tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90851583525265484642009-04-24T01:41:30.513-07:00Pauly's PoemsPaul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-70420197477555633112009-04-24T01:41:00.000-07:002009-04-24T01:41:30.521-07:0030 years old today30 years old today<br />I don't feel too bold this way<br />While I'm trying to reconnect<br />my mind has been so far swept<br />A lot like my intelect,to remember I would miss<br />but now, what do I know<br />I'm still only 30 years old<br />people may clear the way this time<br />noticing the change in me<br />everyone surrounding noticies<br />the difference about me magnifys their view<br />Now they know what I'm going to do<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7042019747755563311?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-1914540480991973702009-03-17T01:55:00.000-07:002009-03-17T02:17:09.950-07:00YouI love her and there is not a doubt in my mind<br />For most people I guess, love is hard to find<br />Growing in my heart, I tend to love you more<br />Missing your stance, your grace<br />especially your elegant embrace<br />It's too hard to figure out<br />Too hard by far<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-191454048099197370?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-33065404779124803892009-03-17T01:36:00.000-07:002009-03-17T01:51:06.057-07:00Is it love?I could never leave you and I still can't understand why<br />I should have left you there, without saying goodbye<br />Strange things that have happened<br />You would not comprehend<br />It still isn't over, I just wish you could understand<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3306540477912480389?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-66828838512722893112009-03-17T01:00:00.001-07:002009-03-17T01:23:12.843-07:00With You, So True To Me...I want to be with you and everything I said was true<br />They would like to say we were too young<br />Too young to know the difference between the two<br />We of course both felt misunderstood, by the indifference they assumed of us<br />Going away though, never felt that wrong before thinking I knew<br />I wanted you back, wanting to forget the past<br /><br />But by never seeing you again, it could be the worst thing that happened<br />Worried about where your at sometimes<br />I miss those blue eyes always happy to see me<br />and you were always so true to me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6682883851272289311?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-88098964362389731912009-02-25T22:21:00.000-08:002009-03-17T01:30:21.019-07:00Lie HereI've been surprised before but nothing like this.<br />Previous engagements turn up and my heart sinks.<br />I would like to act as if nothing has happened.<br />Sooner than later, I must confront whats in front of me.<br />Why I feel this way, is beyond what I think.<br />What do I want? What do I miss?<br />Today changes, along with my life.<br />The sharpest knife cut straight through my mind.<br />I lie here bleeding, with no one to care or to explain why?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8809896436238973191?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-82284153767533460282009-02-21T14:54:00.000-08:002009-02-20T16:14:14.658-08:00Why? I may not ever know...I'm here now but for how long? I'll never know, till it's all gone. What I see or I might wish. This may never be what I really want. What I'm here for, I might not ever know...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8228415376753346028?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-76455430900490596022009-02-20T11:03:00.000-08:002009-02-20T12:55:38.132-08:00The Time May Be Different, Just Not This TimeI cannot be what you want me to be<br />Back then I was a child<br />Now I've seen and tried different things<br />I've turned out a bit mild<br />I wish I could remind you, of how I once was<br />But those times have passed through<br />Changing the way you may perceive me may be difficult<br />But I'll always continue in my own way<br />I will try to persuade you, every single day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7645543090049059602?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-75670202793041857042009-01-11T10:52:00.000-08:002009-02-20T11:24:06.741-08:00StagnantWhat happened to me was extra ordinary? Accompanied by expectations and worry.<br />Nothing I'm not used to.<br />but nothing unusual about the request either.<br />How do I begin? Should I even start and open a continuous strain of pain and suffering?<br />I'm not sure I'm ready for such a commitment.<br />Here I go again knowing what is wrong and what is right<br />missing what used to be, someday I will see.<br />stagnant again I become...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7567020279304185704?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-73049616051436147362008-12-14T01:40:00.000-08:002008-12-14T01:54:35.303-08:00CautiousI've noticed before...<br />but I guess usually I don't care, you said I was the only one who ever noticed.<br />How you tend to hide yourself, behind your beautiful hair.<br />Then I realized, I knew you were different?<br />No one to compare, not a soul could be like you!<br />Your the one, even though I don't deserve it.