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It didn't feel like anything

The moment he kissed me

He was the perfect stranger

whom I've gotten along with

but the kiss was so sudden

I could've been filled with rage

Instead, it's this kiss I hunger

even if I'm not in love with him
One of those "Last night, I..." stories of mine.
 Apr 2015 Batrisyia Hanin
Carolin
A nerd who loves
numbers and letters.
A nerd who wears geeky
glasses and attends all
her classes. A nerd who
bathes in literature every
night and can speak to him
in the language of poetry.
He fell in love with a nerd
like me* ~
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https://www.facebook.com/Carolin.Poetry
Her feet are cold
Her head is warm
Why wasn't He told?
Why did no one warn?

His love is dying
Deep, drowning pain
And there's no point in trying
The tries would be in vain.

She waited for him
Who she dearly yearned
And when he was finally seen
She got nothing in return.

So she walked away
But his spell, oh so strong
Would make her walk his way
And believe nothing was wrong.

But this time she regrets
Standing under the rain
Protecting him from Bullets,
For this time they pierced her brain.
Am I a poet?

Because I so happen
To write down
Terrible tragedies
So beautifully.

Am I a poet?

For simply writing
Every emotion
You could never
Put into words.

Am I a poet?

For my inspiration
Deriving from
What I see and
People I encounter.

Am I a poet?

When in actuality,
I'm just thinking
Outside of the box
I learned to treasure.*

- (A.F)
For the ones that
use poetry as a therapy.

Copyright © 2015 Art Flores.
All Rights Reserved.
I heard
That you can
Buy happiness
Now-a-days,
So how much
Can I get for
Twenty-five cents?

Because
I'm sure you know
The grass is not
Always greener
On the other side
Of the fence.*

- (A.F)
For the ones that know
money doesn't buy happiness.

Copyright © 2015 Art Flores.
All Rights Reserved.
She seemed innocent at first,
Now she's stealing men's hearts.*

- (A.F)
For the ones that
intend to do harm with their smiles.

Copyright © 2015 Art Flores.
All Rights Reserved.
I almost made it,
I play scenes over and over again in my mind,
Almost kissed her,
Almost loved that girl,
Almost made that play,
Almost saved my brother,
Almost had her say what she was really thinking,
Almost sold that car,
Almost wasn't depressed for a year and a half,
I almost was happy,
I was just a few years too old,
I just didn't have a car,
I almost believed in myself,
I almost didn't give up,
I'm so young but I'm almost dead,
Life goes on just a bit too long,
I almost want a fast forward,
Yeah yeah it's nice and all, but, let's skip to the end,
Oh I almost know where I'll go,
Cuz' I can't stop looking at where I've been,
I'll just keep eating my own tail,
And I'll almost get what I want,
Almost, but not quite.
Remember how our lips once spoke their own language
And recall how my hands knew only your skin
Our hearts once danced in fire
Plunging in flames again and again

Bury me in the graveyard of your memories
And think of me fondly as I become soil
Keep me in wandering thoughts
Til the day we both shed this mortal coil
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