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 Oct 2019 Andrea
KHY
It is Okay
 Oct 2019 Andrea
KHY
In a weird way, I'm okay
In a normal way, I've never been okay
I feel this way a lot, I've never felt normal. I've never felt okay being normal either.
I hope that's okay.
I see
you smile
when you
talk to
your cat

I sense
your joy
when you
look into
her eyes

I feel
your love
when you
gently call
her name

I wonder
why I never
see you
talking to people
with so much
passion and joy
 Oct 2019 Andrea
thrcy
I wish you were a book
my book
so that I could keep and read you
anytime I wanted to
and depart from the real world
for a while with you

I could take care of your cover
especially your spine
I promise not to judge
the cover, summary, and your story

I could flip through your pages
in able for me to
know your past
live in your present
and know what your future beholds

In your story if I stumble upon your
flaws, secrets, past, memories
no matter how awful it maybe
I'd still highlight all of the things
I admire about you

I would share your stories
how you've got a great adventure
with the best plot twists
and how you've overcome your fears
reached your goals
and made it through your struggles

I promise to put you on a special spot
in a bookshelf of all of my other books
you'd be my favorite one

I swear I could reread you over
and over and over
and over and over
and over and over
again
like you were the only book
that ever existed

I'd take you everywhere and anywhere
to also tell my story
and together we could make new memories
share the sunsets, sunrise, and watch the stars
because with you
I am truly happy

I wish you were a book
my book
how gently you let the ink flow
through your pages
for every word of each page
I've got it memorized
each phrase, line and quote
has got me hooked
with all the sweet things you've said
 Oct 2019 Andrea
Pratham Sanghvi
No one knows that I'm never alone
Even with the crowd gone
The doors latched and curtains drawn
He lies with me, in my bed
And whispers his eerie songs

He never leaves my side
Yet never reveals himself to others
He claims to be a master of disguise
I'd say he's invisible rather

Whenever there's a soul around
He hides under my shadow
And just like me, he gets awkward
When cupid plays with his arrow

He knows me better than I do
He'll listen to me whenever I want him to
He is my companion
He is my secret friend
He'll accompany me even after my life on earth will end.
 Oct 2019 Andrea
Camila
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
The worst thing that could happen is not even that bad.
This month changed my whole life plan day after day so I just got to terms with letting it go, I´ll know where I´m going to live next march in 3 weeks and it´s completely out of my hands so whatever. I got nothing holding me back.
 Oct 2019 Andrea
Orion Lesneski
I said never again,
you hurt me so many times.

But we started talking,
and you stole my heart again...
This poem is about the same girl that I wrote my very first poem "Unforgivable Love" about.
 Oct 2019 Andrea
CLARYT
Him. Not You
 Oct 2019 Andrea
CLARYT
If I seem broken on the inside,
It was him. Not you,


(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 23/10/2019
Scars left by another, seen by the one who loves us now
 Oct 2019 Andrea
Kim
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
The ability to see the world
like someone else
is extraordinarily difficult.

Each person sees the world
uniquely and distinctly.

Pain, joy, love, sadness, remorse are unique
to each of us as snowflakes and raindrops.

Thus, the ability to communicate, understand,
and appreciate another person is to say
the least an overwhelming struggle and undertaking.

Yet, we seem to do so to some degree,
each and every day.

Our very existence as a species is absolutely
and completely dependent on our success
at connecting with each other.

Imagine, with all our concerns, troubles,
and issues, if as a species,
we were just a bit more lazy.
Posed 15 AUG 2015

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