<br />My soul continues on a different path than yours<br />On my own I will get this back<br />By myself I will finally get what I need<br />My lack of substance, I stand but want to sit<br />Cautiously, I take on the road to my death, weary of my life and uncertain<br />of my destiny.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7304961605143614736?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-47756856170977017442008-12-05T01:22:00.000-08:002008-12-05T01:49:41.733-08:00JustryingSo cold towards others.<br />Then wonder why I'm so alone?<br />Justrying to get along,<br />without much success.<br />Bitterness can equal loneliness.<br />Although I cannot stop, money seems to rule<br />I try to forget ,or even retreat.<br />Undoubtedly, money rises again, just above.<br />Although it will not end, and I will never suffice.<br />In my mind I'll try to stay. Unknowing,disbelieving,<br />absent minded and eluded in basic denial.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4775685617097701744?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-17073875336862170362008-11-18T17:29:00.000-08:002008-11-18T17:39:41.346-08:00Looking down at you, past the brim of my hat<br />shadowing myself, hiding who I really am<br />embarrassed by who I've become<br />and who you might think this time<br />I should have became<br />So I walk away as if I don't care<br />But I know it's not true<br />I try not to care<br />I finally realize one thing...<br />I can't hide my shame behind a hat<br />I feel less of a person for doing just that<br /><br />And still I hide my myself<br />letting very little out<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-1707387533686217036?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-38476379780690178572008-11-18T13:55:00.000-08:002008-11-18T14:10:21.419-08:00Some PeoplePeople live amongst us without a heart.<br />They have no compassion, they don't care for no one else.<br />As you starve they eat in front of you.<br />As you thirst they drink without a second thought.<br />Every dollar every penny, if borrowed you always owe.<br />For they will never, ever let it go.<br />As they hold it proudly over your head.<br />Laughing hysterically at your loss.<br />Thinking of themselves and not a person else.<br />They will die alone with their riches and wealth.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3847637978069017857?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-56997913182839806492008-11-12T07:33:00.000-08:002008-11-12T08:06:17.833-08:00Love AgainEven when your near me<br />I still long for your presence<br />In the slightest breeze<br />I want to smell your essence<br />I don't need to say please<br />because you always know whats best for me<br />I can still feel your touch<br />even though it's sometimes too much<br />Love has done it again<br />the feelings are all on the inside<br />Trapped deep within me<br />just waiting for me to release them<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5699791318283980649?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-48600584534373753662008-10-28T14:38:00.000-07:002008-10-28T14:52:05.342-07:00Tuesday afternoonI don't want to live anymore<br />I would rather just lie here<br />half on and half off my bed<br />No willingness to strive<br />It seems there is no one there to help<br />Don't feel like moving<br />I don't feel much...<br />But then I got up<br />my blood started pumping<br />rage filling me inside<br />I'm about to erupt<br />I feel like imploding!<br /><br />But I realize there is still nothing I can do.<br />Except give in...<br /><br />or give up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4860058453437375366?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-61872947643327000722008-10-17T00:10:00.000-07:002009-02-20T12:01:58.396-08:00This happens too often?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg8OG5N9mI/AAAAAAAAC4M/m56AmJkpYNw/s1600-h/sharp+edges+sign.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg8OG5N9mI/AAAAAAAAC4M/m56AmJkpYNw/s400/sharp+edges+sign.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258018778021492322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Backing out,lies,talk,manufactured.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Done deal,believe what you hear is true.<br />Don't tell me if it's not real,<br />significant lives are always lost.<br />No problem to us,don't care if you live or die.<br />Little masses of nothing,compared to my large mass of consumption.<br />They feed upon the poor of me,<br />then they try to lie next to me.<br />When to rise amongst the rich we are against.<br />We fail within the others ,only then to obey again. As we tried so hard not to suffer. Try so hard, not to suffer within...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg7OhxfCZI/AAAAAAAAC4E/sVMwdC9eOus/s1600-h/awesome+hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg7OhxfCZI/AAAAAAAAC4E/sVMwdC9eOus/s400/awesome+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258017685725186450" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6187294764332700072?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-37238609665176613062008-09-21T02:37:00.000-07:002008-09-21T02:52:32.533-07:00Have you ever witnessed something this intense?<br />The government manipulates us, and we have no defense.