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 Apr 2015 Unknown101
Chris
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One of these days
I will write you a poem
Perfectly stated
I hope you will find

Wonderful verses
of love never ending
Tender affections
from this pen of mine

Melting your heart
with the words I have written
Making you smile
with each line you read

Rhyming emotions
of springtime and flowers
Sending the message
you’re all that I need

Phrases of beauty
so filled with devotion
Promised forever
in poetic ways

Something so special
you’ll never forget me
I will write that poem...
one of these days
 Apr 2015 Unknown101
Hannah
Just when you think life is happy and swell,
Well, what if nobody  ever falls in love with me?
 Apr 2015 Unknown101
Charlie
lips intertwined, i really like you
 Apr 2015 Unknown101
me gs
Tonight is a night
For cheap cigarettes and cheaper whiskey
For getting mad at your parents
Who never taught you to love yourself
For letting those thoughts run through your head that
You'd never even consider if you were sober
For sitting in the cold and letting yourself freeze because
You deserve it

Tonight is a night for angry faces and angrier thoughts
For wallowing in self-pity

Tonight
Is a night
To be weak

Because when morning comes
You'll pretend it never happened

me.gs
ahhhh all my poems today sound so sad??????
but i really really love this one
 Apr 2015 Unknown101
TSK
The sky is dark
An impenetrable black
Ominous and true
And I am losing track
There is no real telling
I cannot comprehend
Oh where it does begin
Or when it may end
But as I look to nothingness
And see no touch of lighter
When it seems so dim
Do not the stars grow brighter?
                                       tsk
 Apr 2015 Unknown101
Chris
~

Morning shines
The sun is bright
Yellow centers
Petals white
Daisies bloom
Wild and free
Springtime comes
*For you and me
 Apr 2015 Unknown101
Skai
Day 4
 Apr 2015 Unknown101
Skai
I wonder if it is bothering you at all.
jesse and i used to play games of fairies as children. i still have the drawing book which we gathered "facts" from. her crazy neighbor (with basically ten siblings.Mormons) played the games with us, but she too lived them. we put out "food" for them, ran from evil spirits, used powers to fuel the plot, ran through the trees and down hills, and used leaves, sticks, the weather, and even sounds in the wind to move the story. we grew to dismiss it as child's play (though i can't speak for the girl), but it was real. it was as real as anything, and affected us more than all else. our childhood was a fairy-tale it just didn't get a "happily ever after" in cursive at the bottom of the page. it was magic all the same.
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