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WordsSometimes it only takes a few small words to fully express the enormous cluster of emotions that you are feeling.
Never Does a Day Go By.Never does a day go by,
when you don't cross my mind.
Everything about you running through my head.
No memory goes unnoticed in the daily barrage.
Never does a day go by,
when I don't remember our first conversation.
Quite a funny one that you initiated.
A late night on facebook was the start of something special
but those late nights are long gone, we haven't talked in awhile.
Never does a day go by,
when I don't remember the night I asked you out
our feelings were clear,
we both felt the same thing.
But that didn't stop our awkward exchange.
Never does a day go by,
when I don't remember our first kiss.
your soft and warm lips pressed upon mine.
Later to realize how embarrassing our intimate moment really was.
Never does a day go by,
when I don't think of you.
not even your small quirks are safe from my mind.
Your light blue eyes that I could stare into for hours.
the same eyes that penetrate my heart and soul.
Never does a day go by,
when all of those late nights don't flood my mind.
The Right FlowerLove is like a flower,
picked special from a meadow and cared for.
Once picked though,
the flower will begin to wither and wilt.
But you DO have time.
Time to trim it, beautify it, complement it.
How much time and compassion you put into that 'flower' determines how long it will last.
Even if it does die, do not fret!
Press it in the book of you memory; preserve it.
For that flower will be the foundation of all other flowers you continue to pick.
That book of flowers will teach you and remind you how to treat your flowers.
But one day, you will no longer need that book.
When that day comes you'll know,
you'll know you've picked a flower that will last a life time.
Falling StarsI step out the door,
and gaze upon the beauty that I stand before.
I see little white stars falling
outlined on the sky, which is now darkening.
Desolate and noiseless it becomes,
the falling star, by gravity, succumbs,
joining the aesthetic sea of white,
gleaming and reflecting the dimming light.
It's truly magical to see such a sight,
Falling stars, a beauty in the night.
I retreat into my dwelling,
an end to my outing.
But the memory will not soon fade,
for the image that was just conveyed,
will stay permanent in my mind,
while a picture in yours is being defined.
But it will not compare to the beauty of the original sight,
the beauty of stars falling in the night.
ColorsAround people I see colors,
Many different shades.
Each person has a color that they hold.
A unique story to be told
Your eyes and smile, so shyly kind.
Your attitude, temperate and soft.
So it's understandable that your hue,
is quite a lovely shade of blue.
Full of your self you are.
I bet you have left many scars.
I see that you are very, very mean.
No wonder the color around you is an ugly puke green.
You are so confident.
Your face inspires hope.
Your actions though; brazen and so bold.
Your color fits you, around you I see gold.
You are compassionate,
That I can easily see.
Not judging by the looks of ones head.
A truly caring person's color is the color red.
Why so depressed do you look?
Don't cast off the ones you love.
On the world you turn your back,
I feel so sad when I see the color black.
So colors are defining.
I see so many merge and change.
But when I see a person pure and genuinely bright,
the best color isn't a color, I love seeing white.
DareI dare you to be creative.
To express yourself in ways that only you can.
And in being creative, you can spark inspiration within others.
That inspiration can swell up and blossom inside them.
And from the blossomed inspiration, dreams are born.
Dreams, that can change the world.
So, in acceptance of this simple dare.
You may unknowingly inspire.
You may unknowingly plant dreams.
You may unknowingly change the world.
Are you up to it?
The WorldI can't believe it.
I don't understand.
How can you think that this awful man,
Is your entire world, let alone your friend?
Please tell me,
He is your world?
Since when does the world turn its back on you?
When does it leave you high and dry in your time of need?
When does it exploit and use you?
Cheat and abuse you?
Since when does the world build you up,
just to knock you down?
When does it make you feel special,
just to pull the rug from beneath your feet?
How can it make you feel so cold on the hottest day?
So alone around all your friends?
What? Oh, you mean to say,
that IS what the world is like?
Cruel? Unjust? Unfair?
Then, I guess you're right.
This awful man...
he is the world to you isn't he?
Slipped through the CracksWhen she is sad, I am sad.
When she's in pain, so am I.
But when she's happy, I'm dying.
And when she's laughing, I'm crying.
If only she knew, how I feel.
But she never will.
Because that guy is the lucky one
making her happy,
making her laugh,
making her smile.
And I'm just the guy who slipped through the cracks.
Why do you haunt me?Why does your memory haunt me so?
Causing me to relive that painful time.
That first moment when we weren't together.
It's like you taunt me at the best possible instances.
Bringing my "all time low" ever lower.
When my friends laugh and are having fun.
I am trying with all my might to hide my violent shutters,
and to steady my quivering lip as I can barely hold back the tears.
Why? Why do you want to cause me such pain?
I don't want to remember.
It's done and over.
Somehow I see you among a sea of faces.
I can pick out your voice in a babble of billions.
