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 Feb 2015 cherry rose
DC raw love
If you don't know ask
No question is a dumb question

The words Yes & No
Are complete sentences
no need to explain

your thoughts are your own
your life is always second

be your own person
who cares what other people think

if you do nothing wrong
**** them

stay real
never put up a front
never lie

live to help someone
show that you care

if you need help
i can find it for you, seriously

i always open my mouth
step in if something is wrong

i talk a lot
I carry a wise mind

i am somewhat demanding
i don't mean to be overpowering, but I sometimes do

i don't *******
i keep it real

I diffidently know what i'm doing
I don't play games

And I am no better the the next person
I just follow a different agenda

love another
 Feb 2015 cherry rose
Hinata
Tick tock,
goes the clock.
Purr purr,
Goes the refrigerator.
Drip drip,
Goes the sinks occasional drip.
Squeak squeak,
Goes the mouse who's ever so meek.
Woof woof,
Goes the distant dog.
It's quiet now,
Only with occasional sounds.
Solitude,
Sweet, torturous solitude.
Notice how all these sounds are things I knew,
The only thing missing is you.
 Feb 2015 cherry rose
Hinata
Ever since I was a little girl, I saw things no one saw.
I always looked at the world with awe.
I saw the beauty in people who weren't loved,
In every ******, outcast, and victim.
I was isolated from the world,
For I was merely a girl.
While girls liked dolls and wanted to be Daphane from ****** doo,
I wanted to be Velma and do what all the boys wanted to do.
I robe my bike around my yard,
Even though I would fall on the rocks and hit the pavement really hard.
I had little friends,
I was weird to no end.
I tried to be normal,
I tried to catch up to the people.
However, they didn't see me,
I would just be left all lonely.
I hated elementary,
They only reminded me of being lonely.
I wanted to leave,
I wanted to be free.
I remember that wish as I hung out at the swings,
How I wished that I had wings.
I wanted escape the oppression of my school and home,
I wanted a real friends and I hoped.
Boys were always first.
At home, it was not different, they were the worst.
My older sister said that I had everything that I wanted,
That I was a spoiled brat and unwanted.
My older brother would push me and grab me by the arm,
Saying that I was in the way, causing even more harm.
My mom sided with them,
She only didn't want to get in trouble from HIM.
My dad,
The core of troubles, the only one I can't stand.
Always putting boys first,
Teaching us girls that our job was to cater to them and worst.
We had no say,
We had to do everything he wants in order to stay.
I found no beauty in the family,
It was rotten to the core, it was greedy.
I was hoping that they would see the things that I see,
Stop the nightmares from my closet from coming after me.
I wished they stopped arguing,
I wished they were a real family.
I had no escape,
I didn't even have my own dreams to escape.
I was haunted by nightmares and arguments,
I wanted them all to end.
I would watch a monster from my closet **** everyone near me,
Coming after me.
No one listened,
I was mistaken.
I grew older and eventually stopped pretending,
I shut myself in my walls and shielding.
In the 3rd grade, I stopped wearing pink,
I stopped listening.
I hid behind a frown,
I stopped chasing after the ones who weren't around.
I became an adult when I was young,
I didn't even have a childhood to be proud of.
I couldn't stop seeing beauty,
But I refused to be a victim to their cruelty.
I was an empty shell of a innocent girl,
A young soul who saw the beauty in the world.
I had kept this charade for a couple of years,
Then my wall started to get cracks and tears.
I remember people who saw me,
I remember the ones who became my friends and, later, family.
They finally came,
They finally saw me for who I am and didn't want me to change.
My walls took heavy fire,
It was weakening more than I had desired.
I was scared,
What if they didn't really care?
We went on to high school,
Still friends from middle school.
Then he came into my life,
Putting an end to my shell to hide.
My love came and pulled me out of my shell,
Promising freedom from this hell.
I couldn't believe it,
I didn't think that I was getting what I wished.
My angel with black and red wings,
He's finally come to save me.
They came to save me,
My friends and my real family.
 Feb 2015 cherry rose
Hinata
Dream
 Feb 2015 cherry rose
Hinata
I don't care who you are,
I don't care if you're a famous star.
I don't care what you do,
I don't care which family it was that you grew.
I don't care who said about anything,
I don't care if you're the next big thing.
I don't care if you're up in ranks above,
I don't care if you're the only person I love.
I don't care about anything,
DON'T MAKE FUN OF SOMEONE'S DREAM!
 Feb 2015 cherry rose
Hinata
They're screaming,
They're calling your name.
They're coming,
Hide from your shame.
They're closer now,
Run while you still can.
Hide from the sounds,
They see you from where you stand.
It's too late,
There is no escape.
They're coming for you
She loved her special prince
Her soul belonged to Maelon
But her father would not allow it so
For she had been promised to wed another

She prayed to her God to forget her true love
And an Angel came down to visit her
Granting a sweet potion to erase his memory
So that she could forget him forever

But it also meant that Maelon would be trapped
To be encased within a block of ice
Then her God decided to grant Dwynwen three wishes
And she knew for what she had to do

She wished for Maelon to be thawed and saved
She wished for the hopes and the dreams
Be granted for all of the true lovers
But the third wish, she would never marry

She formed her convent on Llandwyn
This is where she stayed, until Death took her
The remains of her church can still be seen
She will always be our patron saint of lovers




5th Century saint ... copyright Chris Smith 2010
Poetry isn't about the words,
Or the emotions,
Or sounding beautiful,
Or looking smart,
Or knowing big words
Like ephemeral.
It isn't about alliteration
Or similes and metaphors.
Poetry is about what it doesn't say.
The silence between the words,
That's what matters.
 Jan 2015 cherry rose
Ocean Blue
Things will be okay
Just give me your hand
I will take you
Through the dust
And the noise and the fire
And the madness
Of the weeping city
Trust me and
Follow me
I will lead you
To the silent harbor
Of painless eternity.
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