higgs - Hello Poetry

When she first moved in with the popular girl, She hoped they'd like her as well. But the visitors all ignore her, And her days are a lonely hell.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC

Wallflower

When she first moved in with the popular girl, She hoped they'd like her as well. But the visitors all ignore her, And her days are a lonely hell.

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Separate at first, They came together. Moving slowly In black and white Cool as ice... But then they began to run And now They bleed into one another. Yet, despite all that has happened (And the absence of pink), White still resists the smears Against orange. Until All becomes clear With the final revelation Of true colours.

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC

A Scene Of Many Hues

Separate at first, They came together. Moving slowly In black and white Cool as ice... But then they began to run And now They bleed into one another. Yet, despite all that has happened (And the absence of pink), White still resists the smears Against orange. Until All becomes clear With the final revelation Of true colours.

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Unseen personalities Who shared my younger days. Hated by my parents, Who hoped it was a phase. From first thing in the morning, Then after school, till late, My friends were always there for me At ninety five point eight.

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Oct 21, 2013

Oct 21, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC

Invisible Friends

Unseen personalities Who shared my younger days. Hated by my parents, Who hoped it was a phase. From first thing in the morning, Then after school, till late, My friends were always there for me At ninety five point eight.

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I was driving to work, Listening to the morning news. Not much happening, that Monday. September 10th, 2001. But then it was reported That over in Afghanistan A man had been assassinated. Ahmad Shah Massoud A resistance leader Fighting the Taliban. I didn't know who he was. I didn't know why he'd been killed. I didn't know what it meant. But Around the world Some people Important people Were getting very worried indeed. And then The following day Nineteen men Took their seats.

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Sep 8, 2013

Sep 8, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC

The First Victim

I was driving to work, Listening to the morning news. Not much happening, that Monday. September 10th, 2001. But then it was reported That over in Afghanistan A man had been assassinated. Ahmad Shah Massoud A resistance leader Fighting the Taliban. I didn't know who he was. I didn't know why he'd been killed. I didn't know what it meant. But Around the world Some people Important people Were getting very worried indeed. And then The following day Nineteen men Took their seats.

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The final checks have all been made Of equipment and supplies. But now the fateful time has come For saying our goodbyes. Your guides will help you reach the top, So listen to what they say, And always look out for others, That you meet along the way. As you set off on the first leg, I hope that all goes well, And I'll be waiting here for you, When teacher rings the bell.

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Sep 5, 2013

Sep 5, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC

Base Camp

The final checks have all been made Of equipment and supplies. But now the fateful time has come For saying our goodbyes. Your guides will help you reach the top, So listen to what they say, And always look out for others, That you meet along the way. As you set off on the first leg, I hope that all goes well, And I'll be waiting here for you, When teacher rings the bell.

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There's nothing wrong with enjoying a drink With your friends On a summer's day. But frankly, I think you've had enough. And now You're starting to make a fool of yourself. Falling down, Rolling around on the ground, And when you finally get up You haven't got a clue where you're going. I was about to suggest That you should go home. But on second thoughts I think it might be safer If you sobered up first Or you might end up Permanently Legless.

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC

Drunk and Disorderly

There's nothing wrong with enjoying a drink With your friends On a summer's day. But frankly, I think you've had enough. And now You're starting to make a fool of yourself. Falling down, Rolling around on the ground, And when you finally get up You haven't got a clue where you're going. I was about to suggest That you should go home. But on second thoughts I think it might be safer If you sobered up first Or you might end up Permanently Legless.

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Another city Another state. Wherever she goes It's always the same. People think that she's really cute But they feel sorry for her, All on her own, And so they try to fix her up. They think they're doing her a favour But they're not. So here she is again. How many more times Does she have to endure this? From the moment she saw this one She knew they wouldn't hit it off. It's no use pretending If the chemistry isn't there What's she supposed to do? But that won't stop The tongues from wagging... "What is her problem? Is she playing hard to get? Is she fussy? Or could she be..." No. It's none of those things. And one day People will finally understand Why she wasn't interested In any of them They just weren't her type.

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Aug 15, 2013

Aug 15, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC

Blind Date

Another city Another state. Wherever she goes It's always the same. People think that she's really cute But they feel sorry for her, All on her own, And so they try to fix her up. They think they're doing her a favour But they're not. So here she is again. How many more times Does she have to endure this? From the moment she saw this one She knew they wouldn't hit it off. It's no use pretending If the chemistry isn't there What's she supposed to do? But that won't stop The tongues from wagging... "What is her problem? Is she playing hard to get? Is she fussy? Or could she be..." No. It's none of those things. And one day People will finally understand Why she wasn't interested In any of them They just weren't her type.

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Nothing prepares you For the loss of freedom. Months Or even years With no appeal. And it's true what they say That first night Feels like hell inside. Separated from the rest of the world By barbed wire. Be careful what you do Be careful what you say Each sentence Seems impossible at first And even though You learn to adjust It's still humiliating. All that keeps you going Through the days of pain And the nights of despair Is dreaming of that wonderful moment When you can finally smile again With straight teeth.

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Aug 4, 2013

Aug 4, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC

Behind Barbed Wire

Nothing prepares you For the loss of freedom. Months Or even years With no appeal. And it's true what they say That first night Feels like hell inside. Separated from the rest of the world By barbed wire. Be careful what you do Be careful what you say Each sentence Seems impossible at first And even though You learn to adjust It's still humiliating. All that keeps you going Through the days of pain And the nights of despair Is dreaming of that wonderful moment When you can finally smile again With straight teeth.

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It saddens me to think How desperate you feel right now. You can't see a future And nobody seems to understand. Well I know you don't want to hear this But I'm begging you PLEASE GIVE LIFE A CHANCE. Because, trust me, Things are going to get better And I can't let you throw it all away And miss the wonderful times that lie ahead. But why should you listen to me? After all, Who the hell am I? A concerned friend, With lots to say But no time to listen? A well-meaning do-gooder, With plenty of platitudes But no real answers? No. I'm somebody who knows Exactly what you're going through And I am counting on you To step back from the brink For I am your future self.

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC

DON'T

It saddens me to think How desperate you feel right now. You can't see a future And nobody seems to understand. Well I know you don't want to hear this But I'm begging you PLEASE GIVE LIFE A CHANCE. Because, trust me, Things are going to get better And I can't let you throw it all away And miss the wonderful times that lie ahead. But why should you listen to me? After all, Who the hell am I? A concerned friend, With lots to say But no time to listen? A well-meaning do-gooder, With plenty of platitudes But no real answers? No. I'm somebody who knows Exactly what you're going through And I am counting on you To step back from the brink For I am your future self.

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It's a tragic story. Once, They were so close But now They couldn't be more distant. I suppose they were destined to meet up Kept bumping into each other (So many bars in such a small place) These days, It wouldn't be a problem But, back then, It was complicated. So, Sadly, They went their separate ways. But what's so strange Is that they're still apart. Why don't they get back together? Too late now. What's done is done. So there they sit, Pining for each other. Getting depressed, But never making a scene, Just minding their Ps and Qs.

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Jul 12, 2013

Jul 12, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC

Love Letters

It's a tragic story. Once, They were so close But now They couldn't be more distant. I suppose they were destined to meet up Kept bumping into each other (So many bars in such a small place) These days, It wouldn't be a problem But, back then, It was complicated. So, Sadly, They went their separate ways. But what's so strange Is that they're still apart. Why don't they get back together? Too late now. What's done is done. So there they sit, Pining for each other. Getting depressed, But never making a scene, Just minding their Ps and Qs.

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