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Nov 2015 · 270
Reality
Noah Stowe Nov 2015
Another silent tear drips down my face.
Laugh, stay calm, act normal for once.
The night is a softer shade of black than my heart.
Don't let them know how much you hurt.
The pain tugs at my heart.

And* yet again it happens my thoughts collide with reality and I cannot control my tears.
Nov 2015 · 530
(10w)
Noah Stowe Nov 2015
Crying,
I sit alone again
Wishing for you to return.
Nov 2015 · 413
Drowning
Noah Stowe Nov 2015
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                                          ­please          save me
                                 from myself I am drown
                               ing in   my own thought
                             and  I     keep sinking
                             deep       er into thou
                             ghts         I need you
                               to           pull me up
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Nov 2015 · 560
Depression
Noah Stowe Nov 2015
In the deepest cave
a monster waits.
Crouched alone I wait to be rescued
but help cannot save the blackest of souls.
As I sit and wonder,
Without a drop of hope,
The monster devours me.
Nothing ever seems to help,
Not the kiss of true love or a safe place to hide.
Nothing will help...
Nothing but you.
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
Wish You Were Here
Noah Stowe Mar 2015
(Note: the italics are the narrators thoughts)


Dearest Love,
Are you okay all alone?
I miss you with all my heart.
No, I miss you with all the hearts in the world
you are the only fish in the sea for me.

I love it here in paradise.  I just wish it wasn't for work.
I hate it here with all my heart.  I dread the lack of your presence.
If only you could see the sky as the sun sets.
It reminds me of your eyes, and I cry everyday.
I hope the distance didn't cause you to forget me and pick another lover, just kidding.  I know you wouldn't do that.
You wouldn't... right... cause if you did, I'd die.
Well anyways dearest love, I hope to see you soon.
I'll book tickets for you now, even if it takes my life savings just to see your face.
I wish you were here.

Love,
More than any quantity of love imaginable.
Your one true love.
*I hope...
Mar 2015 · 818
Dear Lover,
Noah Stowe Mar 2015
dear                        lover
I think you          tried to use
Cupid's bow on m-  e, well I guess it
worked.  You hit me in the heart
We fell in love. We kissed. We
hugged. We put on a show
for our friends to laugh
at.  But then it
stopped
I
think
the poison
left my heart
and made realize
what a fool I was. You
hurt my heart, you didn't
heal it from the pain of the past
I hope you realize that instead of
pulling the arrow out gently, You let
it break inside of me. And now you want
my heart back?  No it's gone.  I put it on a higher
shelf for those who truly care. If you want my heart back
you'll need a taller chair.   My heart doesn't want you now

My
he-
art
ne-
eds
so-
me-
one
el-
se
th-
at
do-
es-
n't
ca­-
re
ab-
out
my
ug-
ly
st-
yle.
Oh
and
by
the
way
yo-
u'll
ne-
ed­
a
sh-
ar-
per
ar-
row
if
you
wa-
nt
to
pe-
ne
tr-
ate
my
sk-
in.­
'c-
au-
se
now
my
bo-
nes
are
so-
lid
go-
ld
for
on-
ly
th-
os-
­e
w-
**
me-
lt
my
he-
ar-
t.
so
dear
former lover
if you really care
find another person
who knows how to fall
for a heart breaker because
now I know w-        hy it's called
falling in lov-         e and why it's
called a crush.            I really hope you
find a lover who's            as gullible as you


love,
me
This is written from the point of view of a teen who has just broken up from a terrible relationship.
Mar 2015 · 970
grammar kills the world
Noah Stowe Mar 2015
i am a very talented typing cat
all though i know how to use capital letters and punctuation marks
i cant stand them i have decided to take over the world through lack of both
if you cant use comas then lets eat grandma will **** everybody
leaving me the only one left
but what happens when somebody says something that kills the cats
i am beginning to see why we use grammar
yet i still refuse
i wish i could explain to you why my predicament is so brain racking
but what if i did take over the world with lack of grammar
but then again what if i took over the world through extensive use of grammar
causing everybodys brain to take over their body
wait arent brains already in control
so what if the lack of grammar caused the brain to only focus on my lack of proper english
and now you see why english teachers say they arent payed enough
so maybe if i used an extensive amount of grammar then people would be required to go back to school
just because a cat is smarter than they
and then the outcome would be a financial crisis causing more people to be poor
and goods to become more expensive
maybe i can take over the world with extensive grammar usage

now i just need to figure out how to get people to read my work

please excuse my spelling and grammar i may be a very intelligent cat
but i too am lazy
This is a poem to show people that they shouldn't be overly worried about grammar.
Jan 2015 · 947
come
Noah Stowe Jan 2015
come
join my journey
to nowhere in particular


come
to the depths of my soul
and to the back of my mind


come
dance in the darkest parts of my mind
and sing in the brightest place of my heart
Jan 2015 · 1.5k
mirror me
Noah Stowe Jan 2015
The strange child watches me
copies every step
when I move
he also does
and when I die
he falls.
Jan 2015 · 547
hello dear
Noah Stowe Jan 2015
hello dear
I see you still have a glimpse of that beautiful smile
even if I ruined it

your scratched up *****, and worn face
still beautiful in the sunlight
yet worn by the years of work

hello dear
I see you still have a glimpse of that beautiful smile
even if I ruined it

I changed your way of life
I edited everything about you
wear this jewel, that scarf for me

hello dear
I see you still have a glimpse of that beautiful smile
even if I ruined it

I'm surprised to see you care about me
surprised you still provide for me
surprised to see your worn-out face still handing me breakfast

hello dear
I see you still have a glimpse of that beautiful smile
even if I ruined it

dear mother earth
I'm sorry

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