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Carla Jan 2019
I met a girl,
When I was three,
My best friend,
She was soon to be.

We met by a pool,
She was older than I,
We were inseparable,
I can't lie.

But few years ago,
She moved away,
Across the globe,
She couldn't stay.

I still love her,
She's still my best friend,
And no way on Earth,
Is this close to the end.
My best friend moved away to a country in Europe a couple years ago, but before that, she moved across Australia so I didn't see her much. But we still keep contact and it's proof that no matter what you go through, you'll make it out alive and well.
Carla Jan 2019
New year,
New me,
Is that false hope,
I clearly see?

Time isn't relative,
You're still the same,
New Year's resolutions,
Drive people insane.

This has to stop,
It can't happen every year,
'Cause being overweight,
Is the least of your fears.
I have nothing against New Year celebrations, but I find fun in exploiting and making fun of things most people enjoy. If you'd like to try it, I suggest you go out and do it because it is amazing and really exciting and funny! Have a nice day and enjoy yourselves!
Carla Nov 2018
Is it because,
You don't have anyone to talk to?
Or because you want to spread emotions,
Like when you're feeling blue?

Is it because you're sad,
And need someone to hear you vent?
So you sit alone and write,
Then wonder where the time went?

Is it because,
You don't have a life of your own?
So writing for others,
Is like a second home?

Is it because,
Painting isn't enough?
Because there aren't enough colours,
To show how life is tough?

Is it because,
You're needing a friend?
To tell them how your patience,
Is nearing its end?

Is it because,
You're seeking attention?
You want someone to notice you,
Like it's life's redemption?

Is it because,
Every word you write,
Is like the first star,
In a starless night?

Is it because,
When you get out of bed,
You say it'll be a bad day,
And it isn't just in your head?

Is it because,
Writing for others,
Is a coping mechanism,
Hiding from fathers and mothers?

Is it because,
When you read it out loud,
Microphone in hand,
You hear claps of a small crowd?

Is it because,
That tiny crowd you make up,
Is just imagination,
Telling you to wake up?

Or is it because,
All of these things combined,
Creates the monster which is you,
The you, you can't find.
Carla Oct 2018
I hide, you seek,
Up to ten, but count slow,
Promise not to peek,
Ready, set, go.
Carla Oct 2018
Today is another day,
It won't be like yesterday,
It will be good,
Like any day should.

Better, it will be,
Just you wait and see,
My day will be great,
The sun won't be late.

The moon won't come,
We'll be surrounded by sun,
We'll be doused in light,
Forgetting the night.

Today will be fun,
I won't have to run,
It will be the best,
Like every day suggests.

It won't be bad,
I won't be sad,
I promise you,
The sky will be blue.

...

...

...

No... It can't be,
I know what I'll see,
It will be a bad day,
It'll be like yesterday.
This is a reflection of my emotions currently, all I want to do is kick something so hard that it leaves a bruise. But hey, at least poetry is always there to help.
Carla Oct 2018
I dream of a home,
I dream of a place,
A place of comfort,
A place of grace.

A safe haven,
One to share,
One I dream,
Is our secret lair.

I dream that we,
Can cut the sky,
To reveal a galaxy,
For you and I.

I dream that birds,
Lilt in the air,
When we surrender,
To our secret lair.

The white flag is raised,
But instead is a dove,
A token of surrender,
A token of love.

I dream for a happy place,
A place to call my own,
I dream of a place for us,
A place we can call home.
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