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Juniper Deel Apr 2014
Untitled poems are always the best
Because poetry can't be labeled.
To me it's a miracle
The way a poet can convey emotions using words.
Some are better than others
But no one can identify
Every emotion they've ever experienced.
And if someone says they are able to
Then that someone is lying.
But that's a whole other ball game.


**Untitled poems are the best
Juniper Deel Apr 2014
No it's true
I'm not like the other girls.
We both know this isn't fate
But don't hate me
For pretending.

Let's take a walk
Or more of a run
An adventure without destination.
Follow me dear
You've got everything to fear
But accompany me
My beloved
To the fountain of youth

My allusions of grandure
They only reverse reality.
Like the smell after rain
Oh I can't get enough.
Enough of this spectacular illusion before me.

They say dreaming is a waist of time
But honestly
That couldn't be further from the truth.
How else I ask
Are we to escape this place
Only to face nothing but beauty

Now the time has come
To show me a world of splendor
Never again will I be numb.
Three
Two
One
Oh lover of mine it's done.
  Apr 2014 Juniper Deel
awallflower
Lie to me.
Tell me that I am everything I never was.
Tell me that I am beautiful and watch me tremble and shake.
Look into my eyes and lie to my face, will you?

Why did I build my home on such
an unsteady foundation
of lies and insecurity?
Time and time again,
I swallow my grief
just to blink back tears and brush the truth away.
Stay where you are and do not come near.
Don't cause a land slide that will surely destroy me.
I will be crushed under the weight of so many lies
weakly supported by kind intentions.

Hide the truth for me if you love me truly.
Cover my eyes and whisper into my ears: you are beautiful.
Protect me with your lies.
  Apr 2014 Juniper Deel
pluie d'été
she had eyes that could drown a man
eyes beautiful
and sad
burnt from staring at the stars
for too long

they couldn't look away
the ones that followed her
into the deepest depths
of all the shallow seas

she had lips that were red
and full
leaving them mesmerized
by the begging
that they presumed
weighed down her softly
spoken words

they would open the dictionary
of their mother-tongue
to see what she had to say
and it made her sad
and beautiful
at the same time
I miss what was:
The late nights,
Street lights,
Midnight diners,
And old music.
I think to myself
How lonely this is,
When the past
Was so splendid.

They're memories
That should make me smile;
They only empty me --
Isolate my heart,
And show me what
I no longer have.

The small cracks
Become canyons
That you can't fill,
Look what we are:
Distant stars,
Drifting apart.

Lonely satellites,
Singing to ourselves
In the depthless
Void.

Perhaps I'll find,
In due time,
Some lovely light,
Somewhere,
In the sky,
And we can sing,
Together.
Yes, we can sing,
Perhaps forever.
I never thought I could be happy again.
Especially on my own.
I never thought there would ever be a real smile on my face.
Especially without anyone to hold.
I never thought I would make it through the days.
Especially if I couldn't spend them with someone else.

But now...especially now...I don't care.
I mean that in the best way I can.
Now I don't care that I don't have someone to love me.

Because now...finally now...I have learned to love myself.
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