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Many and
Many years later
My Poetry books
That I had lost
From the middle of the bookshelf
Within Thousands of many other books
Where I have found
 
Utterly Unknown
Some Pages
Yellow
Pale
Is very difficult to read
Yet quietly reading
I read with a lot of the force
Crawling.
As a Small child walking
Many years later,
Understand
Know
Become that Strange Poem

The Poem
Showed me Dreams
Told me to Love
Strikingly,
Bought all the Colors of my Canvas
Drawn your Images
That happened,
Many and
Many years before
In my Heart and the Soul

Then
You and I
Grew as a highly Sophisticated
Metaphor,
In an extreme
Cohesion,
Nice One

My Heart put on your Heart
In a Romantic Tune
Bode on a Small Boat
Toward a Tough Sea,
That happened,
Many and
Many years before
In the Song of the Sea

Then
Sudden Sea Storm Came
Made Substantially Vortex water
We Drowned
Lost you
That also happened
Many and
Many years before
In this Sea and my Soul

Today I have found you again
In a Sprung Dream
As I lost you
Many and
Many years before
As if I'm standing
On the Shore of the Sea
You as a form of Sea Angel
Come forward to me-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

If walls could talk, these words you'll hear
'I love you so much, forever, my dear
We shall not cease, we shall not fear
We shall not give each heart a tear'

Oh, if walls could talk, we won't be hurt
If only we're not this oceans apart

Why love? Why not?
​I find myself taking journeys everywhere. Whether it’s a false adventure throughout my mind or it’s a simple stroll through the halls at school, or why not even a nice run outside in that very ever so breezy wind and fluffy snow falling from the sky? A title, does this poem need any relevance to something? Ask yourself that, interpret it how you would and please yourself. Honestly when there’s infinite possibilities there’s always room for creativity. Back on track now folks. Why love? Why not?
You might be thinking, “Oh what does Mr. Paul have going on right now? Is this a joke, Is this some sort of way of expressing his feelings, or is this some really prolonged way of saying be good to yourself to each and every single student that lies within this room as I read this poem as I speak my thoughts?” Yes indeed I took a perspective of myself there. I went from a thought of one of you to myself thinking. What thoughts exist? Why must a man have feelings? Why must a cat have love for sleep? Why is a dog a man’s best friend? What is this thing that many people claim to have yet there’s no good way of putting it out there? Now I will apologize for avoiding the main topic here, and also for asking all of these questions.  AM I accomplishing anything here, well probably not, Onwards to the point.
A shy fellow goes in and out throughout his days thinking about life. The days go on and on.  He comes across this very kind person. This person is sweet and caring. There should be more and more people like this out there. There certainly is but this is a very nice experience to have. Life goes on and people come and go. Here’s a point that should be put out there, be kind and cherish the ones you love and have good bonds with. If you do that, you’ll make some of the greatest friends you could ask for, males and females alike. Don’t ridicule someone for being wrong, accept his or her views and go with the flow. That’s something I’ve learned to do. Where’s that love topic you might be asking about still as this “poem” goes on? Again we’re almost there.
Roses can be red but violets are also blue, why is this the cliché standard for love? Can a man or woman not just bring a beautiful bellflower, which takes both the red and blue of a rose and violet to make wonderful purple? It doesn’t matter. Love is love; there are endless possibilities of showing and expressing it. Where does this idea come from…. A thought. If you’re shy and awkward you’re fine, if you’re very strict and serious you’re fine, don’t let a simple trait get the best of you because you may have select feelings for someone. Don’t let others make you feel down, don’t let others make you feel bad, never let another person make yourself feel like you don’t belong. Everyone has a spot in life and is well deserving of something. A simple smile, “hello” or even a wave goodbye can make someone’s day. Make yourself feel good. No one deserves to not feel loved. This is all coming from one of the shyest people you could know. Why love, well why not? Love can make someone feel different about a lot of things; then again even the coldest of hearts have room for something.

This feeling is love and kindness.​​​

sitting at a bar,
Christmas Eve,
solitary.
one bartender.
an overflow of drinks.
no conversation.

at the bottom of each glass
is the question
can I be happy
at the top of my mind
are flash images
-of women
-of ****
-of endless money
...and out of the void comes an answer

Straight, no chaser
NO!

I wake up Christmas morning at the bottom of a cup of coffee. All I can think of is opening gifts.

To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken