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Bianca J Cortez Jun 2014
I sit at my window seal
Watching the raindrops fall
As people go by
All in a rush
Work, appointments, job searches
Responsibilities, children, lovers
Rushing emotions through their bodies
They are all millions of miles away
But nowhere near the place they should be
The simplest of accusations
May spin their mind so
Till headaches distinguish their thoughts
The way pills no longer employ

Have they forgotten how to fly?
To stand still and look out into the world
To enjoy the smell of summer after a storm
To wear warm laundry in the winter
To see the leaves change color in the fall
To see life rebirth itself in spring
And to reach up to the countless stars
While our imagination would let us touch them
Not in the way we touch our keyboards every day
But in the special way that we touch once in a lifetime
The way our souls intertwine with the Universe
And the stars join us in our infinite journey
Not as individuals but as drops in our gigantic ocean
Pulling us in to clasp each other's hands
And be a part of the circle of life
Bianca J Cortez Jun 2014
Let there be heroes for the young 'uns
Who don't know any better.
Enjoy the emotions while they last
For before long they will be nowhere to be found
Create your own myth
Build your own legends
Discover your own unique identity

Live for today
Dream for the future
So we may make of the past **a beautiful memory
your worth doesn't come from
the things you've done or
the things you'll do or
the color of your skin or
the way you dress or
the way you look.

your worth doesn't come from
the words people have labeled you with or
what they think of you or
how many people follow you on twitter.
your worth doesn't even come from you.

it comes from the fact
that you are here
that you're alive
that you haven't given up on life
that you're still fighting
and smiling
even when you're falling apart.

your worth is yours and
no one can take that away from you.
Bianca J Cortez Jun 2014
For it is better to look back and say;
"Wow, I cannot believe that I did that!"
Than to look back and think;
"****, I should have done that!"

**Live for today
Dream for tomorrow
So the past can be
A beautiful memory
Bianca J Cortez Jun 2014
Lonely on a summer eve'
I reckon I've but my pet peeve
Friends calling up here and there
Staring into my window flair
Waking up to see me smile
Yet I cannot seem to dial
As I cannot recall the numbers
And my fingers struggle like cucumbers
Hardly bearing the cold of night
To just for once disfavor a sensational flight..
For you, Anna Schmitt
Bianca J Cortez Jun 2014
"I hate you."*
"Yes, you."
"Ah, it feels good to say that again."
"I have *forbidden
myself to hate, but after all, it is nothing more than a word."
"Hold up, let's be real. It's okay to say it and not mean it. And it's okay to mean it too. As long as you don't take it further than the word."
"Alright, hopefully I'll remember that next time."
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