Adam Hollingsworth
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As I walk down this path,
I see the reflection
Of sky staring back
In radiance.
...
I leave the sorrows of life
In dust behind my heals,
Lost to a frenzy of strife,
Long, long ago.
...
Oh, ancient Greece,
How much you have filled my soul.
The aesthetics of your kind,
Are more than satisfied
...
Kitty grins and secret sins
Bottled plans and so hard again
One more hour, one more second
Just to know it will be fine
...
My thoughts haze to here and there
Even a schizophrenic has his days
Although life’s not fair,
But why must my thought leave and not stay?
...
You crawl forth, slithered,
The glare blinds the optics of our mind.
The acid king, hallucinations
Of grandeur, now you know you’re alive.
...
As the sun goes down
We whisper softly to each other
At the time of twilight
Is when we find it the hardest
...
The way you smile,
Leaves me breathless.
Your voice is a choir of angels,
Painted on a canvas,
...
What is time?
But a rotation of the planets,
A love gone to the wind,
Or a setting of the sun?
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The beauty of lies,
Between you’re eyes.
The song of drugs,
I find in you’re veins…
...
Most days I seek wisdom inside your heart
The heart of liars that cheat from the start
The roses never reach to them as we walk,
On into the night
...
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
All your crashes has left me little much
See through my sight as it bleeds open,
Knowing what is inside, leaves less to cope in
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It’s the cold way we walk
Down the street, to the world we know.
The useless, and the shallow,
It only goes to show, how we
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Dark clouds brittle in windy sighs
Fluttery clowns run in and hide
Your eyes radiate like the moonlight
Your face as gorgeous as a wild sigh
...
Inhale deeply, the ocean breeze
The set of dreams it will make
It’s the calmness, that makes us see
The breeze of the sea, which we all seek.
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Adam Hollingsworth Biography
I'm 19 and am in my first year of collage. I love reading, writing, and playing music. Poetry is one of my passions, the others would consist of writing storys, and writing songs. i love to sing for people when i play my guitar, and i know that music is the universal language that can soothe your enemies.)
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The Passage Of Time
As I walk down this path,
I see the reflection
Of sky staring back
In radiance.
The song of the birds,
The productivity
Of the squirrel.
…it raises a smile.
The laughter of children
At play,
The sonata of conversation
In nature.
I sit by the picture
Of life,
And I begin to ponder.
I ponder what was,
What is,
And
What will be.
I ask myself,
“What is time? ”
an illusion?
A tapestry?
A sacred
Text?
Or a work of
Art?
Or maybe time is a relationship,
The relationship we get
When aesthetic contemplation
Raises an image.
Would time exist
Without the planets
To dance?
The stars of a story?
And without the creature
Of bright light?
Then what?
…time would stop.
A passage through life,
A road through our mind,
A brief stop in time…
Time stopped when I held her.
When you slept by my side,
Time was non-existent.
I would admire you’re peaceful grace
As you held my hand.
The tears of beauty I cried,
While sleep made an angel of you.
The passage of time we held,
…it was ours
to control.
Time has continued,
Time is rolling.
Now she’s gone,
But sometimes I still
Paint our passage
In time.
Sometimes I wish to forget
All we had, and
All the purity you possessed
The nostalgia hurts,
Hurts like hell,
But to forget a story like that,
Would be a crime I couldn’t bear.
The path I follow,
Through my journals.
I find a different person
In each one.
The boy who cried
Over failed love
Has hardened
And turned to stone.
The friends he had,
They held his hand.
Gave him the world,
And bottled his tears
In times of dread.
And now they’re lost,
To the passage of time,
Only to be found
In journals written
By someone
I use to be.
Life is a crippling journey,
We look back
At the journey we had.
I wonder if they still
Think about me.
I wonder if they
Anticipate a call.
I wonder why I did
All these things
And lost a world
So beautiful.
I yelled, I screamed
Bloody murder
Across the lines
…I’m sorry,
I still love you,
But chance has struck my dry.
The past is a dangerous
Story to walk down,
I wonder
Will the future be,
As beautiful?
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