vf - Hello Poetry

Those days let to me hurt i'm still don't know how to tell you my hearbeats breaks me every second but it's not all about how to live without dreaming. v.f

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Nov 15, 2016

Nov 15, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC

vf

Held

Those days let to me hurt i'm still don't know how to tell you my hearbeats breaks me every second but it's not all about how to live without dreaming. v.f

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Every girl has a beautiful face a pretty smile a unforgettable eyes but you are more than a beutiful face or pretty smile you´re unique my own torture

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC

vf

Untitled

Every girl has a beautiful face a pretty smile a unforgettable eyes but you are more than a beutiful face or pretty smile you´re unique my own torture

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I know your name, you don't who am i? but you must be know it when i look you. -v.f

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC

vf

S.

I know your name, you don't who am i? but you must be know it when i look you. -v.f

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1. Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly; who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch. 2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made. 3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page. 4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love, When you love a poet.

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vf

Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC

curlygirl

How to Love a Poet

1. Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly; who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch. 2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made. 3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page. 4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love, When you love a poet.

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Breathe. Settle yourself. Try to understand. We were meant to love. And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love. And failing that we were made to breathe. And try again. -Sean Critchfield

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vf

Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC

sean-critchfield

Poem by Chance

Breathe. Settle yourself. Try to understand. We were meant to love. And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love. And failing that we were made to breathe. And try again. -Sean Critchfield

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I love him. I love him. Although he's beating on you. I need him. I need him. Although he's cheating on you. I want him. I want him. Although he don't want you. The first step to being strong. Is learning to be stronger not to hold on. In all these scenario spoken above. Deals mostly with a person that hates to be alone. One is controlling. Then all three might be. But anytime love become abusive and physical its time to move on. Then one is about insecurity. The comfort of having someone you feel you need. When in truth you might come to a different conclusion. Want and need is two different things. But in life it's nothing but a new adjustment.

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vf

Dec 7, 2014

Dec 7, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC

jeffrey-conyers

A New Adjustment

I love him. I love him. Although he's beating on you. I need him. I need him. Although he's cheating on you. I want him. I want him. Although he don't want you. The first step to being strong. Is learning to be stronger not to hold on. In all these scenario spoken above. Deals mostly with a person that hates to be alone. One is controlling. Then all three might be. But anytime love become abusive and physical its time to move on. Then one is about insecurity. The comfort of having someone you feel you need. When in truth you might come to a different conclusion. Want and need is two different things. But in life it's nothing but a new adjustment.

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