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 Simple things have always been able to thrill me.An unexpected box of Thin Mints,the sun streaming through clouds on a wide open field,a garlic press from someone who just wants to make my life a bit easier,and especially the smile of a baby who
today i feel quiet i feel small and helpless and afraid today i feel like hiding
Cold wet toes hug the sandpaper edge
Quiet like a Wall Silent like a Stone Dream like a Girl Act like a Lady   Dance like a Sin Fuck like a Nun Live like a Fun Die like a Sun Don’t walk, Run!  
Our heads may be in the clouds and our noses may be stuck in books. But that's the way we like it. 
Our heads may be in the clouds and our noses may be stuck in books. But that's the way we like it. 
What I love about a poem is that it's easily read, No more, no less  than what needs to be said.   Abstraction of language Each line a breath, Tasting sweet words
A poem is A puzzle to be put together Or a web to be unraveled.  A memory to be uncovered Or a thought to be deciphered. It may be aa simple as describing  a leaf  falling down,
Tulips, The color of sweetened cream. Delicate, like the whisper, Lulling you into dreams.    Burning crimson, Cutting through chilled air, Precise on a frozen branch,
What is pain Pain is a state of mind Pain is the after effects of a haunting The weight of a world watching you
To feel The love That eats The soul That loves Thy sweetness So!
I am a  baby I enter the world and open my beautiful eyes to see the light Cute as a baby, oh that’s me Smiles from bundles of joy   Poof! I am a kid
Without rules, Without restrictions, No need for a guide or a handbook, Life would be simple.   The birds would sing, A beautiful song, Wrapped in the comfort of their nests,
grass   shoeless tiptoes on summer days on top of sharpened blades water running down plummeting down to the alive ground  
I love you Three simple words That’s all they really are, just words Anyone can write them down I love you. I love you. I love you. See? I did it, but did I mean it?  
Love is odd, anyone can experience it, anyone can want it, anyone can find it.   Love is odd, Many will find it, few will not experience it, some will avoid it.  
Nothing is truly simple But people seem to like simplicity How can that be? Your heart pounds around 70 beats a minute Neurons are constantly firing in your brain
This morning the gray box's pattern of lights  is all wrong.   The small box is sick. Its head has bad things in it.   The strong metal can't help with 
Why strive for the greatest of things? They leave you when you die. Why not just be happy? Let the simple things be in greater supply. The warm sweet smile. The one small rose. The note that says I love you;
Procrastination can be such a beautiful thing. It takes form in numerous ways, Like listening to music or playing games. Focused on fun and running astray, From the things that are important day to day.
Love is wanting to be next to someone more than you want to be alive, but even more so, you want them to be happy.
simple things that make me happy: iced black coffee and dry cereal a rainbow made up of gel pens and fresh-from-the-dryer socks acoustic music and cherry coke slushies cranberry sauce and board games with my nephew
When I lose things  I really like  I don't like it  Really  
I smile When friends say my name When I'm feeling enlightened When people scream, "Same!" I smile When I listen to music Read a BuzzFeed story Or share a cool pic
Waking in the morning in a country that is free. Smiling in the mirror because you are blessed to be healthy. Looking up above to see a roof over your head,
Simplicity embarks my veins A voyage of bittersweet delicacy Entrapped in the fragile estate of a porcelain cup There I take a sip
i'm just a kid living in an ADULT world ruled not by people, but trees. as much power as humankind believes it has, our desires motives are enticed by money. ADULTS tell me to grow up and i'll understand one day,
Simply, be beautiful Perfect beginning from end. Doth it says, “He dies.”
My story is just a simple one. I live an average life. But through my days, I have a plan. To strive for what I can.   I am going out of state for college. I am told that they are only dreams.
  How do you know what can’t be lived withoutIf you lived life before attaining it?It is simple.You hadn’t been truly living at all.
I grew up in a world rife with uncertainty Afraid to lift my head up high, Afraid to contemplate a future where life was worth experiencing. At every corner there was a struggle,
laughter is the portal to joy, anywhere on earth so simple and inate by birth those who bring it, feel no pain those who denounce it cry in the rain          
It is a circle Upside-down and Backwards That's all you'll SEE   The circle of Life Has no Beginning or End unlike You and Me   I am only Me Upside-down and Backwards
All I need is to live without material things, being without is being empowered
You can not tell me I'm short, I'm just lacking in inches. It's rude to ask me if I showered, rather ask me what that stench is.
