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 Mar 2018 Mey
CAM
Shy?
 Mar 2018 Mey
CAM
God. How am I still not okay?

God. It's been so long.

God. I'm so tired of life right now.

God. What happened to me?

I was such a nice kid.
I was calm all the time.
Mature for my age,
Little but so lively.

I was so helpful.
So loyal.
I always supported my trust.
But I never really spoke my mind.

I was shy.
I was small.
I never stood up for my feelings
I never stood up for myself.

And now I'm older.
I realize I don't need support.
I need myself.
I need confidence.

Speaking your mind is not wrong.
Standing up for your feelings isn't rude.
Standing up for yourself isn't mean.
Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect.

No one's perfect. Not even them.
The ones you hate for being so amazing.
Maybe she has anxiety.
Maybe his mom is alcoholic.

No one has a perfect life.
There's not one perfect family in the world.
There is not a person in the world who's perfect.
There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife.

But just because you aren't perfect.
Doesn't make you less worth it.
You're amazing.
You're still charming, kind, and strong.

You're just more experienced.
You just understand some more things now.

And maybe, just maybe,
You just aren't as shy anymore.
I'm not perfect. But I'm not shy anymore either.
 Feb 2018 Mey
Brent
For Luna
 Feb 2018 Mey
Brent
whichever color you glow;
a calm, serene white
a blood-crimson red
a rare, sorrowful blue
a lonely void of black

however you illuminate the night;
whether you wax and shine with the stars
or wane and hide above the clouds
whether you make a proud crescent
or be a glorious gibbous
or even divide the darkness
as either of the quarters

whatever shape you become
whatever shade you gleam
you will always be beautiful in my eyes
whatever you may seem
The very rare occurrence of a Super Blue Blood Moon happened last night and as a selenophile myself, I eagerly watched and waited for Luna and I figured a poem might be nice.
 Apr 2017 Mey
Brent
Feelings
 Apr 2017 Mey
Brent
It's been a while since I last saw you. When I got a good look at your face, it's like everything changed and everything stayed the same, all at the same time.

It was six in a very cold evening. We shared a cigarette even though you had a cold and a nasty cough because that's what we usually did when we were together.  We'd talk about how you were doing with college and how I did because that's what we do, at least, did.

After a couple of sticks, we got back to my place. I thought it was a bad idea since it'd bring up a lot of things but that's the last thing I thought of as you walked in my room.

You saw my mattress was on the floor because it was a new place and I couldn't afford a bed frame at the moment. Still, you took off your shoes and jumped on it, saying "good night" because you haven't had much sleep because of school. I got my extra pillow and I hit your **** with it and as I expected, you still didn't budge.

I whipped up some instant noodles since that's all I had and I knew you haven't ate yet and as soon as I got it on the plate, you instantly got up my mattress and just ate it all. You yelled and got mad at me for not warning you that the noodles were hella spicy. You rushed to my counter to get some water and I laughed my *** off.

I got up and grabbed my guitar and I sang Galway Girl and you told me you didn't like the new album. Still, I continued playing then you just sang along by the chorus.

The night went on along with a couple of more songs. You still had that graceful, thin voice even though you smoked a lot.  The voice that I really liked a lot because it calms me. I even showed you that I still had that recording of yours singing that Lily Allen song in which I forgot the title and you scoffed at me for saving that track.

With all that, bursts of nostalgia came rushing at me. I looked at you and I could say it looks the same for you. Our eyes met and you smiled.

A bad idea popped in my mind but before dismissing it, I find myself leaning closer to you, and simultaneously, you lean close to me. I smiled and thought, we really do think of bad ideas. With that, I find my lips touching yours.

It goes on for minutes and you suddenly stop, move back and say we shouldn't because... I'll get your cold. I smiled and moved my face closer to yours again. You hit my shoulder with your hand and smiled, and kissed me again.

We lay on my mattress for a few more moments, thinking of what we did and if it was the right thing to do. A part of me says I missed this, another says this was a really bad idea and before I could make up my mind, you get up and tried to get your things. You said you remembered you had to go and do your school thing. I got up as well and I accompanied you until you got a ride home. I waved goodbye as you went for the bus.

Suddenly, I sneezed and coughed then I laughed. I laughed because I knew I caught your cold.  And the worst thing is, I laughed because I knew a cold isn't the only thing I caught. I sighed then I smiled and I hoped that cold medicine could also take away the other things I caught....
I know this isn't a poem but I just had to write this because I'll forget.
 Mar 2016 Mey
Brent
words only come out from cracks
whenever you feel broken.
 Nov 2015 Mey
Brent
night showers
 Nov 2015 Mey
Brent
As the orange glow of the sun that marks a twilight
Makes the gray nimbus clouds
A brownish shade
Against the background of the firmament,
I look up
And feel the drops of rain
Fall from the apricot sky
Down my face,
I feel it mix
With the raindrops
From the clouds in my eyes
As I remember
That things will never be the same.
So, I just hope
That the moon will help me
Forget you and your name.
 Oct 2015 Mey
Maxwell
untitled
 Oct 2015 Mey
Maxwell
stargazing and telescopes, i don't need those
i need only to look at you
for in your eyes
the whole universe resides
 Oct 2015 Mey
Maxwell
From sleepless nights to blissful dreams,
A drastic change from chaos to peace.
From your departure, I was hurt,
But now from sadness, I divert.

Like a dart hits a bullseye's iris,
Your presence, that's how I miss.
With this paper and pen,
I admit, I think of you now and then.

But you are my life's fraudulent scheme,
Water rapidly flowing in the stream.
You've already passed and gone away
Like my love for you has died away.

A half-remembered dream,
It is you, as it may seem.
A dream as sublime as a flower garden,
But a dream that will soon be forgotten.
This is my last poem for you.
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