Your scent somehow appears and I can't rid my nose of it.
I know you aren't there but why does it seem like you are?
My friends don't realize the pain you put me through.
I'm used to wearing a mask.
But someday soon it's going to fall off.
Your memories will expose me for who I am.
Miserable, depressed, pathetic.
I thought I could leave past memories in the past.
But I was never really good at anything.
Why would I think I could
fallingi'm falling hard this time
like that's anything new
but this time...
i really don't mind
because i can see into your soul
and you can see into mine
It's Not Hate...It's Suffering..."Where did you learn to be so cruel ?"
"I learned it from you ..
You were supposed to love me, weren't you ?"
"No, you don't.
I've slipped and tripped and fallen hard,
did you ever bother to help me up ?
Did it even cross your mind to try ?"
"You've caught me crying, many times before.
Did you ever ask what was wrong ?
Did you care to know ?
'Suck it up', you'd say, 'and quit the drama.'
How cold do you have to be to freeze ?"
"Despite it all, I'd like to let you know one thing,
It's Not Hate...
Female SoldierBrittle with golden age.
Frail before a heart beats hatching.
Honed eye lids closed.
New with springs rush.
Toes before your heels.
Eye lashes flutter.
Lips the shade of peaches.
Succulent and ripe.
Wrapped within your skin.
Burrowed beneath your ribs.
Clutched gently by your diaphragm.
A heart dances in the rain.
love on the beachshe walks on the beach
A light breeze gives him a thrill
I am to her side
to overcome the cold
that comes with night
she takes me in her arms
I look at her face
she kisses me sensually
I take off her white dress
she unbuttons my pants
she lies down on the sand
we make love
This is one moment unforgettable
I love you
Kiss Me I'm A PirateThe smirk widened when he saw all the little candy children walking house to house for sugary treats. The thought that candy people ate candy- it was an act of cannibalism, but no matter. He wasn't interested in those kids though- his eyes where only for the little human bunny plopping down the streets with her candy basket and her trusty cat, Cake. He floated down to the ground next to Fionna the bunny.
"Hey there Fionna, nice costume ya' got there!" He grinned, circling around her with a gleam in his eye. She was gorgeous, no doubt- her voice was like a trickle of water going down a stream- she was like the sun shining in my eyes- technically id die but never mind that crap. Marshall Lee only got poetic when SHE was around- it drove him crazy when stupid Bubblebutt was in his way.
"Marsh, I thought you were going to be a vampire for Halloween! You said Halloween was to juvenile?" She tilted his head with a tiny pout. If only Marsh can get a little bit of that pout
Behind the Name The little girl sat on the too tall chair, contently swinging her legs as she doodled. The group of teachers near her murmured and glanced down at her every so often. The girl looked up and watched as a couple of boys run around the class room. She smiled, but didn't get up to join them, nor did she go over to the other girls who were giggling and gossiping. Flipping to a new page in her notebook, the girl began rapidly drawing another silly doodle. After a couple of minutes, a bell sounded and the extra teachers left the classroom. The day went by, filled with funny moments and enjoyable coloring activities. As the last assignment of the day, the 4th graders were given a blank sheet of paper and told to draw something they wanted. Slowly the teacher made her way around the room.
"What did you draw?" She asked each student.
Will you fight?Please tell me you'll fight this fight for me?
I need you to help me
I've realized now
I won't do this on my own
If you fall I'll fall with you
I'm that crazy bridge-jumping girl people should have warned you about
Now it's too late though
I reach out a hand
Asking you for this last favor
Will you help me up?
Will you keep on breathing with me?
Music is my Medicine
My music is your medicine
The only thing that keeps me sane
When someone takes the music away
I will fight all night and day to return my music
back to, "PLAY"
Sometimes you feel like dying
So I just sit there crying
But then I hear it ringing loud
And I continue drowning
I hear the sound of that voice that says: You are worthless!
I hear my music shout loud: It's not worth it!
I scream at you: This is not what you want to do!
All you seem to say is: Sorry.
But that's all you ever are, is Sorry,
Why are you doing this to yourself
It's not helping
Why would even think about dying
You're putting this on me too
We're in this together
Just the thought makes me shiver
Must this talk be happening,
Just hold up your glass
Here's to us.
Empty place in my soul
Is filling my mind
Gone, nothing left but
All of them,
That's all that's left.
The empty place
I have in my soul was
Once filled, filled with
Good times, Amazing
Times from this
I would do anything
Not to part company with
These amazing people
Who have captured
Who have made me
The person who I am
Today, the person
I call me.
Now, my soul is
Such a crazy word.
This empty place in my soul,
I want it filled, yet
I don't, I don't want to
Any of them.
They cannot be replaced.
Let me live!
My soul is crying,
Waiting for those amazing
People just to come back,
Take their rightful place
In my soul,
As my friends,
My soul cries,
Screaming as it cracks
Yet some more,
Knowing that I won't
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