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Ameed Oct 5
Leave me in the past, leave me, I just want to be where I belong
Leave me in the woods, in the forest amongst the noble trees and sturdy grounds,

Leave me with the leaf that shuffles with the wind and hisses with the breeze,
Leave me in the cornfields, under the golden God that makes me feel different about myself.

Leave me when orange surpasses the green when yellow becomes so seen.

I want to be left alone with my simplicity and spontaneity,
I want to be left there away from the lights, gasps, and whispers …
I want to return to my old self, to when innocence controlled my words and smiles never left my face.

Leave me there, oh time and I’ll be just fine.
Ameed Jul 8
Send me back to where I belong
Cut the wings you made of feather
I cannot live where I feel wrong
I’ll never stand this change of weather

Make me feel good once again
Let the aching leave my head
I feel the dribbling down my chin
While trying to sleep in my so-called bed.
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Ameed Jun 29
I don't care
I never did
I never will

I don't care about the stabs
I don't care about the lies
I don't care about the loss

I never did
I never will

I don't care about you abandoning me in the middle of nowhere or making me doubt every single person I meet or forcing me to look at the mirror and despise the foolishness I had.

I don't care about all the above.

I try to convince myself every night that I don't.
But, I do;
I fully keenly wholesomely do care and my care was my doom.
© Ameed
Ameed Jun 8
Certain things are bound to an end:
Your favorite school bag that you got from the mall,
The flower necklace you made out of chamomile the other day,
And the freshness and gleam of your juvenile face.

These things will gradually leave you
The schoolbag will rot and crumble
The flowers will fade and disappear
And your skin will wrinkle up and change
...
Certain things are bound to an end,
And other things are not:
The memory of holding the bag to school will remain
The photo while wearing the necklace will be cherished
And the smiles radiating your skin will become immortal.

Life is not bound to physical measures
Life is a series of memories, photos, and smiles.
Cherish them and forget everything that exists in the realm of time.
© Ameed
  Jun 7 Ameed
Amanda
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til your phone is aglow.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that it was right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
Ameed Apr 3
Let me go
Set me free
I lost myself
Whilst trying to find you
I lost myself
Whilst trying to find love
But, now I know
That I've been diving in a salty sea
A sea that throws me back to the surface
Every time I go deeper
...
And floating for me is as worthless
as walking is for a bird
...
© Ameed
Ameed Mar 14
Listen to the voices that you hear at night
Listen to the whispers at 3 a.m.
Listen to the words that pop up when you're alone
And most importantly believe these voices
Clench to them deeply and
Trust
Them All
The Way
...
© Ameed
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