tele seal Poems

The oldest young men.
Men of iron. These iron men.
These young men in old souls, worn minds and bodies. Worn boots and wise faces.
So many tales. So many stories that we can only tell each other. If you only knew what we few know.
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What if,
it turns out,
you were the enemy, all along.
That all they taught you, everything they said was untrue.
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I like to sit and read Neruda while all around me there are battles raging
My heart hurts, My eyes become full, My chest tight
I read about love and love lost while simultaneously battles ensue
and men die,
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Well hello there. Its nice to meet you. 
I've known you all my life
you're my love. My other half and we've spoke often in my head
I asked you to wait for me and you listened and now here you are
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The bullet
It can sit it's whole existence in a magazine with other bullets
And it is nothing.
Just powder and metal
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She lies to herself daily. tells herself things will get better.
This is the way life's supposed to be. a life with no connection.
A love with no possibilities, no passion.
The once burning flame now beginning to smolder from fighting itself, searching for herself without seeing what is staring back at her in the mirror.
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You live and breath but you're not really here anymore
a fading reflection in the mirror barely self recognizable
No self,
the broken crystalline ends worn away create a new shape
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In the end, it's only your memory that remains.
I think its something we all inherently know
Its where our insatiable quest for fame and even notoriety stem from
deep down we realize that the only true after life is the memory we leave with others.
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I do not wish to die any more because you left me.
I wish to die because I always wish to die.
because I feel too intensely.
Because the feeling of loves greatness and of loves loss crush my heart equally.
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