Simple wording complex idea Turning gears from what one hears Reality disillusioned Thoughts interrupted Just a thought in mind Lost unless spoken Still skewed when heard
Duration means nothing Being first means nothing Getting to the finish line does So short and sweet and so Simply put
I plant persuasion on your lips with every kiss, With every passionate touch my soul screams for your love. Pulling you closer, holding you tighter to test your response, Questioning whether you love me.
My greatest endeavor is your heart forever the love for you is no kind of pressure From the very fist date, I knew it was fate You, papi, are my forever soul mate.
Happiness is a choice Its the simpliest choice Happiness is taken pleasure from a strangers smile as you pass them Happiness is taking an adventure Happiness is making someone you love laugh
Home. 
Writing a poem about how everything is awesome   but my possum it ain't the truth.   Sometimes I think I should get my dreams and tossum  
rain drops dotted face
Roses are red violets are blue this poem isn't original it's not intended too   Violets are blue roses are red keep reading on but only in your head   roses are red
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Who am I? I am the seconds in between breaths where the thoughts creep in I am the smile in the sunshine with the windows down in my jeep
There are times when I feel worthless And others that I'm the queen There are days when I feel useless
Yep.  Broken. Scared. Hopeful? Tired. Alone. Curious. Sad. Hopeful. Sad.
As the population grows, Every human being becomes less important, Of less concern to the person next to them. One day we will have found a solution to running out of resources and created more,
I love you, Yet you're gone...
                           FREEDOM
Selfies are stupid, You can fight me if you think otherwise, When people take them in public, I look at them cross-eyed, What the fuck are you doing, Why filters exist, is another damn question,
Do you ever get that feeling? That no matter what  you do, you can never live up to the expectations? The expectations that are set by your parents or your friends or the society around you?
This world... full of fakes.                  Who is real?                                           Who is putting on a facade?
Money is such an issue So much so I may need a tissue As I try to make good grades and pass my classes I have to worry about the assets that I can grab at
Instant Gratification is ruing our nation, but this information is on a need to know basis.
There are so many great things to live for, When the leaves turn into the shades of fall, When sounds of the ocean sweeps on the shore, When one waits for an exciting phone call.
You know... Who wants to be flawless? Not Me Now, imagine a world of perfect people.... Life would be incredibly bland. We were born with flaws, can't you see? It's the little imperfections that give us a reason to stand.
Days filled with endless time to do an endless amount of things yet, somehow, we do the same things day in and day out. I like to live each day as I will only have until tomorrow
Hello Hello Are you there? Hello Hello Pleased to meet you! Hello Hello Is anybody there? Hello Hello Goodbye Goodbye
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I love how simply complex life is. I love how when I walk outside, I am engulfed by the presence of the Being greater than I. I love how I'm inundated by life itself as it rushes towards me in every which way.
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Hope,  the love of my life Blinding me, watching me Waiting for me to fall so it can pick me up Like a mother eagle taking her young  She can only have one Unlike the bird, She cannot and will not die
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak. But please listen, and don't ridicule me. Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season. The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
Fear keeps you upon your tipie toes,
I've tried to write long poems that will show up in SATs and other standardized tests but I can't Then I realized something I'm not meant to be complex I'm not a poet of code language
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
Simple beauty is hidden to those with cloudy eyes filled with visions of perfect ladies.
I've cried I cry So much that they have stained my skin I've spoken I scream Either way, you still haven't heard me  I've heard I listen And you keep saying the same thing
what is wrong, what is right?   who am i, who are you?   how do i know what i see is real, and how do i know that you are you?  
and if i could snap my fingers and clap my hands and nod my head and stomp my feet or say a word and make anything happen   I'd make a change  
 I define love for a purpose; as the passion of one heart for another in the hope of being loved in return.
Stop, drop, listen, see. Birds sing, sun shines so brightly.... Vivaciously free.
Grunts were communications in the beginning. Animals haven't changed their way of communicating through chirps, barks, meows and squeals. Their communications contain a musical quality.
would you look at me, losing myself in every way i lost my Defenses to the one i thought i loved i lost my Will during the battle i fought inside i lost my Strength in the Madness of my own mind
hush...be silent for the next minute or two... relax...it wont take long i promise all of the sadness will dissappeare soon  just be brave and get it done. rip off the bandaid
it is his moment i realise the true instabilliey of my inner subconcious. withdrawn from simple communication unable t contact anyone iscolated from the world washes of the thick coat of destractions
If I could change one little thing in this world, I would change my own heart.  To be truly unselfish, To care about others no matter what. After all, everything in this world
The calmness the placidity, the silence A place without defiance. A mist lingers in the air Giving something for the trees to wear. The sun starts shining Colors fill the air Pink, orange, and violet.
