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Day 3

We only met twice face to face.

 

But the third time we see, me see you

We embrace.

The vibes from our hugs throw subs like speechlessly flirting

Woah. Where, is this going?

 

Fingers locked as we walk?

Your hand on my waist, my hand on your waist

Your arm on my arm, your head on my shoulder

You rest on my chest, on this train, on our way home?

Like if my ‘in a relationship’ status didn’t exist

Oooooooh, I’m in trouble

 

I was too scared to start but now I’m too scared to let go

Uh oh.

We only met three times face to face

I don’t want to hurt you though

But it’s too late because even saying ‘no’ now

Would pinch you too much for me to bear

Quote unquote “hurting you is not an option”

I can’t cancel the reservation you made on my heart

Nothing can tear us apart

But we’re not even together…

Where, is this going?

 

Im such a jerk.

How could I have been such an asshole

I should have prevented you from pulling down your perogative to please me I’m sorry.

You recommend we keep distance

I don’t mind swimming in your friend zone

But it’s a kitty pool.

I’m a bit too big for that.

I don’t even want to swim with everyone else

Take me to your deep side

The part your lifeguards protect

Let me swim with your sharks

Show me your secrets

And if I cant handle it

Then let me die with a smile on YOUR face,

It’s the least I can do

After punching you with unanswered questions

I promised you Disneyland

And all you go were monkey bars.

 

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Mistakes

I made mistakes 

But those mistakes turned into intakes I act like the victim but I'm the villain thats insaneI keep wasting my time trying to figure why things go wrong But really I'm just trying to play a song Theres too much stuff that goes along I need to try to be in a book And get to bed But  i told you was the truth and in my head Except when i wanted to prove something that i wasn'tSomething that I'm not I will never be a player but i do crush a lot  Im trying everyday to prove I'm changing But all that is left Is the truth which is remaining I wish you could see what I'm going through Saying the truth which you believe is a lie that comes too Im trying to stop thats all I'm Doing but if you don't believe me Then whats the point of proving Im sorry for the intakes Im sorry for the outrage Im sorry for the insanity that i out madeIm sorry for everything that i said to you Running my mouth That wasn't fair to you Starting drama wasn't cool to do So I'm just trying to be fair to youI shouldn't have been running Running from my problems And running my mouth When i was running something that i knew nothing about That wasn't my intentionMy intention was good I just wanted the best which i never hadNow that i had itIm breaking down The war that has happened I was the hitler that started it now Im trying to fix this But somethings you cant fix The future can only tell what you undid    

This poem is about: 
Me

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At Least I'm Trying

 

What would I need to survive?

I already am surviving,

Or at least I’m trying.

 

I’m trying to survive in the world

A world that’s slowly being destroyed by those who inhabit it 

A world that’s filled with violence towards each other

A world filled with the fear of the unknown and what tomorrow could bring

 

I’m trying to survive in today’s society

A society where it’s hard to be women because I’m considered inferior

A society where it’s dangerous to be an African-American because I’m automatically seen as threat

A society where it’s hard to be a young African American female because I was stigmatized before I was even born

 

I’m trying to survive the school system

Where I can sit in a class for hours to memorize what I learn in a subject to then regurgitate it for a test

Where it’s okay to have students miss classes to take standardized tests that mean absolutely nothing

Where the mental health of a student is treated as less important than their grades

Because according to the schools now we’re all nothing more than a test score

 

So when I’m asked what I would need to survive

I can already say that I am

Because in order to survive everything that I feel is trying to bring me down and destroy me

I just have to be myself

And I always am

Which means that I’m always surviving

 

Or at least I’m trying.

 

 

 

 

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Imperfectly in love

Imperfectly living in a world where the ideal is far away of my reality. 

Anyway, I may say that my observer position have caught the perfect power of love

over the corner.

In a certain point, we have lie, hurt and take out the worst of us, but I know that

with all our imperfections, we love.

We are imperfect and live in a ocean where waves touch our nerves constantly, but

 I know by heart that although we are broken, with a heart in parts,

we only want the desire to

love and be loved. 

