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 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Brooklyn
Music
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Brooklyn
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Char Blackmon
MISS
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Char Blackmon
I don’t miss time
Because it never stands still
I just miss our memories
The way it slowed down
And stood still
(SharChar)
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Diana
we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion

We are the muses that haunt others
Late in their silent nights
That are comprised of a
Pencil or pen
Paper
And lingering mind

We are the strangers
That elicited a thought within another
That manifested into a poem

We are the vessels
Of poems written
And poems to come

we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
kmr
Control
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
kmr
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
Yesterday, April 8th, was my birthday. I wrote this poem two years ago, when I was 19 almost 20, and on my 22nd birthday I find that the website selected it as a daily and I have all these wonderful people saying wonderful things about my poetry. Thank you Hello Poetry, and thank you everyone else. This was the best birthday present I could have even gotten. (04/09/2021)
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Julieann Jonson
Dreaming
Dreaming about you
Dreaming about us
Dreaming about what it would be like to be with you

Wishing I could stay asleep

Dreaming about our lips touching
Dreaming about our hands interlocking
Dreaming about you holding me close
Dreaming about you never letting go

Wishing not to wake up

Dreaming about looking up into your eyes
Dreaming about you looking into mine
Dreaming about your shy smile
Dreaming about the way your voice sounds when you say my name

Wishing to sleep forever

Dreaming about the way you make me laugh
Dreaming about your laugh
Dreaming about our conversations
Dreaming about everything

Wishing not to wake up
Wishing this was more than just a dream

I am awake
I am no longer dreaming
No longer dreaming of you

Wishing I was dreaming of you
Wishing this wasn’t just a dream
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Julieann Jonson
You.
Are.
Never.
Alone.

You.
Are.
Beautiful.

You.
Are.
Extraordinary.

You.
Are.
Human.
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Julieann Jonson
Be kind.

Laugh a little.

Make someone smile.

Remember where you came from.

Never forget yourself.

Animals are basically people.

Life is tough.

You are here for a reason.

Time will tell.

Never give up.
 Apr 2019 Ahnaf
Diana
You say you love me
But not in that way
As a friend
You say
But I can’t harbor these festering feelings
Within me any longer

If I was aesthetically prettier
Would you say you love me
In that way
If you were attracted to my looks
The way you say you are to my personality
Would you then
Pursue me
I find it quite interesting how there are many people around us that have such attractive personalities, but we don’t pursue them because of their looks; however, if they were to look aesthetically pleasing to us oh how different would our feelings be for them...
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