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They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
you always listen.
even when perhaps you don’t want to.
but you always do,
you never make it known that you don’t.
and I thank you.
from the bottom of my heart,
with all I have to give,
I thank you.
you respect me,
you look out for me,
you’re always there to listen.
I’m lucky to know you,
to have you in my life.
not everyone is as fortunate,
to have someone like you.
I needed to share,
and only you would listen.
you taught me what kindness is,
what it’s like to receive it selflessly.
I wish I could repay you,
in words or gifts or time.
but frankly nothing can ever match
the gentleness you’ve bestowed on me.
d.c.

helped me not to fear
This is my last poem
So I will make it great
I wished I could’ve seen
Look on your face
When you found me
Unconscious and no breath to take
For this a simple reason
I couldn’t been saved
I drowned in stress and depression
With is no one to blame
So don’t put rip on anything
Cause it was meant this way
And to my friends
I’m sorry that I let you down
I wasn’t always happy when I was around
And to my parents
I should’ve let you in
And to my brothers and sisters
I wasn’t strong as you think
I’m sorry, but you aren’t to be blamed.
Would you miss me would you cry
If suddenly I were to die
How would you remember me
And would you write me poetry
Would you miss our daily chats
And all the fun that we begat
Would you have any regrets
Would you wish that we had met
Would you keep me in your heart
Remembering my works of art
Would you mourn your special friend
If suddenly my life would end
Contemplating my life and mortality with regards to my friends
An owl
Told me
Once upon many times,
That I must
Love valiantly,
Toss fear to the wind.

But when I'm alone
Defenseless,
Stuck in a limbo;
Infinite possibilities await,
Sir Owl, I pray thee
Teach me:
How do I love
When I'm afraid
To    
     F
       A
          L
             L ?
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
 Nov 2018 Knowledge's Curse
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The moon does not veil herself in the cloak of the night sky,
And whispers of no apologies for her flaws:
The craters, scars, and all else that manifests her.
In spite of her imperfections,
She shines with a light brighter than that of the seven heavens.
I was always more scared of being abandoned than I was of being destroyed.
 Nov 2018 Knowledge's Curse
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Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Sometimes, words are not enough to tell what we really feel and most words doesn't fit to the emotions we are holding.
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