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The challenge I created. Check it out #bookpoemchallenge

I have always been against hate

and believed in one love

until I realized

that I actually hate your freaking guts

Turn off the lights,
don't wait for me

Don't wait for me
I'm a weight

Putting you down

When you were interested in me,
I didn't know how to react
Was I gonna allow you to deeply see?
Or just pass through the facts?

I didn't know it then,
but both choices had their consequences.

I chose what I thought was the best for me,
but was it really?

Hey everyone,

I'd like to propose a challenge.

Grab a book, any book, and open to page 49.
6th line.
5th word.
Make a poem, and use that word as its title.
Be sure to make sense, and relate the topic to title!

Tag your poems as bookpoemchallenge so I can check them out. I'll be sure to like, comment, add to collection, share the poems which I enjoyed reading.
Best of luck.

This year was a really good one
and I have God to thank for that

I learned to focus on the process
and not on the result
to really be honest
and to never insult

I learned that people change
and feelings range
from full
to null

I learned to place my happiness
in the One and only who will never let me down
To take life's crappiness
with a smile rather than a frown

To work hard
and pray for the best
To take in regard,
with how much I'm blessed

To love myself
and my quirkiness,
To not place feelings on the shelf
for other's cleanliness

To be confident
about all of me
And to compliment
things I liked to see

To treat things
as I want them to be,
and so they shall be
within my conformity

To improve
with every minute
and to move
forward with no limit

To take each day
as it comes
rather than sway
on possibilities, tons

To love,
and to love,
and to be.

Why did I say
"you are forgiven"
and not
"I forgive you"

Because
you are not forgiven by only me
but by my eyes, and my heart too
by my neurons and synapses,
and by my cheeks and fingers.

Because
you are not forgiven by only me
but by all my pieces too.

Quotes tell us
not to make promises
we can't keep

But how could we know now
what shall happen then?

What promises we can
or cannot
keep
in the future?

I say
Promise trial
Promise you will try

I say

Do not
make people
believe
what you don't even know
to be true.

Food.
How can I repay you?

You give but never take
And yes, I mean all that excessive weight.

when it comes to you, I am always weak
I hear you calling "You deserve a treat!"
Then I remember you can't even speak

You got me going insane
as I hear you calling out my name

Food.

because of you, weight I will gain
and yes, I will never hide with disdain

and I know you have been my therapist for very long
but it is time for me to move along

Don't worry, this isn't the end
you will always be my closest friend

But there's certain advice I need to take
habits I need to break

Food.

Your magnificence is complex, made of the worst, and made of the best
I've only got to know one part of you,
and It's time for me to explore the rest...

Well of course  I love you sweetie
but I  just love  my friends more, that's all

And lets face it
we both know who's gonna kick your sorry ****

when **this relationship ends

Imagine how love fades
after it invades
the privacy of every thought

Imagine how words dissolve
after they evolve
into frustrating emotions

Imagine how people leave
after they receive
all what they want


The first questions is
why do you feel empty inside?

Didn't love (once) take your side?
Didn't words always abide?
Didn't people sweeten the ride?


Things that took a part of you,
gave another part back.


The second question is
weren't you the one who let them take parts of you?

Didn't you allow love's invasion?
Didn't you accept word's evolution?
Didn't you add people to your life's equation?

Things that take a part of you
only take it when you let them to.


The third question is
didn't they make you the person you are?

would you change it if you could?

It all starts with a single glance
followed by a few words of fluttering romance

that's when the lies begin
and trust me, deep down we know

however, we still choose to go down that same road
because although its a road of lies, its a road of loving lies

*and who doesn't like to feel loved?

The day
you were born
was the day
I started **living

If you want it,

                                                                                              you can have it.

                                                           But know

                    
                                       that                    I'm                      not                

                                                                  *it

They say that a girl's biggest lie is "I'm fine",
but I don't care what they say.
I'm fine.

I don't write to drag you within my deepest miseries
I write...
to drag myself out

It's one of those times again,
when I wonder what happened

and it's one of those times
when I remember and go back
trying to figure out
the crack

I might be justifying,
wrongly here.
and this poem
might all be based
on wrong perception.
It might all be-
just a logical assumption,
I have come up with
in the middle of the night
to help myself
sleep

But

It was both of our faults,
mostly mine

I guess we tried to change each other
until we no longer knew
what we loved in
one another

we were so indecisive of
what we wanted
each other to be

and perhaps all the love in the world
couldn't erase
the repressed feelings we had
of being forced to change

I hope you understand.

You once asked me
what I'd do
if you asked me to stop being friends
with you

I said
- "I'd ask why,
and I'd feel sad"
- "I'd never be the
same person again"
- "But I can't really force someone
to be my friend"

You thought
I needed to fight more
for you

and then you said
"Know that will never happen."
"I would never ask you to stop being friends."

