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My Love For You

Because I love you... I want to take you in my arms and never let you g

Because I love you... I will put all of my trust into you

Because I love you... I will respect your feelings

Because I love you... I will never make you cry

Because I love you... I promise to always make you smile

Because I love you... I will always make you feel special

Because I love you... I will surprise you with special gifts

Because I love you... I will always put you first 

Because I love you... I will always be honest with you

Because I love you... I love myself for falling in love with you

Because I love you... I hope you feel the same way

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When you smiled and said

When you smiled and said you were fine

I saw behind your lie

I've known you for too long

I know when something's wrong

I regret that I left

That I didn't help

I hate that we went seperate ways

I know that if I had stayed

I could've kept you from that sinful grave

But now you're cold

And i'm all alone

I know how you feel

Everything suddenly becomes too real

Life showers it's hardest blows

As soon as one thing keeps you low

And it's hard to return to the happy person you were

Before

when you were sure

That you were going to make it

Sure that you'd stick around

No idea you'd arrive early to the ground

I'm sorry that I left you on your own

My heart is now a vacant home

reserved for you is the room I keep locked

Until I see you again

Know that I WILL NOT

Let the small things get the best of me

I will make something of myself for me and you

I will carry on

When nights are long

And days are bland

When my soul is blue

Cause I know someday I'll get to hold your hand again

I love you dearly friend.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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are you man enough?

Location

She's tired.
She had a long day and the only thing she longs for is to be in your arms.
To come home to a good man. A man who isn't afraid to be a man. Not afraid to run a hot bubble bath and maybe to even join her to make her laugh. A massage followed by a, simple conversation ain't never hurt nobody. Funny how your hands work. You some how able to massage the buttons on you play station controller.
You often wonder why things are still the same , but did you ever realize that you weren't man enough to change the game ?
Because doing all these things required work. It required you to use your limbs , your time and even your mind. Now she doesn't desire your presence all the time , pssh your not even the last , the first to cross her mind.
So many times she could have walked away. But she couldn't even conger up the words to convince you to stay.
She's tired.
Tired of the bull****
Trying to make excuses for you because you ain't s***.

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I AM

 

i am the define of unique imperfection in between

my tight fluffy hair symbolizes my natural sistah define

but yet my flaws may get in the way of how i feel my tiger stripes that surface my arms and hips

my thunder thighs and sweet black lips.

the outside can only give the first  impression but judging by looks and covers isn't all that fair

my quiet but yet timid attitude only make me only be seen

i am the opposite of unpretty flaws and all

oversized breast only symbolizes my woman power

almond taste textured skin brightens with my milk

widen smile that adjoins with the sun

i am one of a kind nothing like the others

sweet accent like the southern

plus sized never missed a meal deal

tempted kisses

sweet hips

flirty brown eyes

i am who i am

no-one at nothing can change or rethink wise

i am mikaveli the poet
 

This poem is about: 
Me

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physical and mental scarring

fading with age

brownign, blurring

suffering every day

but continues stirring 

mindlessly lingering

mythodically fingering

blades of a razor

and quaint gassoline flame.

robotic whistling 

through storm and through rain

smiling to somehow 

break free from the pain.

as her scars fade away

slowly, so does she.

but she keeps in mind

one day shell be free.

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I See Colors

Colors flow around me

They are bright and vibrant

I see:

Reds

Firetrucks, blood, roses

Blues

Water, bluebells, skies

Purples

Bruises, violets, sea urchins

Greens

Leaves, limes, frogs

Yellows

Sunsets, daffodils, canaries

Oranges

Tiger lilies, pumpkins, foxes

They are all so beautiful

In every possible way

They light up the world around me

But I will forever stay

Black and white

 

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Endless Pit

Falling in the hypnotizing trance of love
Is the stupidest thing you can ever do
Why do you think it is called "falling" in love?
Taking interest causes lack of balance,
Liking them causes you to trip
If you do not grip onto the edge quickly, you will fall
You will fall deeper and deeper into the illusion of "love" until you grab onto a rock
That rock can easily come loose...
 
Unrequited love sends you chest first 
Down onto the long spike at the "bottom"
If you refuse to attempt escape, 
The spike will pierce you more and more,
Day by day...
 
Remember, 
The more you fall, the more momentum
Plus, 
The deeper you fall, the harder to get out
 
You will be eternally trapped
If no one come to your rescue
 
If someone lowers down a rope, 
and encourages you
to climb the rescue device
Then, you may just end up in another endless pit
 
There is the microscopic chance that the spike will not pierce your heart
If you are both profoundly in love
But, if one of you were to lose your life...
The spike will pin you, worse than even, before
 
So just take my advice:
NEVER fall in love...

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Contradictions

Justice and mercy.
Consequences and grace.
Law and love.
Forgiveness and judgement.
Striving and surrender.
My interpretation is imperfect.

Balancing these juxtaposed attributes
I know not how.

Lord be my clarity.
Remove my pain and fear.
Remind me you are here

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.
Micah 6:8 NIV

This poem is about: 
Our world

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How fair is that?

What’s wrong with this image:
Teachers being graded on their students’ performances.
How is that fair?
A teacher teaches.
A student learns.
Each is a choice.
Sure, a teacher may teach poorly.
That doesn’t mean the student learns poorly.
I control my mind, my intellect, my CHOICE.
Don’t grade a teacher because a student is lazy.
That teacher is not lazy.
That teacher comes to school early, goes home late,
Stays in on weekends to grade tests, papers, homework.
Don’t tell me that teacher is “ineffective” because
ONE student is lazy.
How is that fair?
If that were the case,
Okay, Mr. Obama, you’re an ineffective president because
There are homeless on the street
There is no world peace
Children in Africa are starving, broken, dying
FIX IT, OBAMA, FIX IT.
But wait…President Obama didn’t decide for one man to
Default on his loans and lose everything.
President Obama is not the Ruler of the World.
President Obama cannot control African nations.
How is that fair?
I say…
If we’re not calling our President ineffective
Because he cannot change all the wrong in the world
Than how dare we call our educators “ineffective” because
Of one lazy, unwilling student.
Teachers teach.
Students learn.
Each is a choice.

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