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Livia Jul 2015
I have noticed
That the strongest people
Have teddy bears
To comfort them at night
Or to be a never-ending friend
They are the one thing
That has seen
The strongest person cry
Although they may look tough
Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on
So the little worn-out animal
Sitting peacefully on the bed
Is the keeper of secrets
And the giver of comfort
But also just a simple yet wonderful
Teddy bear
I got this idea while I was at camp when I looked at my own teddy bear, then to the one other person who had one.
Livia Jun 2015
Get up
And go
Move far, far away
Into your future
Let no one put out your
Burning fire
Move away from your childhood
And settle into adulthood
While your longtime friends like I
Still have the souls of children
I don't care if you forget me
As long as I know you've moved somewhere
Great
Sorry it's so short >.<. Let this poem be about anything you want. An ex, graduation, friends, etc.
Livia Jun 2015
Love
                                  Is when you never give up
                                 On each other, no matter how bad
                                 Things get. Love
  
Isn't
                                 False words and fake promises. Not a
                                 Relationship built on lies.
                                 But times that you spend that couldn't be more

Real.
                                Love should be unconditional.
                                Never changing and never ending.
                                If so, love is infinity. Lasting forever and

Ever.
Just another weird late-night poem about love..........
Livia Jun 2015
Disappear
Into the dark
No more pressures, no more worries
Free of expectations
Judgement is gone

I can't disappear
No matter where I go
Something's following me
With sinister red-yellow eyes
Snickering at the sight of the tight iron handcuffs.

Not allowed to disappear
Those handcuffs hold me still
I can't be liberated
Because no one can save me
From the evil force that

Is

Me.
A little poem about my social anxiety and partial glossophobia.
Livia May 2015
I want to change the world
Not by standing up and speaking
Not by having excessive valor
But by changing people's ideas
Changing the minds of even the most stubborn people
By simply using beautiful, flowing words
In long or short
Old and new
Original and reused
Poetry
Weird poem. Has no reason to be here.
Livia May 2015
My best friend is not here nor there
But she is still with me
Only in my heart
With me forever

My best friend never complains or laughs
Because there is no longer
A voice to put
In a blurred image of her face

Breaking up with my best friend was not like
Breaking up with a lover
You can't just say
"We're done"

Breaking up with my best friend
Was like an ice piece drifting away
Slowly and with the inevitable ending
Of never seeing it again

I no longer have a living best friend
Because I am loyal
I will stay close to my best friend
Unlike my best friend did to me
To Lyd. I will never forget you, even if you've already forgotten about me.
Livia May 2015
You see a fire burning over there
You see a good time
You hear their singing
And you here their laughter

Unfortunately, you're stuck
Between your own home
And the vast lake;
The one covered in ice

You run down to the shore
And put a foot on it
To see if the ice
Will hold you

Before seeing enough
You put both feet on
And start running across
When suddenly -

You hear a small crack
You know it's goodbye
You see them still singing a jovial tune
And you know you won't again
A weird dark poem I wrote at 5 in the morning.....
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