When your given a chance,  To show the world who you are, You better believe, You'll feel like a star, Just one chance, Thats all it takes, Make your life a little brighter,
the beauty of simplicity is an art in itself toes touching the dewy summer morning blades of grass
Taking my new heart, I'll have a fresh start
Misty morning on a dew dropped day;
the simplest things; pencil, paper, eraser.  why is it so hard to sit and write or to tell people how we feel?  there are simpler things to life.  we just make them hard to overcome. but why?
Dew
Dew Sparkling, Glittering Littering the ground Fallen stars from Heaven
  Today I saw him A homeless asking for food He just wants to eat      
I had a dream- that I woke up and everything was lovely.
Love is just a four letter word A four letter word that can mean a lot A word that can make you smile And also a word that can make you cry   It's just a simple word but a meaningful and powerful one
Blow Pop Smack Blow Pop Smack Chew Chew Sigh Chew Chew Blow Pop Smack Sigh.
Vroom Vroom No not room room Vroom Vroom It's music to a grease monkeys ears vroom vroom The best part is that you make up the rest vroom vroom  that can be anything  vroom vroom
Find yourself a simple peace, Calm your raging inner sea. Rain still falls deep in your heart, Let the drops wash away the lingering hurt. Let it all go before the rain turns to flood,
Some things are said, Some just thought, Some are read, Some I have sought. Some things are brown, Some can be blue. But everything comes crashing down... And I still love you.
Take a second to breathe, to listen. To hear the laughing and the whispering. I get it, we all do, it's old news. I'm gay, yes it's true. Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
I am nothing but a Hello. A starter of conversation. A catalyst of admiration. I have many ways of spreading. Whether it be a firm shake or a smile of accepting. Some may kiss when they greet
As we discover how complex our Universe is we  should remember how simple it once was
Sweet lost silly Puerile Poetry I make because I am so young and Pathetically infatuated 
I was lost in the details And the devil was there We spoke at length The small talk was fair
I don't know where the sky is is it above or in my head? I do know I'll follow it every moment 'til I'm dead
Red light from our sinking star fills the setting sky, must it be that every night the lovely sun must die?
Time passes fast I live slow Where time sprints I quietly go
i watch you the way a caged bird watches the sky and when i think of you i see those blue eyes (they are my sky) and they look into mine and, oh god, i'm pretty sure you can read me like a book because i've got my heart
  Thoughts flood the mind in ample quantities. They provide attention for the unknown. They give power to reason and to imagine. Thoughts give the power to form or understand.
Having a family is my life, keeping me from being alone. Having a family is a privilege, I’ll always know someone is there.
Sometimes I miss being a little kidWhen the problem was which crayon to chooseOr finding a marker without a lid.The biggest mistake’s result was a bruise,And boys just carried a bunch of cooties.
He wakes at five to brew the first pot of coffee, Fully aware that he will throw half of it out. Pungent sludge that oozes from the mug like molasses, Today-as every day.  
  How do I believe When there are so many things That prove to be wrong?
This morning happened centuries ago and there are still traces of Crest on my tongue. My irises are like coffee filters straining the paradoxical dream sequences created by my starved psyche.
He was intoxicating Fond of abandoning He left a sad little girl all alone Years go by He returns, but finds her grown She saw past his alibi He had stolen her life All of her time
Though I know you not, I’m compelled to write Of your beauty, and nature so tender Your smile radiates, And shine like moonlight.
My destination was not to your heart, but your mind. Can I trick you into believing your mine? Of course I can, This wouldn't be my first time.
Amidst all the try-hards and give-ups, Stand the happy middle of the two Who hasn't crashed and burned yet And who still hasn't made it through Who's looking inside that tight circle?
I wish I could rewind my mind Back to the time the words were aligned Waiting to come out, prepared to speak...
All my life - I've been trying to find Such a beautiful place, Like the one in my mind. Somewhere that no one else can trace. Now here I am Standing in front of it, Not giving a damn,
You promised a chance A moment to prove, To leave all out on the court There is nothing to lose. Yet alone here I sit Observing, lightheaded, voice sore, The encouragement failing
A man asked me, “Have you ever found love?” I said no, but I’d like to think I did once. This man asked me, “Would you have given him the world?” I said no, but he was the only man in the world who I could trust.
Bleed, pour, sacrifice Your body and your soul Fight back, or give in But you will never be whole.
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