mikailaaa - Hello Poetry

17 May 2014 Dear Sarah, Before I begin, I want you to know that this is not a farewell letter. This is for all the words left unsaid between us. This is for all those moments that are forever held in our memories. This is for treasuring the past and embracing the future. When I first met you in eighth grade, I knew that my life wouldn't just be going in one direction any longer. I recall complimenting you that you had this really cool and interesting accent. I had no idea where you were from until we began sitting next to each other on the bus. We would always complain about the heat and I always warned you that it would be worse. I think we all know who was right. But little did I know that those simple bus rides would lead into this beautiful friendship. I remember all the amazing times during those two years that we were able to spend together as if it was yesterday. Through all the drama, homework, tests and sleepless nights, nothing has ever come between our strong friendship. So I won't let 2,081.1 miles make any difference at all. Instead, I will still be here supporting your decisions in your future. You've definitely got a friend in me so do not hesitate to just call and I'll give my hand to you as you did for me. As I was falling deeper and deeper, a pair of hands reached out and pulled me back up. When I felt myself slipping away, it was your hands that held on even tighter. It is easy and simple to become friends, and it is difficult to remain friends; but it is the hardest to say goodbye to a friend. I am sorry, but I cannot do the hardest part. It is as if I am unable to press the stop button for my music until it is playing; you cannot say hello until you have said goodbye. The only reason I am saying goodbye to you is so that I can get the chance to say hello to you again. I may force my voice and tongue to say the word goodbye, but my heart will never truly mean it. Honestly, I can never say goodbye to someone as wonderful as you. The following is from an Broadway musical. "I've heard it said, that people come into our lives for a reason. Bringing something we must learn and we are lead to those who help us most to grow if we let them. And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you....It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime. So, let me say before we part so much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart, and now whatever way our stories end I know you'll have rewritten mine by being my friend." Everyone deserves the chance to fly and Virginia is your new sky. Please take it. You will never be leaving us because when I look at the future that we have ahead of us, there you will be.

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Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

Sarah's Farewell Letter

17 May 2014 Dear Sarah, Before I begin, I want you to know that this is not a farewell letter. This is for all the words left unsaid between us. This is for all those moments that are forever held in our memories. This is for treasuring the past and embracing the future. When I first met you in eighth grade, I knew that my life wouldn't just be going in one direction any longer. I recall complimenting you that you had this really cool and interesting accent. I had no idea where you were from until we began sitting next to each other on the bus. We would always complain about the heat and I always warned you that it would be worse. I think we all know who was right. But little did I know that those simple bus rides would lead into this beautiful friendship. I remember all the amazing times during those two years that we were able to spend together as if it was yesterday. Through all the drama, homework, tests and sleepless nights, nothing has ever come between our strong friendship. So I won't let 2,081.1 miles make any difference at all. Instead, I will still be here supporting your decisions in your future. You've definitely got a friend in me so do not hesitate to just call and I'll give my hand to you as you did for me. As I was falling deeper and deeper, a pair of hands reached out and pulled me back up. When I felt myself slipping away, it was your hands that held on even tighter. It is easy and simple to become friends, and it is difficult to remain friends; but it is the hardest to say goodbye to a friend. I am sorry, but I cannot do the hardest part. It is as if I am unable to press the stop button for my music until it is playing; you cannot say hello until you have said goodbye. The only reason I am saying goodbye to you is so that I can get the chance to say hello to you again. I may force my voice and tongue to say the word goodbye, but my heart will never truly mean it. Honestly, I can never say goodbye to someone as wonderful as you. The following is from an Broadway musical. "I've heard it said, that people come into our lives for a reason. Bringing something we must learn and we are lead to those who help us most to grow if we let them. And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you....It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime. So, let me say before we part so much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart, and now whatever way our stories end I know you'll have rewritten mine by being my friend." Everyone deserves the chance to fly and Virginia is your new sky. Please take it. You will never be leaving us because when I look at the future that we have ahead of us, there you will be.

