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Treasured
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Good & Great friends
Apologies, This
Zany creature
Expects you all to be disappointed
Rightfully so.

I saw your mind,
I said *******,
Not on the darkness that lurked around,
But on the fact that you think you're a waste of space.
To me,
You will be the best,
The thought of perfection surrounds you,
So when you think I was afraid of the darkness inside,
And getting upset,
It was not because you shown me the darkness,
It was because you concocted,
A thought that you are underserving of life,
When I could not see anyone,
No one on the whole Earth,
More deserving of life,
Than you.

He claimed to be a poet
Though his words
Could never show it
Because he'd never known
What words to describe
The most beautiful
Artist he'd ever known.

He claimed to be proficient
With usage of words
Yet he could never find
The exact words that came
To mind
When he wanted to write
About the talented artist.

He suggested to a thousand
Strangers
That his word
Changes
With every thought
But yet he saw no change
In his words
When he wrote about
The smartest girl
He'd ever known.

He tried to tie
The threads of his mind
The knots within his soul
Over what words to use
To form a string of words
Befitting someone
As amazing as her.
Yet, none came to mind,
None did occur
Over what words
Described her
Except; indescribable.

I took this name as a tribute to what we used to do;
I took this name as a tribute to nobody but you,
I remember laying under the cover of the stars,
Under the cover of the night sky that sat so far.
I remember being near you, before everything happened;
We spoke a lot, not really sure what the other was asking,
Just a constant chatter over useless dribble of topics
But under the star's light, our problems were microscopic.

I remember the last days, seeing your smile that hid the pain you'd hide,
I wished so hard for what I heard not to be true, every shooting stars,
Every passing cars, praying that you weren't deep underneath;
And then, for the final time, I started counting stars until I cried.

Sunrise, sunrise
To my surprise
You've caught my eyes
Caught between lies
And our demise
I still wonder.

Had things been different
What of it then?
I still miss you
I don't know why
I just still do.
I can hear your outcries
A part of me dies
And I'm still stuck,
Still stuck here.

I wonder if you
Ever really did love me
But the thoughts
Have become confirmed
You never really did
Love me.
And yet
I still wish the sun
Never ever sets.

I don't want to have to
Walk this Earth alone
Maybe this is retribution
For a sin I must atone.

Please just please stop
Please stop reappearing
In my memories,
Even if it's temporary
It haunts me
Because my heart
Still skips a line
And tears itself apart
For you.

I miss you,
I wonder if you
Ever missed me too.

You let the world
Tear us apart
And as toes curled
You left a hole in my heart.

The dust settles in;
I lay one hand over,
Sweep the cobwebs
Wipe the carvings.
I leave you flowers
Settled on grass,
Along with phrases
that I never had
A chance to speak;
I lay onto you
Those words of
How I love you
...
I guess the
proper words:
'Happy fathers day'.

I wish I was sober.
I'm stumbling,
Falling,breaking
and my path
has been one of
crooked winding roads.
I wish I was sober,
and not a man
who is drunk
by the search
of love.
Hoping that love
can ease my pain
heal my wounds
erase my flaws
embrace my strengths
and fix my broken bits.

I've heard of men
Dying at war
Answering nations call
Or coming back
With a burden
Known as PTSD.

I've heard of hearts
Bursting from hatred
Flames igniting monks
To defend what is sacred
I've heard of hearts
Healing from love
And flames burning
For progression of
A society.

I've heard of people dying
At a battlezone whilst
Watching the alive
Die with them,
All suffering the same fate
Yet I'd never imagined
That racism somehow survived
Kept breathing and alive
By bigots who have no better cause
To fight for.
Racism somehow survived
By the flames that burnt
Destruction upon society
Rather than progression,
Racism somehow survived
As though bigots
Lacked the knowledge of sobriety,
Left their brain intoxicated
From all the colors they hated
Till they became rotten.
How the **** did racism survive,
When we couldn't even bring our soldiers home alive?

Celestial bodies shimmer and shines
Casting light upon the forlorn
Unable to envision good signs
Tampering with souls to adorn.

Guidance exists in feasibility
The fading stars leave to lead the way
But tragic minds sat on fragility
Struggling to search for a brighter day.

She stood tall alike her physique,
He stood weak as a waste,
But verbal abuse is never weak,
So artillery launches like copy and paste.

She stood a little closer to the ground,
Her head never once looked up,
And she knew one day she won't be around,
Because she'd finally had enough.

