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 Jul 2015 annvelope
LB Parker
You wouldn't need second chances
If you treated me right
With love, kelsey
 Jul 2015 annvelope
LB Parker
10w
 Jul 2015 annvelope
LB Parker
10w
I have become very uninterested
in a life without you.
With love, kelsey
 Jul 2015 annvelope
Marium Iqbal
"I fell for a nobody loves me kind of guy. Maybe it's because I'm a nobody loves me kind of girl."
Your hair catches the clouds, floating shadows of youth
Skin drenched  with beauty, lullabies and raindrops
You're a night swimmer in the sea
A daughter of a poet, with a  morning tongue
As your ribs split into shreds,  shaping the rust along your chest
Your fingertips touch the stars, erasing the nightmares of your scars
 Feb 2015 annvelope
L
Avoidance
 Feb 2015 annvelope
L
A trembling heart,
may also cause a calm heart,
staggered.

That's what I'm trying to avoid.

No.
Not because I don't care.
But I'm afraid,
I might wavered.

It makes me difficult,
to let go.
Love everything, and everyone. Thank the grass for being a soft place to fall, and those who own the arms of your safe place to crash.
Love the girl who taunts you, love the boy who tries too hard.
Love the woman who screams that you will never make it, love the man who stares a little too long.
Do not waste too much time on loving yourself, for when you exude love you will receive it.
You must love those who do not deserve it, and all the while you will receive love you do not deserve.
For love is not a feeling, but an action.
For love is not restraining, but freeing.

2. When you start to notice your reflection, remember that it does not matter. A soul needs a home, and your home is a fine home. Your body keeps your soul safe, and warm, and fed. So worry more about what you put into your mind than your mouth, and never forget that your soul cares not of the shape of it’s home.

3. When you see someone who is in need of help, they become your obligation. The only true way to understand a person is to love them, and the best way to love a person is to serve them. There is no man or woman who was born undeserved of love, and you ought to give more than you think your heart will allow.

4. When lost, know that you do not have one sole purpose. You have many facets, and many talents. Each day you may have a different purpose, and each day it may not be a grand one, but each day it is an important one. Be open to things you did not think of yourself capable, and know that nobody cares about your embarrassments more than yourself.

5. Every day of your life you will make mistakes, and if you think that you have to right to belittle others because of theirs then honey, I am here to tell you that you are wrong. Unfair judgment hinders understanding, which hinders the most important thing of all: love.  

6. Forgive all, but do not trust all. Love all, but do not pleasure all. You are to lose yourself, to emerge yourself in the work and service of others. You are to overwhelm yourself with love and kindness, so much that it spills over. You are to give more than you have, and to take less than you need.

7. Do not worry about being happy. The search for happiness is never ending, and a path that has no destination. Lose yourself, and happiness will find you. Look for happiness, and you will lose it all.
It's hard to forget about you, I know,
but I did try to leave it all behind.
I waited for you, I still do, yes, that's the
truth, for you to say something.
You've gone too far away from me,
beyond my reach, do you even recognize me?
Your eyes said goodbye, your lips didn't
move, we never met since then.
Just when I was thinking this is the end,
I read your name somewhere.
My heart raced, I could hear it beating,
the colour flooded to my cheeks and I smiled.
Answer this little question, will you?
This is the way you effect me, till date
no matter what, how is it possible?
If after ten years I see you down the street,
my heart will probably skip a beat.
I wish you read this.
This is Me.
The final part.
From one broken home,
to one broken heart.

Hidden behind the mask
of the old porcelain doll,
cracked and tortured.
I have seen it all.

Uncombed hair
and clothes that are rag,
Behold my feelings,
I am but sad.

No one would listen,
during my youth,
when I was a young man
or drinking my *****.

The alleys were dark
with walls caving in.
Hearing voices inside me,
that's where it begins.

Sitting alone,
by one candle light,
I saw pen and paper,
blown by surprise.

I started to talk,
with the pen in my hand,
writing muse on the pulp,
trying my hand.

I was confused,
my words were a mess.
To me, there just jumbles,
I must confess.

I read them back,
and started to sigh,
Because this is my sad story,
It made me  cry.
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