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Albero Centrale Apr 2014
People have always told,
Of their best feelings,
But what are those feelings,
Compared to others,
Is it winning the lottery,
Is it being in love,
Or is it being loved,
The question is a simple one,
But it has many answers,
Add your answers if its a humble one,
The question is what is,
The greatest feeling in the world?
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
Life is like a game,

There are few simple rules,

As long as you try,

Life will go by ,

Why because you tried,

With all of your will,

With will you will,

Go far in the greatest game of all,

Life.
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
He is what I like to call "interesting"
His head is too big for his body
His breath smells like peanut butter and
He is always tired
But he is all mine

Many would call him "cute" or "adorable" but
They don't know him like I do
He is Tonto- 95 pounds of pure love
He will always stick by your side but
There are times when he will hide

He can make me mad when he chews my shoes but
He can cheer me when I'm sad
Even when I'm down he can turn my frown upside down
He is a true joy to be around and
That's what best friends are

I can always tell when he's in the wrong because
His head sinks like a fish in the pond
Then his eyes slowly rise as if he is surprised
The big browns just give me a look
That say "I'm sorry and I know I've been naughty"

No matter what I always forgive
I owe it to him and he owes it to me
He knows were a true match meant to be
So our friendship will forever last
My baby Tonto and me

-MMM
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
No
A simple word
so full of power and rejection

One of anger, a scream that echos
through the heads of the unsuspecting

And one of sadness, a shock of frigid air
harmful even to those who knew it was coming

One syllable is all it takes
To make hearts drop and tears fall

-Jamie F.
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
An empty cup and an empty heart,
No longer pumping blood,
But allowing sadness to numb,

Flowing through the veins,
Until it reaches the mind,
Leaving its mark ever so slightly,

A mind left imprisoned,
And a  struggle with atelophobia,
And thoughts of am I good enough?
- Zalea
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
What I want is
Enough money

To have what I want
What I want is

What I wish is
Enough stars

To have what I wish
What I wish is

What I need is
Enough time

To have what I need
What I need is

All I want is something I wish
Enough time

To have what I want
What I need is

To believe in myself


- MMM

- From C.G. Hanzlicek's poem "What I want is"
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
Books are like people,
Bent,
Broken,
and folded in places,

They're judged by their covers,
What they look like,
How they act,
Their name,

So the older, uglier ones get thrown away,
Just because they are not perfect anymore?
And the shiny, newer ones replace them,
Just because they look better and never have been torn?

But there's a special place beneath all this misery,
Somewhere hidden deep beneath the covers,
Where a true story develops,

They may look boring from the outside,
But when you really get to know them,
Read their pages,
Learn their story,

You'll find the truth,
And the truth is beautiful.
De La Rose<333
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