He stood a little higher to the skies,
Using her pain as a solid ground foundation,
Denying all responsibilities of the lies,
He had help contorted into creation.

She wasted into nothingness,
An overwhelming dark light burning into her soul,
Creating nothing but darkness,
Into a void that left her being ,like a black hole.

He stood prouder by the seconds, of all the names,
As though guts and glory made him feel pride,
When he should have been feeling ashamed,
For he was the reason that she cried....

She didn't stop at crying though,
Because the words never once stopped,
So from then on all she had known,
Was the certainty that her shoulders dropped.

As his light glistened in the fame of high school life,
Her light dimmed with every word said in strife,
And soon enough he had fame right and left,
While she fell into dark despair and eventually death.

She lays beneath the ground now,
With roses filling up to the skies,
As though somehow,
No one partook in the harmful lies.

He stands tall,
As she wastes away,
And with his pride and *****,
She never saw another day.

[I miss you...]

If you love me, do not read my poems
For when you have finished reading,
You will no longer love me.

You can speak of love
But can you cherish it
When it perishes
Shall you heal
Or shall you seek
To find what has broke

Staring at my phone
As I hope I recieve a call
Afraid to die alone
I still stand proud and tall.

To think my fascination with her
Became so obsessive and absurd
I still remain the only person she deter
The blues sung by my heart, goes unheard

Nothing ever goes my way I believed
But yet i still cling onto hope.
My heart has been decieved
And I still look at life through a scope.

I held a smile that stretched cheek to cheek
But inside my room everything is dull and bleak
Outside of my room, I am a vibrant rainbow
But inside my room, I bury a pain no one knows.

I relive the memories of a shattered tie between friends
Because no matter how positive I try to be, things end,
And I keep my head held up high outside my room
While inside I fold my arms and descend into gloom.

I smile for you but I cry for me,
Tissues that wipe away eye seas,
So that inside my room I died
and outside my room, I lied.

Dear Princessv
I hope your strength carries you
That your shoulders won't crumble.
It is a difficult time, I can barely imagine,
I give my sincerest condolences to you
And your family.
Until next time

- Star Gazer.

"Oh! That's so random."* said the girl in pink.
Her beautiful eyes an enamouring ice blue.
She spoke with a vivacious smile as perky as a wink.
"Oh? That's so random?" questioned the boy too.

So as he stared into her eyes,
A strong attraction like cloud to skies,
He knew they weren't telling lies,
And to his strange surprise.

It was random, beating in tandem,
His heart rate fluctuated,
He finally said "my heart for you is random"
With a coltish smile she said *"i guess we must be fated"

Thick fogs, arid air
Clueless dreamers
With breath to spare
Opposed preachers.

Impossible ensues
Roaming along streets
In dilapidated shoes
As sweat secretes.

Call it luck, call it chance
Running through hail
Heavy breaths & broken pants
For fake friends to regale.

I swapped a smile for this poem
A pearly gates of a beautiful angel
And though I am not one to smile
Upon gazing at teeth that shone
As bright as the stars, I smiled.
A warmth exuded from a simple
Smile.
A heartbeat skipped from a simple
Smile.
A poem was written on a simple
Smile.
I could write a poem on 'pretty'
But I would rather write it on pity
Like
O' how I pitied myself to not be
Able to stand in front of such a smile.
The smile that speaks volumes
Like a sun ridding the Earth of gloom,
For each smile
Came from a precious and pure heart.
A rose with thorns that held no harm
A rose that was labeled as beautiful
Not out of popularity nor simple looks
But from a combination of looks and heart,
The kindest rose that sat amongst the chaos
We know now as Earth.

One blow of the candle,
And the flame we had,
That should still be ignited,
Is no longer in our handle.

The flame is no longer there.
There's no point of I miss you's,
For at the end of it all,
Even the strongest flame is blue.

Over too quickly,
Too many promises,
That we just couldn't,
keep.

I'm sorry for everything.

What if humans didn't have eyebrows
Would we all just hide out
Or would we spend our nights out,
because monsters should not be seen in daylight
and the moon is always in our favour.
We're werewolves and vampires,
And the blue skies lit by the sun
did not belong to us.

We are monsters after all, and daylight
meant exposing ourselves to ridicule and judgement,
as though we could never find beauty in simple;
it is perfect circled smiles with dimples
that were considered cute, and the larger angles
were obtuse while the smaller are acute.

