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Nov 2013 Shannon

Red ©

Nov 2013 Shannon

MS

Red ©

Red is the color of love

It's the roses
he gave you for your birthday.
It's the color your face turns
when he holds your hand.
It's the lipstick
you left on his cheek.

It's the red velvet cake
on your wedding day
and the bow
you put in your baby girl's hair.
It's the her first bicycle
and her first car.

Now, It's the roses
he buys her for her birthday.
It's the color her face turns
when he holds her hand.
It's the color your face turns
as the tears stream down your face
on your baby girl's wedding day.

It's her turn to be Red

Nov 2013 Shannon

A Letter to my Mother

Nov 2013 Shannon

Nicholle Justine

A Letter to my Mother

Dear Mom,
College is a blast.
I love it here!
I'm doing fine.
Mom, I'm okay.

Or at least I tell you I am
To avoid the proverbial
I told you so
That looms behind everything you say.
The reality is
I'm drowning on dry land
Just like you said I would
I am living up to the stereotype
of my depression and anxiety.

And you,
you were right.
You know me best.
You knew I couldn't do it
And I was so full of myself
I just wanted to prove you wrong.
Just once,
I wanted to swim
Or at least stay afloat.

Nov 2013 Shannon

Imperfections- 10 words

Nov 2013 Shannon

Kay

Imperfections- 10 words

I love imperfections
because they are what makes us
beautiful

*I really like the idea of these 10 word poems.

Oct 2013 Shannon

How To Steal A Heart

Oct 2013 Shannon

Matthew Nichols

How To Steal A Heart

It's a long story
How to steal a heart
Sometimes boring
And very hard to start

Sometimes tears may sneak into your eyes
Sometimes the chapters just seem to fly by
But this time I think you'll be in for a surprise
Because the story was never read to you right
This one has no twists, villains, or lies
Just the simple truth that I want you to be mine

Not just to have you in my possession
Or some whim of a lustful obsession
I want to steal your heart right from your chest
I'll take care of it and do my best
Because home is where the heart is so I'm told
So I will give you a home where we can grow old
Where you can be yourself and you'll never know a stranger
And all I have will be yours and you will never be in danger

We'll have windows to watch the rain
A fireplace to melt away pain
A bed of feathers to hold you tight
Through every beautiful starry night
But the best part of this home is something for you
Something to prove my words are true
Something that may seem quite new
I won't steal your heart without giving you mine too

Oct 2013 Shannon

Dreams

Oct 2013 Shannon

Fi

Dreams

Perhaps I do not help myself
by writing of you
and how you tore at the tendons
of my heart

But sometimes
it makes things seem a bit more real
even if it does hurt
and people tell me to forget him

But it is very difficult to forget someone
when they speak to you
in your dreams

Oct 2013 Shannon

i am not a poet

Oct 2013 Shannon

sarah

i am not a poet

i am not a poet.
poets are the sad ones awake at three a.m. mourning over the sad loss of their lover.
poets are the ones yearning to love, and to be loved the same.
poets are beautiful, dangerous and tragic. every word that they speak is a dagger in your side, the slow knife that cuts the deepest.
poets are the ones who realise the power of words, so they choose them carefully (they know they could be choosing their fate).
poets know that the absence of words is just as important as the presence.
poets are born, not crafted.
maybe i am a poet.