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“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.” / — Edgar Allan Poe / / “Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn't.” / -Unknown / / Music isn't what I do. / It's who I am. / / “If you find yourself with a desire that no experience in this world can satisfy, then the most probable explanation is that you were made for another world.” / ― C.S. Lewis
We're just becoming adults.
We're on the cusp of the rest of our lives.
Only two more months before we can leave this town and never look back,
Or to make this town our own and rule it how we want.
We can be unstoppable, pursuing our greatest passions and never giving up.
Do what you've always wanted to do now; they will be great stories in the end.
Do them today or else a year from now you'll be wishing you did.
Never forget where you came from.
There will be hardships - Goliaths trying to knock us down - but we will rise stronger than ever.
We may lose touch down the road, but remember it wasn't by choice.
Life just got in the way - university, careers, family are in store for us and they aren't bad for coming between us.
We've had many good adventures together, and all adventures must come to an end sometime.
Remember that you will always be on my mind; I love you now and forever; I will be hoping that your childhood dreams came true.
The next chapter of our beautiful story starts now.
Our future is here.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
Lies.
All you said was lies.
Your promises for our future together.
How I was "the one".
Thank you for making me stronger.
That was the only good you did you did to me.
This is where I say goodbye to you, Mr Liar.
I'm finally moving on.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
I find myself looking for you...
It's such a bad habit.
My body misses your touch,
my mind hating this feeling.
Why did you have to leave?
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
My body - a cage.
My soul - a bird.
Its never forgotten how to fly.
It may be caged for now
but one day it will be free.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
And one day
I’ll cross the river
to my Father's land.
He'll come running to me
with a joyous smile
and a loving embrace.
He'll welcome me in
to the grandest party of them all.
One where there is no
hate or
tears or
pain.
Angels,
humans,
creature of air and water
the trees, the grass - all of nature
singing heavenly songs forever
to the One who created them all.
Walks in the garden
too splendorous for mortal eyes.
Talking with my Father
and finding the answers to
questions I never got answered
when I was alive on earth.
I’ll be finally home,
finally free to be me.
My heart will be full,
my body loved,
and my soul understood.
I can’t wait for that day.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
There are always many leaves on a tree,
and all fall off eventually,
traveling the lonely path to the ground.
The same could be made about people.
We all come from a tree -
a connecting ground,
a social gathering place.
But, sometimes,
life is cruel,
we can sense the winter storm
is coming,
and we fall off the tree,
traveling a lonely path to the ground.
Everybody feels like a leaf
sometime in their life.
Some feel it when they are young,
some feel it when they are older.
Some feel it over and over again.
But once we hit the ground,
we are joined by all the other leaves
who have traveled the lonely path.
We are never alone,
even though we feel like we are.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
A young princess stoops,
plucking a dandelion from the earth.
She smiles, twirling it between her fingers,
soon bringing the dandelion close to her lips.
Her message, she whispers to the tiny seeds.
Softly as can be she blows on the dandelion,
sending the cotton-white fluff
soaring into the cool breeze,
carrying her words, spreading her love
down on the citizens in her kingdom.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Walking through the halls
on the first day of school.
New faces everywhere I look.
I wonder, will one day,
one of them be important to me?
A new friend?
A new enemy?
A new shoulder to cry on?
Maybe even one of them could be
my next significant other.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
I hate this....
I feel so ignored
(and have been for a while)
by the one I love.
He says that he's not ignoring me
but I say different.
When we are alone, everything's perfect.
But with friends, nothing's the same.
Oh why do I have to be a wallflower,
hiding behind smiles,
looking like nothings wrong, when,
everything is.
I want him to acknowledge me,
to let me know I am still his
even though his is surrounded by all of his friends.
I'm glad summer's here.
Two whole months to forget about him
Two whole months to possibly find another love.
And if not, hopefully things will change between us
for the better when we reconnect.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
The night sky lights up in a colourful array of
blues, reds, yellows, greens.
Spectators ooo and aaah over the display.
Loud bangs makes the little children flinch and squeal in delight.
Making memories with friends and family on these warm nights.
Plenty of food in the coolers and the kitchen to share
Board games on the table and lawn games on the grass to play.
Fireflies twinkling and dancing on the front lawn at twilight.
Campfires red and orange flicker softly in the dark,
warming the coldest of feet those nights.
Stories are passed on from generation to generation,
and silly campfire tunes are sung and danced.
It's summer time; ice pops to be eaten,
laughs to be exclaimed, photos to be taken,
friendships to be formed, and all-nighters to be pulled.
It's summertime, yes, it's summertime.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC