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 Feb 2016 N Paul
Chloe Zafonte
I'd rather be a villian by standing up for myself than the victim Who silently cries for help.
 Feb 2016 N Paul
Willard Wells
wishing you sweet dreams
as your sleepy eyes close tight
drifting to dreamland
Travel message to my love
 Feb 2016 N Paul
Willard Wells
Light from heaven shines
into a life of sorrow
bringing a new day
 Feb 2016 N Paul
Devon Haley
Early in the morning: Dawn,
While still in my pajamas
And still eyes clenched shut,
I'd open the window and let
The cool, whimsical wind
Splash my face with the
Phrase "Good Morning" .
The Breeze was as serene as
The birds on the telephone wire.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Eyes adjusting to the light
Scratching its way into the
Crevices of my room.
I open them wider.
I want to see everything.
These early Saturday Mornings
Tear memories from my brain
And present them in front of my
Eyes like photos at a museum.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Resting my head on the windowpane,
My thoughts soar,
And my hopes plummet.
I can never get you back,
And you cannot have me.
The birds sing an unfamiliar tune
That makes my head spin.
And I suffocate in their cotton candy
Sentimental ode to the sky.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.
2 breaths more and I think back to us.
This was one of my favorite poems that I wrote last year. This post is just to start off my poetry page and I promise new poems will be coming soon! Until then, Enjoy some of my poetry from previous years of creatively writing.
 Feb 2016 N Paul
Little Bear
A person who has good thoughts
cannot ever be ugly.
You can have a wonky nose
and a crooked mouth
and a double chin
and stick-out teeth,
but if you have good thoughts
they will shine out of your face
like sunbeams
and you will always
look lovely.
An Excerpt from The Twits by Roald Dahl
One of my favourite quotes
:o)
 Feb 2016 N Paul
Paula M DiMattio
Night in the woods....
Eyelids are resting
Constant motion is at hand
On a starlit night

Gentle winds carry sound
Predators call is noticed
Deep in a forest

Birds are rustling
Alarming others be still
Art of avoidance

A high piercing cry
Death comes swiftly delivered
Instantly over

As light fills the sky
Darkness surrenders its hold
Bringing on the dawn

P.M.D. 1~22~2016
 Feb 2016 N Paul
Wanderer
My heart was broken
Shattered to pieces
and scattered on the floor

I kept inviting people over
In hopes that they
Would help me pick up the pieces
But they didn't even notice them
They just walk on top
Smashing them into smaller pieces
Until my heart became so crushed
It was ingrained in the carpet
of my tear stained room
 Feb 2016 N Paul
1487
Since when has loneliness
been poetry?



Since when
has it not?
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