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Kiahlee23
15/F/Montana ~I love to write poetry, listen to music and get lost in my thoughts~
The sun began to set, leaving a canvas of brilliant colors across the sky. While the glittering glass above me reflected with a rippling effect cause by a soft whisper of the breeze. I lay there sinking slowly, like an autumn leaf drifting to the ground. Except I was not a leaf, neither would I reach the ground. The coldness enveloped me, numbing my limbs. Destroying my will to fight. My eyelids fluttered shut, as memories swept through my brain and untold secrets escaped. I was drifting into the unknown
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
Imagery
You don't know why I like you, So I wrote this poem just to tell you. I really like how u try, To make me smile when I cry, The way u talk about finding a happily ever after. I even love the sound of ur laughter. The way u smile, and make funny faces, All just to make me smile. You and your charming personality, Is the best part of my reality. I can't get u out of my head, I think about u before I go to bed. And I'm hoping I don't scare u away, Because I think u maybe the one...I pray. I don't see myself with anybody else but you. And I'm hoping you can be my Boo. So I wrote this poem so u can know, I want to be more than just a bro.
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Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
Reasons why I like you
I look up at his face while standing by his side my heart starts to race and my smile grows wide I wrap my hand in his and stand on my tip toes I wonder what this says I question if he knows To his kiss, my lips rise and one forms from two As I look him in the eyes I say "I'm in love with you"
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
First love
This is for you: -the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne, -the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t look like Picasso’s muse, -the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems, -the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him, -the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship, -the girl who is different from the others, -the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers, -the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild, -you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin. -you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse. -don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey. -you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones. -try to love yourself first, then someone else. -your future is not defined by your past. -you need to save yourself first. -run with them, darling, and never look back. This is for you, girls. You, no matter what, are good enough. You are lovable. You are strong. You are independent. You are different. You are rare. You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
a message to women
She smiles Like the sun kissed flowers Staring up at the sky On a field of never-ending blossoms in the summer’s light But don’t be fooled There’s a tempest brewing The cumulonimbus clouds murk over her inner world So deep into her immaculate soul it’s pursuing She loves Like the moon’s devotion To the vault of heaven On a glorious gloom But don’t be fooled Her darkness is the asphalt On the terra firma When the vale is most coruscating She exposes Her finest face Like an overawed beau on the first night Of ********** But don’t be fooled Her behemoth lies slightly waken In the depths of her muddled consciousness Like a war solider awaiting command She is two sides Of the same coin Tossing for heads or tails Don’t be fooled sa 13.09.18
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Don't Be Fooled
my hand grazed your bicep i was jostled, i landed in your chest i laughed as you joked suddenly feeling out of breath. you flashed that smile, threw up a peace sign i could see your face perfectly. butterflies playing bumper cars in my stomach god, the way you were looking at me. it lasted only a moment, felt like two or three but two hours later and i can’t stop thinking about it there’s no place i’d rather be than with you right now, i yearn to meet your eyes to talk for hours and kiss and laugh and never say goodbye. my head says “don’t catch feelings” but my heart says “why not?” you’re sensitive, smart, and funny and so freaking hot! i’m trying to stay away, i swear but it’s *so **** hard* because you walked into my life and blinded me by the perfection you are. -a.c.b
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
yesterday
i. not bad, i commented to myself as i watched you do your thing for the first time ever ; not bad was my way to say extraordinary still is today i have standards, you see and — well... they were met when i heard you say, "that's only half what i can do." let's get this straight: i was the best at what i do until you came around ; it's not like i'm mad though — quite the opposite  in fact. ii. here's something else: i have always liked the way your eyes shot daggers even when you were smiling ; a death stare, they named it and, you know, i won't call them wrong — i'm rather fluent with the concepts of death and staring myself, after all. ah, do you remember? when we spoke to each other — it was always a sparring of eyes rather than words. iii. a fact: you have been called cold more often than you have been called pleasant ; i know  — it's not like you'd disagree not like you'd be stupid enough to deny ; cold is a comfortable shadow to hide in, something people like us wear as a coat or a scarf from july to june. now, there's this saying that the addition of two negative objects turns them a positive result ; i'm not much of a scholar so, honey, what's on your mind? iv. i get it now, if i'm propellers you are wings — rather than a mirror, we're distorted reflects a thing evolution knows a great deal about ; this yearning is the aspect of you i'd wish to keep bottled up ; "what for?" you'd ask. no, yearning is not a thing i'm a stranger to ; i've yearned for many things including strength sleep serotonin and you — i've been struggling to make them mine, though perhaps because i'm never really trying. v. that's how you do it: you take what you want with clawed hands accomplish miracles with thunderous silence — an entity of cruel fairness, icy anger but — what you want is a complicated thing with definite shape to your eyes but blurry to those of others. okay, i'm neither believer nor seer but here's a little prediction : the day you are satisfied is the day hellmouth shuts down upon us all and half of me prays for it. vi. about extremes — some will say grey is a better shade and though i confess it does have its charms, it still has to paint me a picture more striking than a soul with adamentine purpose. see — i stare as you pass by, terrific in beauty beautiful in hardness and off — goes my heart, sanity, ego and shirt.
