Elliott Gilbert Poems

People can never look at the good.
Sometimes it is easier to look at the bad.
In everyone’s eyes we are all different and we forget about the same.
Separating each other is our own sick game.
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why does love have to be this way
why cant we all just be together and float away
away from this world we call home
into a place of no sorrow and no regret
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did I wait to long
I told you the truth
but it was so long afterwards
did I miss a chance
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It has been twenty years since I first saw light.
It has been twenty years since I first cried out.
It has been twenty years since took my first breath.
And it is every day in these twenty years I cheat death.
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I danced with the willow branch.
It accepted my thoughts and motions.
The branch did not say no to my query,
the branch did not protest my ideas.
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They say a war can change a man,
that war changes our way of life.
That war can bring only despair,
bring poverty pain and strife.
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It is the little things in life.
It is what never truly matters.
It is the dust in the corner.
It is the skip in the disk.
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It started in a small hall.
Besides you and I there was nothing at all.
On the make shift bed I laid my trap.
You claimed was yours but there I started to nap.
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Every story begins a little different
Every climax peaks with a separate inhibition
And every fall ends in the same exasperation.
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Life as we know is delicate
Something that can be lost
But sadly never can be found
And that’s why we bury you
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