HeyJaredPoetry by Tim Windisch
Original poems written and recited by Tim Windisch covering a range of topics including past experiences, current events, love, loss, and anything else worth writing poetry about.
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- 14
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- Sep 30, 2026
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- Jul 8, 2026
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That to me is fine (opens the original)
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That to me is fine Stretched beyond the limit, like a guitar string about tosnap Wearing a grin, trying to look relaxed and lay down a littledap I’m all good, not a care in the world; but I feel as if it’sall going to blow Lock me in a padded room, gather the white coats; it’s timefor the show Disasters like a well healed pet seem to follow me mosteverywhere Like I’ve a two foot toilet paper trail stuck to my shoe,see them stare Surely, I must be a little bit mad; maybe there’s salvationwaiting
Bring me a ray of sunshine (opens the original)
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Bring me a ray of sunshine Can’t seem to stand up tall Seems the more I try the harder I fall Sometimes I wonder why I don’t just quit But if I promise my life the guarantee is legit I cry and scream at the walls I pound my fist How many more days till I no longer exist The time has come for you to take the lead It’s the only way we’re ever going to succeed I’m begging you please to be everything you said Come vanquish the demons inside my head Bring a ray of sunshine and kiss hello Tell me agai
Dreams (opens the original)
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Dreams Days bled, nights dragged Felt dead, ever after lagged Never arriving at my door Words spoke, void of action Sick joke, still no satisfaction Always wanting something more Silence of gold, lies wrapped in tears Story’s old, alone I stand when it clears Vanished without a trace Pain stays, companion not of choice Memory plays, sound of your voice Dreams the only time I see your face Tim Windisch 9 16 2026
Not easy to take (opens the original)
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Not easy to take Hard to imagine, not easy to take Crushing being apart from you when I wake No words, no sound, nothing but silence Tears flood my memories, I abhor violence No one to kill, no screams or thrashing Just dreams of ago, constantly flashing Could’ve been, such a sickening thought Like an empty water bottle in a drought Holds the promise of great relief Empty like my arms brings me grief Hard to imagine, not easy to take The masterpiece you painted was a fake Pretty to look at, like
She waters the flowers (opens the original)
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She waters the flowers She waters the flowers I could watch her for hours Seems I’m perpetually under her powers She breathes out a loving sigh So many rainbows across my sky Tells me that forever I will be her guy I’m so high I can touch the moon Cause my woman makes my heart swoon In dreams we’re drifting into the sunset in a hot air balloon She waters the flowers I could hold her for hours Finally, together sharing the life that’s ours Tim Windisch 8 30 2026
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