<br />Someday we will defend our original right's.<br />Get back what is ours and set thing's straight.<br />Things will be the way they should have been all along.<br />Not like the way they tell us now, it could actually be good?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3723860966517661306?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-84060373585953307292008-09-19T04:02:00.003-07:002008-09-19T05:09:58.767-07:00HappinessThe universe is so vast,<br />so huge and infinite.<br />So why do I feel so alone,<br />even when your near?<br />Believe me I would try to convince you.<br />Do everything I could, just to end it.<br />Instead I lie here in bed.<br />What might be worse, is I'm used to it?<br />With these dead feelings I continue to write,<br />in hopes of possibly shaking it.<br />But if its not going to happen soon...<br />Happiness?<br />I'll just fake it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8406037358595330729?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-26504210099193455662008-09-19T04:02:00.002-07:002008-09-19T04:46:54.081-07:00Left here, to feel.Eyes are burning, it's mid afternoon.<br />I'm so tired and lonely.<br />My mind tries to keep up, by racing.<br />I'm not sure where to look,<br />or even where to start?<br />Staring into a corner,<br />the only thing left thats real.<br />It hasn't changed.<br />Yet I continue to breath.<br />I continue to feel.<br />I was a part of something?<br />I'll never heal...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2650421009919345566?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-27876278948097556832008-09-19T04:02:00.001-07:002008-09-19T04:34:30.740-07:00How are you?Sensitive to the touch,<br />acquiring acute smells.<br />Seeing the horizon,<br />smelling the morning air.<br /><br />People are so elusive.<br />Everyone is scared.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2787627894809755683?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-66098483187316225932008-09-19T04:02:00.000-07:002008-09-19T04:16:03.166-07:00Too much or lack there ofBreaks from a reality,<br />massive amounts of nothing!<br />Soaking up days and lives, or lack there of.<br />There must be something more for them and me?<br />Yet nothing ever does, and nothing probably won't.<br />Be within me, or I'll be without.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6609848318731622593?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-83553438751855665222008-09-05T06:46:00.000-07:002008-09-05T07:02:13.414-07:00I deserve so much<br />But receive very little<br />No respect or thanks<br />For the hard work when I've slaved<br />No pat ya on the back<br />Or even shake my hand<br />Just a lonely hard worker<br />Not much in demand<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8355343875185566522?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-45145335231863092702008-09-04T19:00:00.000-07:002008-09-04T19:21:43.301-07:00Not very clearKind of exciting the feeling I get<br />Not ever knowing where I'll end up<br />Taking chances unexpectedly<br />Never knowing where I'm going to be<br />Too many options<br />They're all not very clear<br />Where 'am I going to end up<br />I'll never see or hear<br />Figuring it out your supposed to feel some what achieved<br />But that really doesn't happen with me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4514533523186309270?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-70606407581079603392008-08-13T00:21:00.000-07:002008-08-13T00:26:52.205-07:00Look at what I have started, yet I cannot finish.<br /><br />The feeling of longing, I cannot diminish.<br /><br />What is wrong with me, I cannot explain?<br /><br />That feeling inside me is gone and washed away.<br /><br />Never mind that, I forget what I have to be.<br /><br />Continue to be nothing, dwelling deep inside of me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7060640758107960339?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-70733700205278001402008-07-10T18:19:00.000-07:002009-02-20T11:52:22.367-08:00Better Off Withoutyou couldn't paint a better picture<br />to show me how you feel<br />by the look on your face<br />I can tell exactly what you are thinking<br />wanting to help me<br />wishing to be near me<br />but you should stay away from here<br />you don't know what your getting into<br />so I act the fool, yet you continue<br />you should get out<br />get away while you still can<br />your too good for this<br />actually I know, we both couldn't withstand the end<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7073370020527800140?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-50535772911538722112008-06-22T15:19:00.000-07:002008-06-22T15:31:08.542-07:00I've let myself go<br />I'm losing control<br />but nobody knows<br />and that's what I chose<br />I'm inside out<br />I'm all about<br />Don't have a mind<br />I'm so confined<br />I've already lost it<br />with one small thread of hope<br />just imagining what it could of been like<br />but knowing it's too late<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5053577291153872211?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com'/></div>Paul Closhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08210896087181165736paulyclos@gmail.com0