out through the stars
Does a normal person wonder?
About life behind bars?
When they look out through the ocean
When they look out through the sea
Does a normal person react?
Like I would if it were me?
When they think about Heaven
When they think about Hell
Does a normal person become scared?
Is it normal to sell?
These all deserve the question stamp
These all create an unpredictable ramp-----
There are so many other than me
So many differences that we all see.
But there are always opinions and there are always lies-----
So it's day by day until the body dies.
Who controls the soul, who leads the way?
Has it paid off?
Remembering to pray
Insideaway
Inside a bubble...that somebody blew...I am the wall that you see through.
Away from space...I'm trapped inside...There is no room...no room to hide.
Inside a star...that everybody sees...They see the sparkle but can't see me.
Away from land...I'm trapped inside...I'm sorry I did it...sorry I lied.
Inside a song...that nobodyhears...It's only me...wet from tears.
Away from grace...I'm trapped inside...I'm floating away to the other side.
Inside a world... that you created...I've left this world...myself has faded.
Away from love...I'm trapped inside...I'm held from holding...my body's died.
Inside my soul...that you reach through...I am the ghost that stays with you.
Away from them...I watch you sleep...I visit your dreams...in peace so deep.
Inside a bubble...that somebody blew...I am your angel...That somebody is you.
Hide away...Fly away...Insideaway.
Today or When
Today I woke up with a hurting heart, but it wasn't from medical problems. It was from a
forgotten love of my past that painfully reentered my dreams.
During these dreams, I felt as if I were reborn. I felt the feeling of love again without a worry in
the world. It was she who made me happy, it was she who opened my heart and committed
murder to all my pain. However, this murder wasn't total death. The pain came back and it came back to stay.
Now it's infected and peroxide doesn't even foam..........so maybe I'm not normal? I'll probably
never see her again in this life unless she continues to peacefully visit my dreams.
If she does, maybe one day I can stay, stay with her in another world, stay with her in another
time, stay with her by not waking up..........at least my heart will never hurt again!
Your Own Strange Eyes
Look into your own eyes...
Check into yourself.
Look into your own world...
Look without the help
Of people who try to change you...
Of people who try to hurt you.
The people that...try to make you.
Something you're not...
Something un-new.
Look into your own past...
Create the history
Of things you've done and things you're gonna do...
Of things you love and things you'll breakthrough.
The things that fit...
The descriptions of you
Are the things you need
To stand out in this zoo.
Look into......your mirror of lies.....
Look deep into.......
Your own strange eyes.
Myself In my Life
I look at the clouds during the day and see other worlds.
I soar through them much like I would a ghost.
Through me, I feel my mother
Expresses things she never got to.
In me...my mother is still alive. She is with me in every
match I wrestle, every day I live, every breath I breathe.
I owe my mother my life...her soul has it.
All poems collected from Jeffnerohardy.com and all origional writings of Jeff Hardy.