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
digressions on polarity
i. not bad, i commented to myself as i watched you do your thing for the first time ever ; not bad was my way to say extraordinary still is today i have standards, you see and — well... they were met when i heard you say, "that's only half what i can do." let's get this straight: i was the best at what i do until you came around ; it's not like i'm mad though — quite the opposite  in fact. ii. here's something else: i have always liked the way your eyes shot daggers even when you were smiling ; a death stare, they named it and, you know, i won't call them wrong — i'm rather fluent with the concepts of death and staring myself, after all. ah, do you remember? when we spoke to each other — it was always a sparring of eyes rather than words. iii. a fact: you have been called cold more often than you have been called pleasant ; i know  — it's not like you'd disagree not like you'd be stupid enough to deny ; cold is a comfortable shadow to hide in, something people like us wear as a coat or a scarf from july to june. now, there's this saying that the addition of two negative objects turns them a positive result ; i'm not much of a scholar so, honey, what's on your mind? iv. i get it now, if i'm propellers you are wings — rather than a mirror, we're distorted reflects a thing evolution knows a great deal about ; this yearning is the aspect of you i'd wish to keep bottled up ; "what for?" you'd ask. no, yearning is not a thing i'm a stranger to ; i've yearned for many things including strength sleep serotonin and you — i've been struggling to make them mine, though perhaps because i'm never really trying. v. that's how you do it: you take what you want with clawed hands accomplish miracles with thunderous silence — an entity of cruel fairness, icy anger but — what you want is a complicated thing with definite shape to your eyes but blurry to those of others. okay, i'm neither believer nor seer but here's a little prediction : the day you are satisfied is the day hellmouth shuts down upon us all and half of me prays for it. vi. about extremes — some will say grey is a better shade and though i confess it does have its charms, it still has to paint me a picture more striking than a soul with adamentine purpose. see — i stare as you pass by, terrific in beauty beautiful in hardness and off — goes my heart, sanity, ego and shirt.
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Look into my eyes. Don't tell me you are fine. I'd rather watch you break down and Cry Listen to you tell these ugly lies. Let your words Break into sobs And let me watch as your once red tears Turn clear. Please tell me why you Still do this to yourself. Don't tell me what I want to hear. Tell me why you break down. Tell me what you feel And the things you fear Tell me how you got stuck In this rut. Let me listen And don't think you're the burden On my shoulder. You should fear for youself More than you do me. You should be free From these mosnters in your head. But they keep dragging you down. You need someone But you keep running Until you're all out of breath. I'll try to help and try to understamd But you'll just keep runing until your death
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
TELL ME
Why is it, That whenever I think of you, I feel you're thinking of me too? Why is it, That when I feel like falling, You catch me before I can? Why is it, That when you look me in the eyes, I can tell that you're holding back? Why is it, That when your voice begins to rise, My heart just melts instead of matching it? Why is it, That when I am around you, I get butterflies that only I can feel? Why is it, That when your voice is spoken aloud, No one bothers to listen to it? Why is it, That you haven't found me yet? Am I just as lost as you in love's maze? Why is it, That I haven't taken one more step, Walking throughout the path you've shown me?
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Why is it?
with all this work around me i start to wonder when will i collapse? collapse from the sleepless nights from too much worrying collapse from the hours of homework that fill my days collapse from the procrastination i can't cure myself of collapse from the stress of all my commitments that haven't even started yet collapse from the expectations that nobody has set upon me but from the expectations that i put on myself. collapse from all the love and support from my family and friends because i never thought anyone could care this much about me. i want to scream and shout that this much love in my life is so hard to feel grateful towards when my thoughts are constantly turning and wondering when will i collapse? - a.g.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
when will i collapse