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Alina Oct 2014
sharpened pencil to the paper
scratches of graphite and tears
i want melody, rhythm, and a beat
to fill the lonely night
i want to scream them out
saying
     i made this

i want lyrics that flow smoothly
reverberating in your soul
with just that one line
that everybody knows
means the world

but upon careful reflection
these words cant happen
i dont know the words that saved me
because im not quite there yet
Just words I'm trying to make come out of my head.
Alina Oct 2014
why is it not to speak
these words that we think
acceptable in poetry
but heaven forbid we feel them
because a couple rhymes
and the enter key
make everything alright apparently
sorry, no.
Poetry has to do so much with the deep issues in life, things that if we talked about them in our everyday conversations, we'd be put aside and judged for, but when it is art, it is considered okay. Why?
Alina Oct 2014
what i wouldnt give
to see you once more
to feel your arms wrapped around me
the epitome of safety

but im just here all alone
blowing away in the wind
because i dont have a you
to anchor me down

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