You never did,
You just left.

I'm no longer the same person

So I guess,
in a way
we both kept
our words.

who else would find crying weakness
other than a bully

A year ago, I was stupid.
I remember the butterflies I used to feel in my tummy when you texted.
Oh what a fool I was.
Trying to fit in a world where I did not belong in.

Today, I am stupid.
Because next year,
I would probably look back on a mistake I am currently involved in.
Oh well, maybe one day I'll run out of mistakes,
or I might just start calling them lessons.

Until then, I am stupid.

Isn't it funny

How we interpret things
based on our perception
and feelings

and reading things
at different times

Is reading different things?


-

So how many words can you really read?

(Reading this + feeling that = infinite words)

-

If words are the same said,
as read

does that mean

"I love you"
is less
when
I am
talking
to you
you,
you,
you,
you.
Because you
never
loved
me
too?

Now did you?

-

I shall read this poem
again and again
and wonder
who
I wrote it
to.

You.

Is that skipped heartbeat you feel when the doorbell rings,
although knowing that he will never come back.

Most people fear being reminded
more than they fear remembering

They say: You should always say what you feel.
But we all know that some things are better off unsaid.

Close your eyes

Breathe in

This isn't the worst you've been in

Breathe out

Stop wandering about

Let go

I know

It's hard

God chooses the best

forget the rest
forget, and rest

Do not let
them
overshadow your beauty
with
misconceptions.

Everyone is beautiful,
believe me-
I know.

Whatever it is
that closed your eyes
in a moment of confusion

taught you how to see
in darkness

Add
But Lose

Subtraction is addition

More is less
Love is hate

Forever is never

You're stuck between a rock and a hard place
Your heart is so broken, that it barely left a recognizable trace

You're sharing meaningless stares with strangers
You're pondering straight through future dangers

You're so exhausted, that your legs have forgotten the feeling
of being stretched in bed, while you're staring at the ceiling

At that moment- you understand why
the call it: the art of getting by

racing
thru
sleepless
nights

trying
to get
a hold
of your
sight

Your home has red tiles and broken windows
Your home has scratched sheets and soaked
pillows


Your home has green curtains and wide spaces
Your home has hard grounds with shoe traces


Your home has a star-view, late at night
Your home has a helpful crew, working right


Your home has a loud thumping rythym,
I guess your neighbor Arthery is a musician


Your home?

Your home is my heart.
Your presence is its state of art.

© Ellie Hughes 2014

They say "be careful who you make memories with"
I think I was, with you at least.

I don't think I regret any of it,
not you,
not the memories with you,
not any of it.

I was careful.
Now, I'm grateful.

You didn't teach me much,
but you helped me teach myself.

I never said thank you for that.

Owen:* Hey. You're awake.
Cristina: You didn't come home.
Owen: Yeah, there was a--
Cristina: A bus crash or a train crash or a patient crashed? Yeah. Right. Why are you staring at me?
Owen: Well, I'm weighing how upset you are and if I want to get into this.
Cristina: You do. You want to get into this...
Owen: I'm tired and it's late.
Cristina: ... with me. You know what? That's the point. It's always late, and it shouldn't be. And you should want to get into it with me but you don't. I mean, where are you?
Owen: I am-- I am here. For God sake. I'm right freakin' here. I'm home.
Cristina: No, you're not. ... You have to be honest with me because I am going crazy here. Do you, um, do you love me anymore?
Owen: It's not about if I--
Cristina: Owen, please answer the question.
Owen: I love you so much that it hurts.
Cristina: Okay. Well, okay, then. Then we can-- We can work on this. We can talk. You know, we-- We have to talk, because I cannot be like this anymore. (voice breaking) And I Mean it when I say that I'm going crazy, 'cause... (sighs) 'Cause that nurse Emily-- I mean, I-I accused her of sleeping with you.
Owen: You what?
Cristina: I'm-- I'm sorry. I just-- I mean, I feel like... My whole body feels like... Like you were cheating on me. And then you come home and you tell me that you love me, and I'm... I'm-- I'm relieved. I mean, I'm so relieved because--
Owen: Stop. Stop. I said I love you so much that it hurts.
Cristina: Okay.
Owen: I said... it hurts... to love you.
Cristina: Just say it.
Owen: I'm not cheating on you with Emily.
Cristina: Okay.
Owen: But I did cheat on you.


____________________________________________________
­He said he loved her so much it hurts.
He said it hurts to love her.

I would want you to be my star,
but then you would fade in the morning.

I would like you to be my sun,
but then you would set at night.

So maybe you could be my 'heartbeat,'
If it stops, I won't die from fright.

**I'm already dead.

No thank you.
I think I'm going to stick with having real emotions,
And not being afraid to express them freely.
You should be proud too
Because if being a girl means having the ability to feel,
then we are all girls.