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 Jul 2016 Jocie
wren cole
I hope I live to see lazy mornings
To wake up to your face, hair falling all about it
Soft sleeping expression
Beautiful and gentle
Like the sunlight filtering through the curtains

I hope I live to see lazy mornings
To move the stray wisps away from your face and stroke your cheek
Hold you closer
Warm, like the blankets I used to cling to when I was lonely

I hope I live to make you breakfast
And to kiss your smile
Pull you back to bed to watch movies
Like nothing matters but our own little world

And you fit right in my heart
With fairy lights
And good books
And lazy mornings
And the sunlight filtering through the curtains
Kissing your skin
'you' is a hypothetical future significant other/significant others, not a specific person in this case
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Marles
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 Jul 2016 Jocie
Marles
it's so easy for her,
when she's out alone during the day

she knows her worth,
she sees how she shines

and it's sad when they all come out,
you don't see her anymore

but I wonder;
even though she knows she's the brightest of them all

I wonder
if when the stars are out;
I wonder if the sun ever feels alone//
 Jul 2016 Jocie
AnnaBell Osipchuk
My Name Is "****"

**I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you - in schools and in town.

I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal ****.

My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to -- just to get high.

The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms,
your lungs your nose.

You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.

I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.

You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.

I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.

You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.

You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

If you care enough, please forward this profound poem and share the deadly outcome of this drug that is killing our young people & even our old...
~ This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug
charges, and was addicted to ****. She wrote this while in jail. As you will
soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this
simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her
story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the
needle still in her arm....

Please understand,
this thing is worse than any of us realize...
 Jul 2016 Jocie
EJR
you love her when she's sunshine
but hides when she's rain
you cannot choose love
without choosing pain

you don't love her
if you can't handle her darkest parts
you don't love her
if you leave when the storm starts

she's an iridescent rainbow
mixed with a little hurricane
she's passionate
but she's insane

but if you love her
those 'buts' do not matter
do not give up on her

because she never did

For Aisha Jenica, may the love you give come back to you a thousandfold.
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Sakshi Babar
If you fall in love with a writer
Be prepared for heartbreak.
Those writers, they are hopeless romantic.
They love, not just with heart
But body, and soul; They love
With their words, and all things old.
And yet, they do not know often
How to use those words, unless through a pen.
Their silence will hurt you
Not once, but over and over again.

If you fall in love with a writer
There is no happily ever after.
They'll push and pull away from you
Those writers, they'll run and hide.
Then write about you, for you, only you
And arise; But it's a vicious cycle
And you cannot get by.
For some writers do not know happy,
For others, ever after is a myth.
They know their hearts, but not their minds,
I apologize but it is the bitter truth.

If you fall in love with a writer
Be ready to live forever.
You become their only words
And their words become only you.
Pages after pages of them inked
Maybe, a spoken few.
Whether you will it or not
You're their only truth, all else is a lie.
Because as the saying goes -
*"If a writer falls in love with you,
You can never die."
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Bianca Reyes
I swear ink runs through my veins
A piece of paper passes as my heart
I hold your hand like a pen
Press it against my chest to feel
Every beat leaves a word written upon it
Endless poems and prose
You inspire even when you're gone
Shared  on Hello Poetry on July 14, 2016
Copyright © 2016 Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
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Enjoy

Wow!!!  Getting the opportunity to have this poem be recognized as a Daily really means so much to me.  Thank you to everyone who has shown some love.   You're all amazing. Love is amazing and more of it should be spread  throughout the world!
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Caroline
She loved you.*
She loved you more than she loved herself.
She chose to spend time with you even if that meant not spending time with her friends and family.
Even when she had deadlines to catch, she would still find time to talk to you.
She was willing to give everything just to please you.
She did everything she could because she thought you loved her as much as she loved you.

But when the world was harsh and cruel, she was left alone.
You left when she needed you the most.
You used her flaws against her.
You looked beyond her to suffice the wants you said you needed.
Suddenly everything was her fault, at least that's what you told her.
And somehow even when she tried so hard not to lose you, she wasn't enough for you.

When you left, she fell apart.
She couldn't do anything but cry herself to sleep.
Yet she couldn't sleep because sleeping meant dreaming of you.
Knots twisted in her stomach with every memory of you that she couldn't eat well.
And when she wasn't thinking of you, she was thinking of her insecurities and how she wasn't good enough.

Months passed and she's beginning to be herself again.
She found happiness in her family and friends.
It was her life and that no one should make her feel miserable like that.
For once in a very long time, she felt alive again.
She realized that you came into her life to serve as a lesson.

Yes, she loved you.*
But now, she's choosing to love her life and the beauty it holds.
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Pea
Mrs. Potato Head
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Pea
if
i'm beautiful
enough

maybe i
'd be forgiven

for being
such a weird
creature

maybe
my mind won't
matter anymore

or
the way i

stutter
would be

cute
or may-

be it will be
okay
to joke in

every ways no
one (in the

room) could
get
maybe

it won't matter
if i'm
not smart

enough
maybe i

can have more
scars and
still

be called
beautiful
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