1.I miss the way you laughed at my singing because you felt I always "tried too hard."

2. I miss you giving me the cold shoulder. It meant you cared. But now it means something else.

3. I miss how awake and alert you are in the morning. I miss pushing you and your too much energy self off because I wasn't awake enough yet.

4. I miss your sarcastic jokes that were always followed by a hug and a "I love you" with a chuckle.

5. I miss how silly our conversations were. We talked about everything and anything. You would say "How the hell did the universe come up with you?"

6. I miss the more deep conversations. You looked at the ground while my fingertips drew circles on your back. Your eyes would close and you slowed your breathing. I miss the stillness and that silence. Theres nothing I wouldn't give to trade this silence for that silence.

7. I miss the play fighting. I remember one time someone said "At first, I thought you guys were being serious but then I saw the way he looked at you." If only you could look at me like that again. Like nothing else mattered.

8. I miss your arms and the way it made me feel like I spent all of my life being in the wrong places. The only place, the one place, I belonged was in your arms.

9. I miss your awful jokes. I miss laughing not because I thought it was funny but because you said it and nothing made my heart feel more joy than you.

10. I miss you. I miss the amount of pride I felt standing next to you. I miss the fighting and the screaming and the slamming doors and the making up and the heartache and the pain. It was everything and nothing. It was painful but wonderful. It was all that I imagined love to be. I can't seem to say goodbye but I know you want me to.

You may think that you are alone but you  not
There is always people standing right beside you
Never doubt yourself
Have faith and never give up
Giving up shows that you are weak
When actually you are strong
Show how strong you are
Prove it to everyone out there
Stand with your head held up high and with confidence
Confidence is the key to success

she looked at her reflection in the mirror
as a single tear escaped her eyes
she choked on words she could never say
and wondered if their words were really lies
she had been promised the world
yet here she stood afraid and alone
she stared at her scars and recent cuts
and she knew she would never belong
she would never be enough for anyone
thats what the voices in her head seemed to say
she wasn't even worth the air she breathed
she wasted away more and more each day
scars where either a comfort or a reminder to the pain
she liked them more at the darkest of night
but in the light of the day the others saw
and wondered why she was never alright
why her whole body shook when men were around
why those memories were never erased
why her lips quivered when she was addressed
why she never spoke out of place
she cuts to feel and feel and feel
but there is nothing to erase that ache
so she feels the pain day and night
so that her fragile heart won't break

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When the inflated crunching sky turns into the black hole, one by one the expected stars slowly falling on the horizon, sudden deep dark clouds cover the silky face of moon, or the earth takes the full moon.

Long, long shadows darken the meadows, southern wind can’t open your closed window at all, standing along on the curve of a road, a sigh to fly in the wind, roaming heart finding a home.

See the mystic form of the known objects, distant standing old banyan tree suppose to feel a lonely friend of mine, a friend of rootless time, when silly, bogus thoughts engulfed me, want to break up but change does not cry out.

Melancholy beauty in the dark, floating with the imagine gulls in the sky, draw the red sun on the canvas of dark sky within the wings of dream, again see you are playing with the seven colors across my unfinished sky.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

his hands were like silk;
     gentle, soft, and cold
his eyes were like the ocean;
     deep, mysterious, cold
his heart was like a stone;
     dark, unique, cold

he never really told me why
he never really gave a reason
he never talked, he was way too shy
and we didn't last the summer season

maybe if it had been different
maybe if he wasn't him
maybe if I was better
maybe if I was cold within

I love him now
I'll love him later
but we are not good together,
because we are both COLD

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he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
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