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within

through those almond eyes

he saw who she really was

the stars lined her skin

the moon filled her heart

honey tinged her hair

and the sea ran through her veins

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but very few saw her natural self

walls of diamond rose around her

quickly disguising her fears anxiety and depression

enveloping her and her emotions

nothing came in or out

keeping her safe

/

there was but one gate to her heart

fiercely guarded by a lone Pegasus

who was loyal to her and only her

but even he

with all his divinity

made mistakes

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but then as if by magic

or some higher power

he made his way to her

loving her unabashedly

until death

or kingdom come

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Deception

Soul of Darkness
Eyes don't lie
Heart filled with hurt
Mind filled with dirt
Lips always curled into a smile
Mouth filled with laughter
Dimples are always showing
She says she's happy
But her eyes tell a different story
She is a liar

This poem is about: 
Me
Guide that inspired this poem: 
5 Tips for Writing a Free Verse Poem
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 
Metaphor

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Brownie_Umbreon

7 years ago

This is a great poem that many people can relate to. I love it. Keep up the good work! :3

Mother Redeemer

Location

United States
37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W
See map: Google Maps

She can hear the prayers of our dreams,
when the universe is not what it seems
and we are falling apart at the seams,
simply floating down endless streams.

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Just One

One breathe

One shiver down my aching spine

One heart that yearns so deeply for a dream so far out of my reach

Doubt in the eyes all around me 

She's young, unrealistic

has no clue what the world has in store

A list going on for eons

The script at the begining of Star Wars

just slow enough to catch a phrase

just fast enough to be lost in translation

All I know is that there is not anything else I am meant to do

hot lights sizzling my skin, gentle as a feather floating from above

mic tape stuck to the whisps of my hair slick against my fingers

wireless mic giving me the feeling of being larger then life

Just one chance 

Just one break

Just one kid

dreaming of acting on the main stage

 healing people with an art mostly forgotten

changing someone's views and making them belive they are not alone

Theatre saved me 

It showed me that there is always someone who knows what you're feeling

who understands what you've gone through

who sees the pain and isn't scared away

One degree

One master's 

Endless auditions

Lifelong joy

I don't want to be one thing

I would try on the many suits of life

To be a doctor

A police officer

A mother

A guardian

An actor

unafraid of the world's judgment

Not wealthy

Not famous

But happy

the only way is for me to better myself

 to become the best person I can be 

so that I may pay homeage to the original

I want to heal people 

all I need is just one chance

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#YOWO

Twitter and instagram wont pay for my college so i need the #YOWO scholarship or ill be spending a lot of time on them when i am not in college. 

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AshleySmith20

12 years ago

I liked the simplicity.

The Journey

 What is this? A sound: faint and persistent. He listens, but does not hear. It beckons him. Many seasons have found him here; by himself, but not alone. He carefully approaches the noise with apprehension and caution weighing him down like shackles of iron. But no, he doesn't want this change! His solitude brings him solace and comfort. No, he doesn't need this change! He's better off this way. He turns and retreats back into the prison of his own making. The sound bids for him. Yearningly, seductively, alluringly, it calls for him, but he ignores it.

Why is he stubborn when he has the world to gain? Many have taken this journey; not all return triumphantly, but victory alights not upon the spiritless. If he stays in this bed of convenient contentment, how will he learn of his potential? He is meant for greatness, so why does he resist? He wishes for excellence, but must first break his chains asunder.

I console him, for I am that which he seeks. I am that which he claims to want, for which he grasps unconvincingly. I proclaim that he is wasting his life away in this tundra of monotony. He denies my claim, but knows its veracity in his heart. Is it too late for him? No. No, this is the change he desires! Why was he so slow to realize it? Without looking back, he comes to life as the sound grows louder. Will it frighten him? It doesn't matter, for I am there, reassuring and inspiring. The sound is nearer now, pulsing with melody and charm. Looking in the mirror of temporal reflection, his long-sustained wandering while the plush velour of life's journeys waited for him all along vexes him. What matters now is that he is at no longer afraid to dream.

He wants nothing more than to be with me. I am, nary a day have been not, his destiny.

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