We label it 'fashion statement'
it is make-up on faces,
constant changing tastes,
just to fit in with the popular.
The masses, the larger groups;
always stuck on "what is the latest scoop"
as though life was one big cone of ice cream.


We've been in and out before
We've been through open doors,
We've built buildings
To create ceilings.
Just to keep monsters
and the less popular,
inside.
Stuck between being buried six feet under
and the ceiling.

Ambient reverberation of car tyres on dry asphalt,
Engines roaring their melodious tune
Never once did the noises surrounding ever halt
As I move my attention to the moon.

The moon had a different shade of blue and grey
Its light warms my shivery shoulder
Beauty is in the beholder as humans always say
But beauty is in simple things like solder.

I've arrived at a junction where stars are simple,
They are the tiny specks of unformed moon
Like the little indentation on faces known as dimples
They are the beauty of a deflated balloon.

A deflated balloon will remain beautiful
Always more than its purpose, dutiful,
For it represented happiness and fun,
No one ever looked sad holding a balloon...

constant up and downs
like we're looking to find
but never actually found
that peaceful inner place
but maybe that inner space
isn't exactly a space
we were ever meant to find.
Maybe we were meant to find
it in someone else
a simple beg for help
a simple cry or yelp,
it's magical.
But maybe magic wasn't
ever meant to be found
in ourselves but in others.
We've found food from our mothers,
caught fights with our brothers
taught love to others
and even frowned upon fathers.
Maybe magic isn't something inside us,
maybe magic is inside people that we love,
the strength to lift a heavy car
or leap tall buildings in a single jump
maybe the only way to rise is up
and maybe we can only do it by love,
but life is full of maybes
and in December, bees seem to disappear,
maybe to never reappear
but the sting will always be there.
One thing we can be certain
is that we can always find magic
in someone else
and at most times,
a little inkling of magic
is left in ourselves.

Let's realise that happiness isn't magic,
it just feels magical
and maybe we can spread this magic,
because maybe's exist in our world.
We may not be all wizards or witches
but lets try to cast a little happiness
to the ones we love.

Crescent sillhouette beaming
Upon the darkened canvas
Street lights laid over beauty
And the vast sky remains.

No stars lit up the night
No illumination in sight
Till I looked upon your face
For you are the brightest star.

Creating a surface
For a new purpose
As they cut,tuck, snip
and continuously clip
on their body.

Touch on makeup
That you're fake enough
To finally become
a shine in the sun
that is considered hot.

Create a creature
that contains features
of more plastic
as well as more tragic
and less unique.

A facade
that becomes so hard
to ever let go.

Two trains came to a stop at a station,
Our eyes met one another behind the glass
I was going away from the city
And you towards the city.
We were close yet felt so immeasurably far
I placed my hand on the freezing glass
And you aligned your hands in the same manner
We were like an inmate and his wife
Separated by a sheer glass.

The trains started to move
And we were cursed with the heartbreak affliction,
Our trains were moving in opposite directions.

Struggling to stay alive,
We found ways to survive,
That was when we found love.
A feel that the sky is over us,
That it will always be above,
And the clouds rained of fluff,
Showering us in nothing but love.

Love penetrates the clouds,
To let the sunshine pass through,
For wherever the sky enshrouds,
There lives a little love too.

To your surprise, she's crying.
Cuts and scratches dripping blood
With her own shredded skin
Rain crimson pain that was
no longer dripping from the glands
of her eyes.

'I'm ok' she lies,
And as the blue sky rain heartache
The storms shadow casts over her
And the darkness within her
completely surrounds her every breath,
'I'm ok' she says,
As she awaits her own mortal ending,
her death.

When I finally convinced myself that you loved me,
I could feel the hesitation that sits amongst your soul,
How can you ever love a being built with ugly?
How could one ever love broken pieces rather than a whole?

I could hear the hissing noise of your mind
As you told me you loved me-
With each day, each word spoken-
It became a pinpoint to where I lost myself.

So I wait for your words like
an unopened book.
till you message me again,
and talk to me.
Till then, my heart remains silent.

It was a vacuum, airless lands
And I stood with jaws agaped
Over her pristine gem like beauty
Her smile rained jewels from her teeth.

The best things in life
Leave you breathless
And she, was better than best
She was priceless.

Priceless princess prance
With twists and turns in her step
And while others crawled
Priceless princess leapt.

