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pearson Apr 2015
Messy yellow wavy hair
Hazel eyes hold no despair

Tiny brown freckles stand out against tan
This is the story of that girl, this is no man

She smiles with each word she says
A spring in her step, no hat on her head

Every time she says 'Hello!'
You want to hug her tight

That girl, she has her own unique taste
Being herself is very right

Sometimes she trips and falls to the ground
A crawls back up, makes a laughing sound

And then she tries some insane stuff
Like jumping into an unknown pile of fluff

But that young girl with the crazy mind
She loves to jump and scream and fly
Another poem dedicated to my other bestie, Ali Hearts Twentyseven
  Apr 2015 pearson
Qwn
Your face is always into sunshine;
It gives hope and clear aura to everyone.
The way your eyes say Hi whenever you smile;
It lessens up a bad vibe not just for awhile.

You are clothed with strength and dignity.
And you laugh without fearing the future and reality.
In the darkest days of your life;
I know you’ll stand tall to find the sunlight.

You won’t bloom to where you’ve planted.
I know you’ll explore more to get started.
It’s your goal for a better life to get;
Pursuing to reach your dreams and to be contented.

You are a flower that will not wither.
It’s because you know how to get yourself watered.
Even in cloudy days turned rainy.
You still know how to make yourself shiny.

Your influence is like spreading seeds;
Planting good vibes to the ones who are in need.
You are a sunshine that lightens up a day.
A sunflower that smiles, feeling like summer.

© Quenniebells, 2015
pearson Apr 2015
Another thought
Comes to my head
And I wonder what if
I would be the one instead?

A lonely girl
Floats on the water
Her pale wet skin now blue
Could it get any less hotter?

A sorrowful man
Stands by the lake
He cries shamelessly
And sometimes shakes

A lonely girl
She starts to sink
Never seen again ever
And as she drops, did she just wink?
Just a quick note: I do NOT have depression, as far as I know. I'm just really good at writing about sad stuff? I don't know, but I'll try to write about happy poems, but for some reason writing about sad stuff is easier.
pearson Apr 2015
Blankness*

Such a wonderful thing
Yet so blissful and terrible
At the same moment

And it's hard to know
If they want to hear my thoughts
Or if they are simply pushing me down

Down down down I'm dragged,
Until I only know who cannot be trusted
And then a light

But it is not pure
Only one to deceive me
And it hurts to think
That my "friends" have all made
This life so confusing

But I found light
With a friend that's a boy
{Do you have a problem with that?}

And he's really nice
But he has a girlfriend
And soon after our seats change
He is off to practically
Ignoring me

Struggling through class without him
Is like breathing without oxygen

And when that day comes
When he finally talks to me again
I know that I will have something to gain
This is a REALLY random poem. So . . . Yeah. Really random.
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