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I try not to think of the past, but it always interferes with the present.
Apparently I haven't kept up with this trend of writing ten words as a poem. So I decided to go fifteen words. #rebel
She walks behind the pack
so no one can see her stumble.
She walks behind the pack
to console the ones who fall behind.
She walks behind the pack
because she isn't as confident as the front man.

She stays strong for others.
They are more important in her eyes.
Her eyes that only cry alone.
Not entirely finished
I hear the yells for war,
people are screaming them daily
while the rest of us lie on our backs
crying because we're too lazy.
We're too tired,
we've got too much to do,
too much to stress for.
Meanwhile we're living big,
living rich in a land that's already been paid for.
Paid for by all of the original owners' blood.
The ones we felt the need to sacrifice
felt the need to ****** and **** just to get a land we could have shared if not for our big glorious dream,
a dream that nobody else can be included in.
It's a dream that has no resolution,
after all who really keeps their New Year's resolution.
Well another year has passed and we're just getting worse!
In the words of John Brown before he was hung,
"the crimes of this guilty land will never purged away
but with Blood."
You walk through your garden;
I am standing tall.
You pick up the lilies,
the daisies,
the honeysuckles,
and the petunias.
You put them all together carefully
and place them in a vase.
Then you return to glance once more at me.
You rip me out by my roots and throw me into the trash.
The bouquet is on the table mocking me while I rot alone.
I die fast, but the flowers slowly whither away where all can see.
Hello dear friend.
We just met, but you seem so familiar to me.
How are you dear friend?
You seem as happy as happy can be.
Are you like me dear friend?
Do you hold in your aches so others can't see?
Are you strong dear friend?
Do you put on a brave face to be a safe-house for the weak?
You are like me then, my dear friend.
I met an amazing friend today for the first time.
I'll make you a doll of clay;
I'll fire it and paint it for you.
You can love the doll or break it.
Take the doll instead of me,
so if the doll gets broken I'd still be okay.
It's been too long,
Too brief,
Too distant.
Why do I still have you clinging in my brain.
Can years wash away love?
I haven't found it to be true yet.
Please tell me Em
Don't cry pretty girl,
you're sweeter than tears.
Lift your head up pretty girl,
let laughter be near.
Laughter is desiring your company pretty girl.
It wants to be your friend
Don't worry about me pretty girl,
I'll be fine when you are.
Please stay my pretty girl.
When my words flow
like a garden hose stream,
When my eyes light
like a burning ball of gas,
When my cheeks look
like a warm summer sunset,
When my feet bounce around
like a child on springs,
Then you'll know that I love you.
Need a friend?
I'll be here.
Need ears to listen?
I'll be here.
I won't talk over you.
I won't compete with you.
You would be the center of the universe.
You would be my friend.
If you want a friend,
I'll be here.
Feel free to have me as a friend. If you are feeling lonely, angry, depressed, or just need someone to listen...message me. I might not reply right away, but I will reply.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
I swear I am.
I'm strong, I'm strong.
I promise you.
I'm brave, I'm brave.
I have to be.
For you, for you...
I'll be fine, strong, and brave.
When I'm alone, is another tale.
I don't have to be fine, strong, or brave.
Without anybody to console,
I must console myself.
helping others is much easier than helping myself
Dare you leap off this limb,
into a world of unforgivable sin?
Where lust is love and love is lust.
Where your feet will tread, do you trust?
Every corner unearthing a new depth.
Long ago, there I have crept.
No one hears your cries any longer,
for the world is cruel and oh so somber.
Demons walk among you as your own,
in the place you live in which is not your home.
I wrote this a while ago and just found it in an old binder.
Yes, please do ignore me.
My life's better without you.
Yes, please do avoid me
I like having power over you.
Sometimes I get tired of acting indifferent,
but it's not like you actually care.
I hope you continue to ignore me,
because I'm better off this way.
I hate seeing you,
but when you're gone I look for you.
I hate when you smile at her;
I miss owning your smile.
I don't want you to love me,
but I wouldn't want you to love another.
Run
Run
I used to call runners crazy fitness freaks.
Now I've become one as well.
When running was mentioned I would shriek.
Now I run to excel.
I love to hear you sing.
Your voice overwhelms my heart.
May I sing with you?
May  I accompany your great art.
I, myself, love to sing.
My voice makes me feel free.
Oh, please oh please
Will you sing with me?
I really do love to sing. I love to sing the most with one of my good friends. He is a very talented guy and his voice matches mine. It's not love that I feel for him, but a friendship.
TBH
TBH
If a girl has stolen your heart,
try your hardest to steal hers.
"What should we do with this old, worn shoe?"
One gentleman said to another.
"I have no need for the shoe, but the leather will do."
"Let's break it down for the leather."
"When the leather goes bad, what then chap?"
"Why we'll toss it all into the fire!"
Take what you will from this.
The best of authors can't write poetry.
The best of poets cannot sing.
The best of anything has weak points.
There is no best of everything.
There was a thing with nothing,
No form,
No gender,
No name,
No home,
No diety.
It roamed by itself with no one.
No girl,
No boy,
No anything,
No direction.
It bumped into another thing who had,
No form,
No gender,
No name,
No home,
No diety.
It felt a feeling it never had felt.

The feeling grew the longer it was near the other thing.

The other thing felt it too.

A light flicked on and showed the two things' true forms.

Did the feeling stop?
I got inspired by the title space. This is not bashing or approving anything. Please like, add, and/or share it if you're not afraid to (and if you actually appreciate it).
Pushing my bike up the hill as others ride up it.
Their eyes both laugh at me and judge me.
I don't know what to feel.
You're gone.
A hole fills where you were.
I'm sorry.
It must have been my fault.
You left.
I thought I couldn't breathe without...
without you.
But now I am forced to.
I'm breathing,
but I am struggling to survive.
I'm needy.
I am needing my void filled.
It's better.
It should be better, we're apart.
The storm came from the East.
It came unexpectedly.
There were no warning clouds.
It started at a gentle breeze.
I saw the lightning and was in awe.
The rain cooled my skin.
I never expected hail or hurricane.
In time they both came.
The hail came first and bruised me.
I found nowhere to hide.
I was vulnerable in the open, unsafe.
I felt as if the worst had come.
Then the hurricane brewed and came my way.
It carried me into it.
My body was no longer in my command.
Everything hit me.
I felt no escape, but I revered the pain.
Then the storm left to the West.
I was on the ground, not knowing whether to feel pain or joy.
Now, I lust after the lightning and rain.
I weep over the hail and the hurricane.

— The End —