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 Aug 2018 Carla
devante moore
I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet
 Aug 2018 Carla
Laura Duran
He loves me, he loves me not
We're meant to be, or so I thought
My heart is broken, the pain is real
I long for peace, from all I feel

I fake a smile, so no one knows
I mimic strength, lest weakness shows
I refuse surrender, I stand and fight
I must succeed, and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart, and I can breathe again

Minutes into hours, hours into days
The love I held so tightly, starts to fade away
The pain begins to lessen, the tears no longer fall
Seemed misery was forever but it's not that way at all

Those nights you haunt my dreams
Are now few and far between
When memories overtake me, I know I'll be alright
I know now what to do....and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart and I can breathe again
Yes, I can breathe again.
 Aug 2018 Carla
Cynthia
"ADULTS. ARE. IDIOTS!"
Oh, did I strike a nerve?
Well, "sorry!", I guess.
I'll turn around, take a curve.

But wait, did you think
That we would stand by?
Well... You. Are. Wrong.
you aren't always right.

Is this what you think?
That your opinions are true?
Never taking the blame
For all the wrongs that you do.

You think you are everything.
You are mighty, in your eyes
You think you rule the world
And you see us as mice.

But you never take action,
Shunning those who do!
You create all these problems.
And leave us to solve them for you.

You fit us in a box,
And tie us with ropes,
You show us your desired future
And tell us they're our hopes.

Well guess what, adults
We can think too.
And when you see us fly,
You'll know what we can do.

We will all fight together.
And we will see you leave.
Mark my words dear adults,
We're not as simple, as you want us to be.
An important note to take is that "Adults" is only used to address the irresponsible, pride-filled grownups of our generation who are also very close minded. It is absolutely NOT addressing matured people who actually care about others. (Sorry if this poem offended you. But if you're a nice person, this is NOT addressed to you as I mentioned before but I gotta make this clear)
 Aug 2018 Carla
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
 Aug 2018 Carla
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…


Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

Maybe,
           just maybe…


The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
maybe,
          just maybe…


There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*

~
When
        night
              kisses
                      the
                          end
                               of
                                  day,
                      there’s
                          a
                     moment,
            when
       my
cares just…
       fall away,
                     a
                     feeling
                         of
                           gliding,
                                     upon
                              calm
                                    waters of life,
                           when
                    peace
               and
         love,
         overcome my strife….
 Aug 2018 Carla
Her
Immortal
 Aug 2018 Carla
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 Aug 2018 Carla
Dani Just Dani
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
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