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She felt lost and alone, longing to feel needed, craving to be loved

She watched as love birds came and went, each with their twinkling eyes, all wearing wide grins

Why was she, lovely and kind, so eager to find her knight in shining armor?

Because, she decided, it was how one felt notable in this merciless world.
A poet dies not when he looses the will to live
But when he looses the will to write
He is a bystander, following you along your path, observing your every turn, waiting to swoop in at any given moment

He is as the mist at dusk, encircling then dispersing, constantly changing his notions

He unveils himself from time to time, dropping mixed emotions over those who see him, having the power to pull people together or rip them apart

Should we fear and ridicule him, for all he brings is darkness and despair?

No, for he is our caretaker, our guardian angel, our friend

Since he travels in darkness, the sparkling brilliance of light floods our lives, surrounding us with positivity and enchantment

He teaches us how to love endlessly, forgive ceaselessly, and live gratefully.
White enwraped beauty
Family gathers around
Love fills the fresh air
The world swirls around, constantly moving in never ending circles of emotion

Sadness and sympathy surround me as I watch friends struggle up mountains and through jungles

Hope runs through my veins as I watch from afar, wishing for them that the pain and hardships would end

Suddenly I'm turning, spinning, whirling, falling as I get dizzy and disoriented

When I come to, I'm enveloped in lies and dishonesty as I watch loved ones fall farther and farther down a hole they don't realize their digging

Forgiveness overwhelms me as I slowly watch them sink, longing to run over and help pull them out

Again I'm reeling, spiraling, twirling, collapsing onto the cold ground

I fearfully raise my head, for who knows what I'll encounter next?

As I slowly stand, I'm encircled with charity and love as I watch my loved ones laugh and smile with one another

Amity fills my heart as I run to them, appreciating every moment I can share with them

Encountering hardships and struggles are inevitable, but we build each other, shape each other, and comfort each other through all emotions.
 Apr 2016 lluvia de abril
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
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