Often,
I feel like,
I am a door,
For people to go through,
To get better off than me.

Am
I
  Truly
   As
    Unique
     As
      I
       Can
        Be
         ?

"It's the little details the hurt people."

Who knew,
A math teacher,
Would be so right.

If you are,
not willing to,
Try the tea,
To see if,
It has cooled,
You'll never get,
To drink it,
While it's warm.

F I N A L L Y
i  l  e      a o  e
r l  e      s v  s
s    d      t e  
t             i
              n
              g
I T S
   o t
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   c  r
   h s
   e
   d
O V E R
p  a  v e
a  r   e s
l   r   r  p
s   y  y e
            c
            t

It's good,
To wake up and,
Know that there is a place here,
Where I can be me, you can be you, and we can do it as one.

It takes a lot,                  Lots of love,
To make a little.            Lots of joy.

Many hands,                 A mistake made,
Make light work.         A lesson learned.

A chapter ended,
A chance for a new story to occur.

The feeling,
Of being,
Someone's First,
Follower is,
Absolutely elating.

That feeling,
When you discover,
New music,
That you love.

If you lose a poem,
Just the paper you wrote it on.
You haven't lost the poem at all.

Wait is  the   space    between     us      growing       ?

S  m    D   y     h     S   n        i   l      h   n     O     M
  o   e     a      T   e     u      W   l     S    i    e      n       e

S N O W
i  o  v   i
l  e  e   n
e  l  r   e
n
t

I
            Wa    s
                                    T oo
F          l us    t er                   e      d
T o to      wr I          te             tOd  ay

I f I c o u l d c a p t u r e
A l l o f y o u r b e a u t y
A n d f r e e z e i t i n t i m e
I c o u l d b e h a p p y
F o r e v e r

H
  a
   p
  p
  y

I s a w or d
That eye am knot familiar with

i know more of heaRt
Ache and
Depression i wish i didn't
often wIshing i could smile more
but even if i Could
i doubt i would After
all you stiLl couldn't

W e  i   r    d
I s  a   style    you     loved.

Good Thing I Love Being Weird With You.

Finally,
The aching feeling,
That,
I felt for you,
Is,
Gone and I think it might be,
For,
Good, now I can be happy again for,
Ever.

Give me your fear, I can be brave for you.

Give me your doubt, I can be confident for you.

Give me your weakness, I can be strong.

L O S T
e  v e o
f  e  a n
t  r  s  i
          g
          h
          t
A T
l   r
a   a
s   u
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S E A
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l  e c
f  r h
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d o n
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n e m
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Wow, 0 poems,
That's cool.
To just observe,
To just love and enjoy.
And not to have to worry,
About other people loving or enjoying you.

It seems,
That the poem,
You want to be,
Popular isn't always going to,
Be and that's a shame but,
I'm just glad somebody will read my,
Poems now nobody used to read them thanks.

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!meop ym s'tahT
,krow ym s'tahT
.ti elots uoy timda tsael tA

.hguorht em tup uoY
,niap emas eht leef mih ekaM
.uoy ot did I dias uoy tahW
,did ohw nam eht hcnup d'I

O
pe
n Up Y
our Ey
es Once
In A Whil
e It's Nice.

You- you,
Gotta open UP,
you're eyes.
Thiz iz zo,
Disturbin g.

It'is awful-e clere,
Righting just write.
En a langauge like t-his,
Culd bee, quiet confuseing.

Pay attention,
Listen up.
This a PSA from reality,
And here's what reality has to say.

"Do not light a fire,
If you don't want the smoke,
Do not play with knives,
If you don't want a cut.
Don't waste your time drinking,
If you want to have a life to comfort you,
When you grow up."

There you have it kids,
Don't play with problems,
If you don't want one in your face.

C O L D
r  n  i  r
a      s  i
s      t  v
h         e
W A T E R
a   n  h e  i
i    o  a r  g
t    t   t y  h
     h  s     t
     e         ?
     r
     ?

Now,
Know,
Who,
How,
You,
Wow.

Don't worry about the
TITLE
It only took me three minutes of scrolling to find
FOUR THAT WERE THE SAME

My replies,
To comments,
Are slow, I was
Lost in time and,
I didn't see any of them at all.

How many times,
Do I have to say,
I want to love you,
Before you hear me bae?

Tonight there were fireworks,
They went off over the lake.
They were so loud,
It was like they were trying to blow a hole in the sky.

The only reason I can be positive,
opposite the were you because is

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For young/new writers,

                                                  The best draft of your poem is the first.

              Self doubt is the number one cause of death in poets,

                                                               So don't drown in worry.

         Swim in it calmly,
                                                      
                                                            Like a swimming pool.

YOU WOULDN'T STEAL A WALLET!?
Then don't steal my poem,
You just stole a hard night's work from me.

If nothing matters and we all die in the end. Why can't we make what little living we have, good?

A playlist,
Music from and for the both of us.
A hangout,
Place for us to be us.
A relationship,
A way for us to love us.

I can't breathe,
I'm afraid
my life leaving me?
sick and dying
all over aga-

"I'll see you tomorrow"
I lied,
I'm going to see you next,
In my sweet dreams.

Oops!
Thought I put that in private,
Didn't mean to post it.

I'm going to finish my book,
I'm going to finish my work.
This time it will really happen,
This time it will really be read.

Nothing compares to this spring time love,
Except for one single thing,
The love we'll have in summer.

Yet, even better than that,
The love we'll hold in fall,
Golden and aged like the leaves of oak trees.

But no thing could be greater,
Than the love we'll hold come next winter,
Sleeping in, your warmth by my side.

How can someone sexualize,
The way a woman sits?
It's just a funny selfie pose,
I don't want to hear this,
"Is she bad or nah" nonsense.
How creepy is that,
Most men will idolize the simple way,
A woman speaks.
When will we be gone with these creeps?
How ashamed am I,
That a grown man will focus,
On dress coding your shoulders,
While men run rampant with tattoos and drug tee's.

The weather is important when writing a play,
Such is when Romeo and Juliet was shown,
It was a cold and raining day.

So the audience would forget about the heat,
Off in fair Verona had Shakespeare failed,
To keep mention of the begrudging summer.

Show business isn't as glorious as you'd think,
There's not much glory that comes form this stage,
Yet us actors trade all the lovely pieces of our life,
For a split second of grace and beauty.

Don't mention the back stage,
No to an actor at least,
I'm afraid nothing good happens there,
At least for us, it's just heartbreak and longing.

In Rome,
There is silence.
Church bells lay still,
Once grand city,
Echoing the trills of black birds.
Their song, a lost cry of those who died.
In the deathly silence,
Of the plague.