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**** I Miss You!That pure innocent smile, / Your childish face and that side profile, / Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,

@piyush-gahlot35

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how do you know when (a human is too broken?),***how do you know when / (a human is too broken?)*** / <•>

@poetoftheway48

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July 4th Memories that LastAn early evening gust / broke the back of the day's blaze / Still 90 degrees at eight

@elizabeth-balise56

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LAST MONTH YOU MADE ME MARRY YOUI’m a child and not a bride, but / Last month you made me marry you. / You know it wasn’t love that made me say yes

@famousisaacs36

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Nan...It's been **nine** years now. **Nine** years since the angels took you away. **Nine** years since I stood at the home, looking at your peaceful face; eyes closed, a ghost of a smile gracing your lips. It doesn't seem that long. It seems like yesterday you were calling me your **little princess**; I'm still that little girl at heart. The one who believed she would grow up to be a beautiful elegant contessa. I don't have many memories of the times we shared as I was only young when you passed. In fact, sometimes I struggle to picture your **gorgeous**, smiling face telling me stories of your past of advice for when I grew into an elegant older woman just like you were then. / I was **only** 6... 6 years old and I had to go through the **pain** and heartache of having my nan **cruelly** taken away from me. I'll be 16 **next year**. I'll be having my prom **next year**. I will be leaving year 11, getting my GCSE results and starting A-levels **next year**. So much has happened in these 9 **short, short** years. There is so much more to come and you won't be here to share it with me. My **graduation** from university, my **first** career move, my **marriage**, my **children**... Your **great-grandchildren**. You won't be here for the **good** times, the **bad**...The **happy** and the **sad**... / There are certain qualities about you that I will **always** remember... Being made banana sandwiches **every** time we went round to your house! Having a Sunday roast with you and Granddad **every** single week! Your 60th birthday (I knocked Zack down and felt so chuffed!) The **last** birthday you ever spent with me... You made my birthday cake that year... If I remember correctly, it was a princess castle with all the Disney princesses stood around it! You told me I deserved a cake because I **was** a beautiful princess also.

@the-dreamer-teen4

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OpiaOpia. Noun. The ambiguous intensity of looking into someone's eyes, which can fell simultaneously invasive and vulnerable. / As you lie in my arms, watching the television, you don't notice that my undivided attention is focused on you. Something I've been dreaming of for weeks, and it's finally come true. Even better, from your angle, you can't see me staring into your eyes, so I don't feel the nervous compulsion to turn away. Whether directly or not, I could drink in your eyes with mine, for hours, and they would be among the best hours of my life. / Then there's the other hand, held tightly by trepidation. I love the prospect of your eyes staring into mine, but it's not without its fears. I'm afraid you'll see all the pain and fears that I've spent the past seven years working to overcome. I'm afraid you'll see all the insecurity and doubts I have about myself. I'm afraid you'll see all the words that I long to whisper in your ear, but can't, because I'm terrified of scaring you away. I'm afraid you won't like the fact that, behind these eyes lies only pictures and thoughts of you. But most of all, I'm afraid that, unlike me, who loves every detail, and lives for moments like these, you won't love the things you see. I long for the day when you stare happily into my eyes, but I'm frightened that you won't enjoy the secrets they reveal.

@andrew-switzer3

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atomsi’ve given up on days that begin in late afternoon, / skipped breakfast and lunch, / days that fade slowly and end with

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You're a MetaphorYou're a one night stand / But we spent too many nights / I lost count of it.

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My Girl’s Tall With Hard Long Eyesmy girl’s tall with hard long eyes / as she stands,with her long hard hands keeping / silence on her dress,good for sleeping

E. E. Cummings14

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TrigonometryYour love is algebra / I can't find the formula / If I could find the right calculator,

@ashley-somebody16

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LeavingPeople eventually leave / Previously, I used to grieve / Wonder how people just

@cloudlessnight13

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My New Year's Eve Prayer by Jeff BuckleyHere is the inimitable Jeff Buckley's poem, "My New Year's Eve Prayer," which he performed live at Sin-é in Manhattan, NYC, in 1996. / "You, my love, are allowed to forget / about the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents' house.

@cori-macnaughton46

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Michelangelo's David: the Artist's Perspective through the Male GazeAdmire the proportions, the features, the confidence. / These are supposed to define the ideal male. / These things have nothing to with my perception of ideal.

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DelayThe radiance of the star that leans on me / Was shining years ago. The light that now / Glitters up there my eyes may never see,

Elizabeth Jennings8

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red inkit’s so frustrating because i know you wanted to be with me, on those days you drove almost an hour each way to see me and you kissed me so often and held me so tight and always pulled me closer and i could feel your eyes on me when i wasn’t looking, and we spent day after day like this, just being together and pretending that time could stand still, but at the same time, i feel like it was all just something for you to do while you were home, even though you deny it. i remember starting to tear up one afternoon with my head on your chest while you slept, because i knew it was just a matter of time till this was just a memory. i can’t picture you actually missing me, i can’t imagine you actually wishing i hadn’t said i was done with grey and in between. i feel like i’m so insignificant to you. like you have no feelings, like you couldn’t care less, this is just life, people come and go. and i know that, i know this is just life, and that people come and go, but it hurts that it’d never cross your mind to ask me to stay, that i was fun while i lasted, that you never wanted to make me yours. i’ll fade soon. i want to matter more to you. you’re a thinker, i’m a feeler, you hate that i’m so black and white. but i’m selfish and i want 3am texts that you can’t stop thinking about me and that you need to see me again soon. but that’s not who you are. and it’s unfair of me to want you to feel that way when you don’t. and it’s really okay, because if i extended my hand to you and you took it, i don’t think we would’ve gotten very far anyway. i loved being so close to you, but i’m excited to hold someone’s hand who doesn’t want to let go, to kiss someone who wants to kiss me forever, to not be anticipating an inevitable end, to be able to trust someone fully with my heart, to have someone that wants to hold it. and i don’t need that, i don’t need someone, i don’t need anyone. but if one day it’s what’s meant to be, i’ll let it be. i don’t want to be careless with my heart again. i don’t know why things happen the way they do, and i don’t regret you for a second, and i still think the world of you, but i’m too emotional and i fall too deep to give that much of myself again to someone who never asked for any of it in the first place.

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Ode to Technology...You've brought us closer, / Then made us more distant. / Made us more aware,

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If I Didn't Have a Gay Best FriendWhen i was 13 I thought that gay and straight were things that other people were / People that weren't raised christian / People that didn't have dads

@kate-ravella67

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These spiritual window-shoppersThese spiritual window-shoppers, / who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking. / They handle a hundred items and put them down,

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Old Folks laughThey have spent their / content of simpering, / holding their lips this

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My beautiful fishermanYou are my wind / You are my sun / The blood in my veins

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Break-up and Guilt.I asked her to stay away, / I wanted her to leave. / I needed more space,

@piyush-gahlot33

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McDonaldsI broke up with McDonalds / On Valentine's day / People said she was no good for me

@daniel-james61

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My Little FriendMy little friend is now gone / My tragic life must go on; despite that / His evil eyes and his cheeky smile still burn in my mind

@english_jam_darling23

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