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 Feb 2017 KieraYale
Hannah
Beware
 Feb 2017 KieraYale
Hannah
My mother told me,
beware of the boys
with beautiful eyes.
They'll **** you in,
and tell you lies.
Then kiss you sweetly,
after making you cry.
They'll pull you in,
and give you a life.
Then sleep with the girl
who is not very nice.
They'll push you away,
then reel you back in,
because their hooks are in you,
and your heart is theirs to win.
Their eyes are dangerous
for a fragile heart,
because boys like that
love to break hearts.
Once they've got you,
they never let go.
So resist their charms,
and learn to say no.
When a boy like that
comes after your heart,
beware
the chase is on
from finish to start.
These boys are entitled,
and stubborn as hell.
They get what they want,
and they run the show.
So if one decides
to stake claim to your heart,
beware of the spell
he'll cast over your heart.
your love for me
was like rain;
sometimes it was raining hard,
sometimes it feels like
the storm was coming,
and sometimes it was raining lightly*

but just like rain
it was just only passing by

©IGMS
we have
different perspective
in looking at
different
angle


©IGMS
We are guided by our own point of view.
We judge according to our perception, philosophy and beliefs.
So don't talk if it is not necessary.
It may harm other people.

This has already been posted on my Facebook account. Heres the link https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1292331734134232&id;=100000722533030&set;=a.1292331727467566.1073741851.100000722533030&refid;=17&_ft_=top_level_post_id.1292331694134236%3Atl_objid.1292331694134236%3Athid.100000722533030%3A306061129499414%3A82%3A0%3A1480579199%3A993645753784453870&__tn__=E
 Feb 2017 KieraYale
Max Vale
My teacher said I had a lot of potential,
My friends thought I was hiding talent.
A few years later I soon found out,
That I could have been,
A fearsome dragon,
A blazing phoenix,
A savage shark,
A true leader.
*But I didn't.
I’ve been up
  all night
slow dancing
            with the reasons why
                         my canvas is still mostly
empty and
  my palate
  holds only
seven shades of black.
  While I’m weeping
through a
 Foxtrot with
my paintbrush
        and daubing
     midnight
stains across
my walls
the Hollyhocks
still bloom
        outside my door.
      The humming birds
    adore them
standing tall and
lavender
  but I can’t stop
   to waltz with them
I’ll lose
this beat
     and genius
        that fickle muse
will quickstep
   on
and leave me here
behind.
  ljm
I struggled through rearranging this three times trying to get the spacing I wanted, but could only have the spacing the program created.  Is there a trick to this?
Barriers try to block my aim for success,
Threatening victory through destruction.

Visions of glory endure harm by persistence,
Pursuing achievements with passionate resistance.

Desires defy oppositions that halt progress,
As growth strives for productive advancements.

Positive results are on a hard mission,
In a struggle to withstand society’s defects.

Always rejecting shortcomings as factual terms,
Not allowing truths of reality define my aspirations.
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