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  Oct 2014 John Marcus
Mikayla Wambet
The shell I found on the shore
has a spatkle in its core.
It glitters and gleams from dawn to dusk,
and gives me hope when I'm out of luck.

All my friends say it's horrid and plain,
They look at my face only to complain,
About having a shell lacking beauty,
And every night i'd cry in fury.

So one day I decided to break my best friend.
From the start i could see, it was hard to do,
for no matter how hard i hurled it to the ground,
There was no shattering sound

I threw it far,
yet it had no scar.
i threw it away,
and id find it on my tray

I looked inside only to find,
the same glitter that gave me hope so many a time.
I knew what i did was wrong,
suddenly all my rage disappeared
and hope filled my soul.

The shell i found on the shore,
Has a small sparkle in its core.
It glitters and gleams from dawn to dusk
and gives me hope when im out of luck
Poem i write a couple years ago for school
  Oct 2014 John Marcus
Mikayla Wambet
The perfect boy.
Always at your side,
Comforting you as you cry.

He'd listen to your boring stories
But never would complain.

He wouldn't let your heart be broken
By ruthless "friends" and enemies,
All because he loves you.

So when you meet your perfect boy,
Dont let him leave.
For there are very few
Who will love you as he wil.
Idk......
John Marcus Oct 2014
It's been two weeks
Two weeks since I last saw her
I can still see her clearly
But it is not the beauty of her that I see
It is the love and the good that is in her heart

It's been three weeks
Her image is fading
I wish I had said something on my last day
Even a hug, anything more than goodbye
But now is to late
for I have now gone
Gone far away
I wish I could chose
I wish I could stay

It's been four weeks
All I remember of her is nothing but a blur
I thing this is it
I shall never remember her
The only thing left
Is her name
Lingering in my head
Teemaeh
#love#sad#memories
John Marcus Jun 2014
There is this girl I met
I think I love her
Maybe she likes me Maybe not
I asked her to a movie
She said yes
I was late
That *****
John Marcus Jun 2014
Why do they ask the same thing
Do they think I'm an idiot?
Are they trying to get to know me?
I told them to stop
of course, they did...... not
  Jun 2014 John Marcus
MalaiDaisies
She stood waiting.
Waiting as the stars await the suns eventual death.
As the desert awaits that one translucent drop of absolete euphoria.
Her lips cracked open,
A sliver of fragile hope escaping its tremors.
Fluttering away.
She is surrounded by exquisite misery,
Drowning in hysteria.
Day folding into night,
The moon running circles.
She stood waiting,
With the sound of stinging memories reverberating endlessly.
Touch, smell, touch, love.
All catapulting into that final crescendo,
Where all those moments
Flow into the sea of those hauntingly beautiful words,
**I Am Here
I was inspired by this one line-
"The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.”
― Nuala O'Faolain, My Dream of You
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.
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