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in games there is defeat and victory a victor and a failure but this is not a game people get hurt therefore it is a war in war there is nothing gained but much loss in games there is ridicule mockery and outrage but this is not a game people get hurt therefore it is a war in war there are no words only combat in games normality returns as if nothing has changed but this is not a game no one comes back the same therefore it is war where people are damaged deranged and brainwashed in games there is an end there is a light but this is not a game no one gets out alive therefore it is a war where everyone suffers and everyone dies eternally i enjoy games but in this one i am fighting surviving struggling dying. i am in war with myself

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC

Lovely Games and War

in games there is defeat and victory a victor and a failure but this is not a game people get hurt therefore it is a war in war there is nothing gained but much loss in games there is ridicule mockery and outrage but this is not a game people get hurt therefore it is a war in war there are no words only combat in games normality returns as if nothing has changed but this is not a game no one comes back the same therefore it is war where people are damaged deranged and brainwashed in games there is an end there is a light but this is not a game no one gets out alive therefore it is a war where everyone suffers and everyone dies eternally i enjoy games but in this one i am fighting surviving struggling dying. i am in war with myself

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I can never be free. Even the full moon is destined to say good morning and the gentle stars plucked from their refuge in the twilight. Even the graceful clouds are swept from the valleys and the songbirds shackled to the endless heavens. Even the mysterious mandarinfish are glued to the salty seaside and the corals forced to surrender their colors. Even the redwood's leaves are hauled from the colorless breeze and the rose's petals dragged to the crumbling earth. Even the oak's branches are starved from dancing in the wind and the willow's roots locked into history. Even my weary soles are planted to the grandest lavender mountains and my chapped lips baffled in awe and my lungs filled with frail butterflies and my frayed palms fastened to my tattered heart and my rusty eyes captivated by the glowing sunset. Though, my frivolous thoughts still wander and are stranded in the dark. Even if I tried, I can never be free.

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Jul 12, 2014

Jul 12, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC

Even If I Tried

I can never be free. Even the full moon is destined to say good morning and the gentle stars plucked from their refuge in the twilight. Even the graceful clouds are swept from the valleys and the songbirds shackled to the endless heavens. Even the mysterious mandarinfish are glued to the salty seaside and the corals forced to surrender their colors. Even the redwood's leaves are hauled from the colorless breeze and the rose's petals dragged to the crumbling earth. Even the oak's branches are starved from dancing in the wind and the willow's roots locked into history. Even my weary soles are planted to the grandest lavender mountains and my chapped lips baffled in awe and my lungs filled with frail butterflies and my frayed palms fastened to my tattered heart and my rusty eyes captivated by the glowing sunset. Though, my frivolous thoughts still wander and are stranded in the dark. Even if I tried, I can never be free.

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Unwanted and Untouched Nasty and Nothing Torn and ****** Isolated and Incomplete Thin and Terrible Lifeless and Lacking Empty and Evil Divided and Despicable

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC

Untitled

Unwanted and Untouched Nasty and Nothing Torn and ****** Isolated and Incomplete Thin and Terrible Lifeless and Lacking Empty and Evil Divided and Despicable

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there's this wild idea that maybe love isn't complicated love is beautiful beauty is within fairy tales do come true the sky is not the limit flying and soaring is easy flowers bloom the most during winter darkness and evil is temporary light and love is permanent our lover is not far away taking is a step is relieving happiness is very near reality is what we need goodbyes and farewells are never for forever everything is perfect life's pieces easily fit together

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Feb 9, 2014

Feb 9, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC

Wild Idea

there's this wild idea that maybe love isn't complicated love is beautiful beauty is within fairy tales do come true the sky is not the limit flying and soaring is easy flowers bloom the most during winter darkness and evil is temporary light and love is permanent our lover is not far away taking is a step is relieving happiness is very near reality is what we need goodbyes and farewells are never for forever everything is perfect life's pieces easily fit together

