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Nothing hurts more
Than loving someone with all of your heart
While knowing they'll never feel the same

That every glance, touch and word
Is just another trivial event in their day
Yet any little exchange lights up your entire universe

And how you can accept every ounce of their being
For all their flaws, scars and broken pieces
But pettily find beauty in every imperfection
Stupid heart. Liking people who can feel the same. Tsk tsk tsk.
V Jan 2015
I am torn between two choices
I am debating on whether to leave her
Or stay
What should I do?
She is never there when I need her
She doesn't understand my urgency
She doesn't understand
How much I love her
How every moment without her breaks me
She doesn't know I cry myself to sleep everyday
I  am always there for her
Whenever she needs a shoulder to cry on
Or to brighten up her day
I always say
I love you
She replies after a day
Saying "okay"

But whenever she IS there I feel on top of the world
I feel like its only her
No one else
She is beautiful and amazing
But now I'm thinking
About it
She says she has to go
She doesn't know how much it hurts to hear that
I'd rather be stabbed by knives
So
You tell me
What do I do?
V Jan 2015
the history of the world
as I thought one day, curled
by the fireplace
trying to find my shoelace
I sat and I wrote this poem
hoping that life after this wouldn't be such a bore
the world started with a bang
when the bell in God's brain rang
he created life
to please his wife
he made Adam but forgot to make his madam
thus time went on
and people made the plane
(I think the wrights were trying to please a dame)people thought it was lame
but the wrights didn't think the same
so time went on
and ****** was born
crying out loud
his mother was so proud
then everything went wrong
he said "let's fight!'
"we will defeat the world with his might"
he was so wrong
(pay attention class!)
again time went on
we fought two world wars
and someone created star wars
(lets jump forward in time now)
apple was created
everyone was elated
then everything went wrong as Steve jobs
who was doing such a good job
was removed from the post of CEO
everyone heard the news on the radio
he came back
and gave the board a smack
time went on
I was born
the heavens sung a song
India sent a spacecraft to mars
(not the chocolate bars)
the end to my poem has come
i'm  sorry I left so much
y'see I had to go for lunch
so the next time you have a history test
I wish you all the best
and the rest
is up to Him.
the part about the bell in God's head was made purely for rhyming purposes. DISCLAIMER: THE POET IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY ANGER THAT YOU FELT WHILE READING THIS POEM. ALSO THE PART ABOUT THERE BEING A WIFE OF GOD WAS ALSO USED FOR RHYIMING PURPOSES ONLY.
V Jan 2015
I was once a busy road
With people, carts and many a toad
Travelling over me
A father scolded his son
And the mother said "let him be"
I fell in love with the sun
I still remember the dew on the leaves shining
And birds chirping and dancing
When it was raining
Then one day
When everything was peaceful and gay
Suddenly there came
The screaming of a dame
The hobbling of the lame
I knew it was mount Vesuvius
But then shouted senator Octavius
"ni desperandum!"
"and find me more ***!"
He was drunk  when the lava swallowed him
He died, screaming and cursing his whim
Because I am made of lime
I never died
I cried
I tried
A thousand years later
A shepherd saw me
While tending to his sheep's litter
Many people have tried to find me
But I am hidden
Forever.
This poem is set in the time of the eruption of Mt Vesuvius. The word phrase "ni desperandum" means "never despair"
V Jan 2015
I am afraid of the shadows
come envelope me in your love
you were always there for me
I can't resist
touching your soft skin
and pressing my lips against yours
don't let us drift apart
please let me play a part
in your life
I am afraid of the shadows
come help me overcome this fear
embrace me like we used to
love me like we used to
I will love you tenfold.
V Jan 2015
peace is truly complete
when people meet
and talk about things that are sweet
not when we make  a tank
and leave the deceased's loved one's faces blank
there is no fun
in holding a gun
and what about the lovely dame's face
when you shoot her husband in his face?
war, my friend, is a disease
that spreads like wildfire
when we burn the pyre
of our loved ones

they say violence is the last resort
but you must try and sort
the matter with peace and love
like a pretty dove.
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