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nightingale74
nightingale74
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness-- Rights promised to us by men too old to remember. Happiness is hard to Pursue, Hard to find. And sometimes the search leads you Down paths that steal your Liberty... Leaving you to wonder, What's the point in Life?
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Unalienable Rights
To feel your hand in my hand, Your words in my ear, Your heart beneath my palm-- I would give anything. I picture your soft voice Chasing away the sadness And lending hope to my broken heart. My world feels empty, My forces lacking. How am I to tackle this war With no one on my side? True-- My God is loving; He is strong and compassionate. I know that in him, I cannot fail. But staying ahead of failure Is not the same as finding success. If I am to succeed, This emptiness must be filled. I need strength beside me, As well as within me. I need a hand to hold, And a smile to return. Why did God give you to me, Only to let the distance keep you from me?
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
A Hand to Hold
*These woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.* My woods are but a figure of speech. Still, they are lovely, dark, and deep And we have promises to keep. The miles separate me from you. Love and friendship stay through and through, But a broken heart will stay true. Your strong arms are wrapped around me, Holding me close, helping me see. We don't have to touch to feel.
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
Miles to Go Before I Sleep
I try to find the words I want to say, But they just won't come. I want the things I feel, to be the things I write. But the words won't come. When I write a poem, The words in my heart must be translated Into a language That can be both seen and heard. But sometimes the translator gets stuck, In trying to read My deepest, truest emotions Amongst the jumble of my thoughts. And so now I'm stuck With a plethora of locked-up feelings, Yearning to be said. And this is what they call, the writer's block.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
The Block
For a while I've had thoughts and feelings, Floating around in my mind; Emotions I've tried to grasp, Words I've tried to form. But I can't quite seem to spin my thoughts of straw Into words of gold. How do I tell you that I love The way you make me smile? If I only knew how, Then I would tell you How much you mean to me. I'd show you the light You bring into my life, Like the warm glow of a candle. Or the stars that aligned And caused our paths to cross. If I ever got the chance, I'd thank you for being the kind of person That makes me want to be, A better me than I am right now.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
A Poem for You
It's a daunting task to fix yourself. It's like trying to clean a toddler's room, Or raking leaves on a windy day. It's an endless task, Cause it's never just one thing— When it rains, it pours. Be kind to others, Work hard at school. Love your father, Always say your prayers. Don't be so depressed, Don't be such a dork. Try to be more friendly, Try to make new friends. You've got to lose those extra pounds. Oh, but please don't starve yourself! Control your thoughts, Control your words. Be responsible, And be mature. Make sure you get enough sleep, But you can't sleep the day away. Be an example for all to see— You never know who's watching. I can't do this all at once!
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
Fixing Things
It’s a funny thing How two hearts can intertwine, Even under the strangest of circumstances. Bonds have a way of forming Right before your eyes, Yet just beyond your view. It’s not until you close your eyes To the world around you, And take a step back, That you realize What a beautiful thing you have, Growing in the palm of your hand. It’s like a little light Shining in between your fingers, Filling your soul with warmth, Making your heart smile. And it’s then when you learn That the most precious things in life Are those seen with the heart.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
Seen With the Heart
"I love you." I love you like a sister, I love you like a brother, I love you like a friend, I love you like a lover. Love— One word with countless meanings. In my life I have loved many. And in return, I have been loved by many. And yet, there is still so much I have to learn About the art of loving. Love— A word defined in many different ways. Is it possible for love to bloom, Even in the absence of physical touch? Can it grow and flourish, Despite the forces Trying to destroy it? Love— A timeless idea that has withstood the ages. Can young hearts understand what it means To share your love with another? They say you're too young to know what love is. But I beg to differ. After all, it is MY heart we're talking about. Is love really so complicated? When my heart said "I love you," Why wouldn't my lips form the words?
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
I Love You
My heart hurts. I wish that I could unthink The things I've thought tonight. I want things to stay the way they are, I want to let our little sprout Grow into the rose it yearns to be. I think I love you. Cause the thought of never again Seeing that beautiful smile of yours, Makes my heart ache. I know I never should have Opened my heart to you. From the very start, This love was destined to end. It was a wishful fantasy; An all-too-perfect dream. But even so... If I were given the chance To remake my choice, I think I'd do it all again. Because this hurt, These tears that I'm about to cry, Are proof that what I'm feeling is real. I don't want to let you go, I don't want to see this end. It's been perfect, And I've loved every minute of it. But I think it's best if we stop. Cause if it hurts now, How much more will it hurt, If we wait till our hearts are closer? I wish that I could unthink The things I’ve thought tonight.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
To Unthink Your Thoughts
Too many of us, Waste away our lives In search of perfection— The perfect love, The perfect match, A perfect fit. Too many of us Are unsatisfied with the perfection We already have. See, I think we've got it all wrong. Imperfection is not The absence of perfection. Rather, Perfection is simply, The presence of imperfection.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Perfection