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In the short story, "The Rocking-Horse Winner" written by D.H. Lawrence, the young boy, Paul, associates luck with wealth and bets large amounts of money on the soon-to-be winning horses. His family is extremely wealthy but can barely afford to keep up to their title. What is one thing that society does not know yet the children do about the mother? They know that their mother does not love her own children. She gives them everything they need and want except for one thing. And that one thing they do need is love. One knows love by the look in their eyes. It is much more difficult to lie with eyes than with words and actions. She is materialistic and adores money and extravagance. I think we all agree that the mother is oblivious to her situation. How are we not like the mother? The truth is, we are exactly like the mother. She doesn't realize that love is not a number, money or products but that love is looking into one's eyes and showing true affection. We are in complete illusion that wealth leads to happiness. We think the same thoughts when the more we have, the more successful we may be however in reality, it is false. A perfect example is Black Friday. Companies, businesses and customers all decided to cut the Thanksgiving holiday to purchase more "stuff" to make them "happy". They decided to cut the time to spend with family, friends and relatives to spend for themselves and others. Who is the villain in the story? Most believe villains are a something or a someone who prevents the "good guy" from achieving their goal, also known as an antagonist, however the villain in this story cannot be seen, touched, smelled or even tasted. It can only be spoken and heard of. It is an imaginative villain. It is merely the manipulation of the mind of the misconception that luck is associated with wealth. This begins the entire issue with obsession and materialism. I'm sure we all agree that luck is something that happens to you without you possibly deserving or expecting it. But what is luck when others are given it? For example, if a random stranger gives your friend $100, another $1,000, but gave you only $20. Would you still feel lucky? Well, in all honesty it all depends on our circumstances, which then determine our values. Shouldn't it be reversed where our values determine our circumstances? In the end, over the many years of bets and deference, Paul has been riding his rocking horse to find the true winner and to find luck.

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC

The Rocking-Horse Winner

In the short story, "The Rocking-Horse Winner" written by D.H. Lawrence, the young boy, Paul, associates luck with wealth and bets large amounts of money on the soon-to-be winning horses. His family is extremely wealthy but can barely afford to keep up to their title. What is one thing that society does not know yet the children do about the mother? They know that their mother does not love her own children. She gives them everything they need and want except for one thing. And that one thing they do need is love. One knows love by the look in their eyes. It is much more difficult to lie with eyes than with words and actions. She is materialistic and adores money and extravagance. I think we all agree that the mother is oblivious to her situation. How are we not like the mother? The truth is, we are exactly like the mother. She doesn't realize that love is not a number, money or products but that love is looking into one's eyes and showing true affection. We are in complete illusion that wealth leads to happiness. We think the same thoughts when the more we have, the more successful we may be however in reality, it is false. A perfect example is Black Friday. Companies, businesses and customers all decided to cut the Thanksgiving holiday to purchase more "stuff" to make them "happy". They decided to cut the time to spend with family, friends and relatives to spend for themselves and others. Who is the villain in the story? Most believe villains are a something or a someone who prevents the "good guy" from achieving their goal, also known as an antagonist, however the villain in this story cannot be seen, touched, smelled or even tasted. It can only be spoken and heard of. It is an imaginative villain. It is merely the manipulation of the mind of the misconception that luck is associated with wealth. This begins the entire issue with obsession and materialism. I'm sure we all agree that luck is something that happens to you without you possibly deserving or expecting it. But what is luck when others are given it? For example, if a random stranger gives your friend $100, another $1,000, but gave you only $20. Would you still feel lucky? Well, in all honesty it all depends on our circumstances, which then determine our values. Shouldn't it be reversed where our values determine our circumstances? In the end, over the many years of bets and deference, Paul has been riding his rocking horse to find the true winner and to find luck.