She leapt right into my heart.

I'm tired of living my life on the lines that people speak
I have lived half my life on lines that people drew
Now I judge my own mind wishing that I knew
That sometimes you don't have to fit in with the popular.

I'm tired of being pigeonholed into a category
I have seen the imprisonment of my own personality
Where the only existing escape goes against normality
And society has become a flock of wardens.

I'm tired of colouring in between the lines
Or slaying dragons to rescue the damsel in distress
And though the dawn rises to a new end, I must confess
That keeping in between the lines, keeps me safe.

*I am not dead, but nor am I living...

Congratulations to the girl who’s finally taking time
to go and see a guy. I hope he is sublime
and that everything for you goes just fine
because after all it’s not my concerns, you ain’t even mine.
Anywho I’m back to the world
with words unspoken, ideals and values hurled
into conversation and bring it all up again.
******* forget locking myself in the den
because my egos inflated
my mind and soul’s separated
I’m prepared for the future
no longer dwelling over a stupid creature
Reality ******* me
because **** it, awesome is what I’ll be
now people tell me I’m in over my head
but **** it, I’m me and that’s all that’s needed to be said.
Selling the sadness away and swapping it for my pride
because the old me has died
and now the worlds meeting with the new soul supplied.
I still congratulate you none the less
and wish that everything goes bless
and now of to my holidays I go
to escape the past and feel a new soul flow.
Admit being stupid over imagination
got me being dumb like I needed consolidation,
well **** it I’m to cool to fall for this desperation
and now like I said I’m of to my new destination.

Ever sneak a glance at the stars
Realizing the flashing white lights
Imitates a team of soccer players
Kicking a ball through an open field
Offering sweat and heart to victory.

White as the night, the stars lay above,
Heavenly bodies rain hail of beauty
If only they could talk back
Tickle the fancies of astronomers
Tell the tale of a thousand nights
Accumulated in the dispersion of lights
Kissing goodbye to the canvas that is night
Earth bound stars shooting through the sky
Reached the grounds yet shined in the dark.

If only time was plenty and life was plenty more.

Memories of stars come and gone
Invisible to those who don't look to love
Shrinked to an infinitesimal
Surrendered lights of a burnt out star.

Yesterday's night differed from todays
Operated under a different hail
Umbrellas sheltering a different beauty.

You're my pillars when I'm crumbling,
I regret to say I've never wanted you...
You're my clutch when I'm stumbling-
Over my regret of not letting our lips lock.

I hid behind a shadow like a lunar eclipse,
To afraid to say what lingers in my heart,
How I wanted nothing more than to steal a kiss,
But I hope we don't start to grow apart...

When I fess up to these feelings, to tell you
That I may have made a mess before,
But I hope this is where I start again, I like you-
And I hope I could redeem myself, as yours.

I'm only a figment of the man you never knew,
I've grown braver with you on my mind,
*I can say it with lips untouched that I like you
And I hope that you like me too.

I have seen my fair share of beauty,
It's your beauty I wish to see everyday;
of all the diamonds my hands have held,
It's the diamond that is your hand I long to hold.
I am enchanted by your presence.
I have fallen for the feel of your kind heart.

Every action has an equal or opposite reaction,
What am I to do, I've no clue on how to love others;
I've no clue on how to love others that isn't you,
I fall, stumble and plummet at the sight of your smile,
For I have not learn to love others, the way I have, you.

Thank you to mystery girl,
Who showed me life can still be fun.
Thank you to Lucinda
Who showed me I'm not as bad as my mind sees.
Thank you to SPT
Who showed me what being a grown up really means.
That sometimes life will not be in your favour,
But still enjoy it.
Thank you to Nameless
Who showed me that there's always someone who can help,
That sometimes giving up is the best option.
Thank you to Impeccable Space Poettess,
Who showed me that sometimes a little care goes a long way,
Thank you to Julie
Who showed me that no matter how heavy a heartbreak is,
It will come to pass.
That although people walk different paths,
The experiences are similar.
Thank you to Mandie
Who showed me that if you follow your dreams,
You will find your happy place.

You can make a house into a home
But you can not make a home into a house.

Build the bricks with clay and shale
But reinforce it with memories
Reinforce it with all the inner emotions.

Place a roof made of tiles or veneer
But reinforce it with warmth
Reinforce it with the care you need.

Turn the walls and a roof
Into more than just walls and roof
Turn a house into a home.