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Being with you was the sweetest summer
not a cloud in the sky obstructing the lovely warmth shining down on us
it seems we must have been meant for each other
for I've never experienced such a brilliant summer as the one i spent with you

so where did the storms come from?
they held off for so long, let us get so used to the sunshine
before sweeping over and banishing the warmth and light

it is winter now
the darkness has passed and the sun still shines
but its all cold now

soon will be spring
the world will thaw and hopefully
so will we
Alight me Paddies! Today the world is Green;
I am in a mood, alas, to gnaw crubeen,
To kiss my Irish lass, and cuddle her awhile,
To hear the Irish Rovers sing their bonny Isle,
To wear a shamrock, laboring o'er a stout:
Murphy or Guinness, to me it matters naught.
Married to an Irish girl whose family hails from County Antrim. The luck of the Irish be with ye, as it has with me! (0=/*
I think it's time to say goodbye
To Hello Poetry completely
It's made me laugh and made my cry
But it hurts me more, secretly

It's my 200th poem and it is the time
To stop writing to a void
To stop rereading poems of love
When I have another choice

My heart keeps hurting with every poem
That reminds me of you and I
So instead of reopening unhealing wounds
I decided to say goodbye

*Goodbye
We met by the blue river.
I had problems and you had problems.
We bonded over that.
I could see that you were just as broken as I was.
And I was okay with that.

You were running from monsters,
And I was running from monsters.
You had demons and I had demons.

Do you think you have room for one more lost soul?
They say silence is the most powerful scream,
And it was pretty obvious that we were both screaming
In a place no one could hear us.

We weren't okay but we smiled anyways.
We realized it was better that way.
Because we realized we didn't want anyone to suffer
The way we did.
the crazies must grow
tired of their minds.

the way a flower
wants to walk
but can't.

it becomes tired of being beautiful
so it dies.
All the stars as one in unison
Make up the galaxy we're in,
Floating around a white celestial
Being on this planetary ship.
We'll wind up in the "path of Gods,"
A self-made volunteer appears with an
"Informative" plan to share "love's book,"
To speak of "things we'll find on this journey,"
No future planned stone can be pre-overlooked.

And in the skies float the particles
That started out light years away
Have finally made their touchdown,
Leaving the express universal highway
A rocky chunk of history found it's way to town.

A story that is so ancient, so in tune with time,
That it even has developed a star-struck
Lightning fire in the backyard of galactic life,
And what sprouted from the ashy rubble is us,
Eyes hands and feet and all to experience,
To explore the many creations of natural love.
My express views aren't against Christianity itself, I merely believe that the speaking of what the actual origin of all life is and how it started has not yet been established for simple men to explain, that ignorance and traditionalism go hand in hand, and that there is no crime in simply seeking the truth in many different places.
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