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I was once a helpless, hopeless young girl some years ago who when days and months passed, became a strong and inspiring lady who is not afraid to fly. I have come to learn and realize who I am through experiencing life’s struggles. I understand what promises are when they are broken and I understand what return is when something is not replaced. I understand what support is when others desire to leave and not reminisce. I do not hold as much hope as others for I have not seen the worst in separation, lies and violence. However, I do hold much faith and dedication to others for it is difficult to let and see my loved ones go. Even though the other’s departure tremendously affects me, I dare not to repeat their actions and I attempt to grasp the hint of light that is left. I frequently get lost in my thoughts and in my dreams only to wake to reality where my wandering continues. Repeatedly questioning, “Is there more obstacles to overcome?” and regularly pondering about how the impact of life can change me. Life merely changes one’s attitude and action from events that occurred in a time of need. I am a ship that is away from the port, away from safety and on an adventure, but is only capable of searching and not finding. But one day, I did accomplish the voyage of excitement and danger for I continue to persevere and follow through. I have a heart that is cluttered with the infinite of words and mind that is littered by moments and memories that are constantly threatened to be removed but will never be possible. I strongly believe that life is full of fights and surrenders; if one lacks the two, one may never understand the true meaning of living. Finally, I have been stained by life’s love and life’s dread but I still manage to recognize the purpose and reason that people are given such a wonderful opportunity called life.

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC

A Personal Life Summary

I was once a helpless, hopeless young girl some years ago who when days and months passed, became a strong and inspiring lady who is not afraid to fly. I have come to learn and realize who I am through experiencing life’s struggles. I understand what promises are when they are broken and I understand what return is when something is not replaced. I understand what support is when others desire to leave and not reminisce. I do not hold as much hope as others for I have not seen the worst in separation, lies and violence. However, I do hold much faith and dedication to others for it is difficult to let and see my loved ones go. Even though the other’s departure tremendously affects me, I dare not to repeat their actions and I attempt to grasp the hint of light that is left. I frequently get lost in my thoughts and in my dreams only to wake to reality where my wandering continues. Repeatedly questioning, “Is there more obstacles to overcome?” and regularly pondering about how the impact of life can change me. Life merely changes one’s attitude and action from events that occurred in a time of need. I am a ship that is away from the port, away from safety and on an adventure, but is only capable of searching and not finding. But one day, I did accomplish the voyage of excitement and danger for I continue to persevere and follow through. I have a heart that is cluttered with the infinite of words and mind that is littered by moments and memories that are constantly threatened to be removed but will never be possible. I strongly believe that life is full of fights and surrenders; if one lacks the two, one may never understand the true meaning of living. Finally, I have been stained by life’s love and life’s dread but I still manage to recognize the purpose and reason that people are given such a wonderful opportunity called life.

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Stars that are never seen are stars that are never wished upon I am a star a star that is never seen a star that is never wished upon free to do as I please to do as I think to understand to be free to never be judged to never be hurt to never be loved to never live

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC

Hidden Lights

Stars that are never seen are stars that are never wished upon I am a star a star that is never seen a star that is never wished upon free to do as I please to do as I think to understand to be free to never be judged to never be hurt to never be loved to never live

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I found a Dream where we were together holding hands chasing a butterfly drowning in our laughter mending our hearts wearing daisies in our hair kisses on our noses expecting for time to pass fighting against evil nursing our wounds singing our hearts out sleeping in each other's arms never growing old criticizing the world promising our love reliving precious memories Until reality woke me up

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Oct 13, 2013

Oct 13, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC

We Found a Dream

I found a Dream where we were together holding hands chasing a butterfly drowning in our laughter mending our hearts wearing daisies in our hair kisses on our noses expecting for time to pass fighting against evil nursing our wounds singing our hearts out sleeping in each other's arms never growing old criticizing the world promising our love reliving precious memories Until reality woke me up

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. It's the end of sentence. That marks that one is done. It marks that there is no more. There is nothing left. but ... means there is more to come more to wish for more to be happy with more to experience more to love ... don't let it fool one it is the sign for eternity the sign of grace the sign of love the sign of.

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Oct 13, 2013

Oct 13, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC

Period vs. Ellipsis

. It's the end of sentence. That marks that one is done. It marks that there is no more. There is nothing left. but ... means there is more to come more to wish for more to be happy with more to experience more to love ... don't let it fool one it is the sign for eternity the sign of grace the sign of love the sign of.

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