it's amazing how
we're not related
we haven't even met
                            you're a guy on the internet
                            you know more about my life
                            than some of my friends
we're not in a relationship, hah no way
you're more like..
                                 an older brother
                                 and in weird ways
      i think you actually care about me
      and yeah i care about you
                                      in a weird way
                                                                         we have our jokes
                                                            and our kind of fights

and i'll miss you...

too bad our love story
          isn't

                                            it's not over yet
                                 there's more to tell
                        but that's for
                                                                             another day

until then my love x

aim and
                  fire!
  my heart caught alight
you hit me
         dead on

101 people follow me
101 people see every poem i write
101 real people
101 people
                                                                 thats a    h u g e   amount to me
1795 reactions
1795 comments
1795 or likes

22216 views
22216 thats how many times my poetry has been looked at
22216

                                                                   sorry but that still shocks me
                                                             real people are seeing my rambles
                                                                  real people are following me
                                                           real people are reacting to my work
                                                                                real people

take that mum, real people
                            real people think my "****" is good
                mum, leave me alone about it

because some real people think it's worth something
because they're reading it
       and they're liking or commenting to it

                                                                                                     and this is what i want to do in life
                                                                          i want to write
                                                                                          about things that pose something to me
                                         [HAH]
                                         you said i wasn't going
                        anywhere while on my computer
                                         [HAH]
                                                                                                          it only took me
                                                                                                          101 real people
                                                                                                                thankyou
                                                                                                              to all of you

men
jump,
swarming
away
from
the
safety
of
their
transportation.
heavy
packs
and
uniforms,
tension
fills
the
silence
like
an
overflowing
bucket.
squads
continue
to
pour
out,
onto
the
sand
and
up
the
bank.
there
is
still
silence;
people
hold
their
breaths,
waiting.
men
are
told
to
climb;
these
direct
orders
remain
quiet.
a
few
men
venture
out,
and
then
when
nothing
happens
more
follow.
they
scout
the
area,
believing
it’s
safe.
an
explosion
erupts
and
clumps
of
soil
fly
into
the
air,
men
collapse.
the
sounds
of
gunfire
are
close,
small
dots
blinking
out
from
grass
and
small
mounds.

i'd like to think
     that when it's raining here
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;     .  ,    n   ;  ' '   , ' ' 
   .         '    '  ;      . 
                                               ­                     the sun's out where you are

i got the messages you sent                                                                      i replied to all of them
                                                     now i'm just waiting for your reply

                                                                                                                               will you actually send one?
                                                                                                                                              i hope so
because the last thing i sent was
                             *"i love you"

i want to live in a city
          where street lights are a constant
     sound echos when people sleep
                   but for all the unfortunate souls
the insomniacs
            they're up and moving
     brains ticking over
                                           but it's not so bad
         there's the echo of the city
                 and the constant light
                                           maybe there are others
                    i'm not alone in
     insomniac city

                                            i am in the country
                       the crickets sleep
                                  clouds cover the moon
                                             it's too dark and quiet
                           my mind ticks over more
              i wish
              i lived in
              insomniac city

it's so terribly sad
           that unless you're located
  in a place with no or little food
            people are criticized for their weight
            put in boxes
                                                   [overweight]
                                                   [underweight]
and there's no
                                                   [perfect weight]
instead there are people
                               on diets
             to gain
        or to loose
                                                 to attempt to get the
                                                   [perfect weight]
there are adults
                teenagers
                children
                                          who only want food
                                          they're in their own box
                                                                                                      they're [starving]

to the people who read my poetry
          you know what?
    you probably know me
                      better than some of my friends
        it might be weird
              but my poetry
  is my heart, soul, mind, secrets, life
                          so to the people who read what I write
              hello, i'm me
                                         who do you think i am?
     because i'm mostly
              a young girl, still in school, living at home
and in love with a boy
                    who happens to be
                                       on the other side
      of the world

              it's bittersweet
                           it hurts as well
but he loves me too

i don't know
       if it's just a show
of my innocence
                that my poems
   aren't filled with lust
intending words
          or anything of the kind
   my poetry
           seems to work more around love
  does that make me immature
or more mature
                              than lust filled teenagers?

your pretty face
rests against mine

                                               how did i die?

all my doubts
                 about your love for me
      disappeared
                                 when you told me
               you were crying
                       because you missed
      the sound of my voice

           just like how
i'm crying now
                      because i miss
     the sound of yours

cute couples
     they're so adorable  
          how they dote over each other
slight glances while the other
            isn't looking
loving messages
               over the internet
      for everyone to see
--------------------------------------------------
my cute other half
             isn't able to talk to me
GAH
    not fair

i find it funny how
    most people
             who don't know me
assume that
  i live in a town, city
                 somewhere plush
     or maybe the back streets
where i do what i want

but no, i live
         twenty minutes drive
out of a small town
                    on a dairy farm
      two hundred cows

                   where i work
just as hard as my brothers
               we get paid for our work
  smaller amounts than others
          but still
                            we're made to work
  parents of course

then when i'm not working
       out on the farm
               either milking cows
    or fixing random problems
                collecting wood
  moving cattle
                              the list goes on

         i'm cooking
                    cleaning
   getting the jobs done
                      or our parents, again
become frustrated
      and take something away
                      from us
so i work
       as to not loose you

because i know
     one day i'll be out of here
and you're where i'll
                        be going
and i can't wait

two years, you're more than two years older than me
you're a horrible lier, and horribly mean when you're angry
or if i touch any of your stuff that i'm not meant to
but besides all the screaming and chasing me around the house
you're a good older brother
you listen to me when i'm whining
yeah you can be an idiot who's up himself and doesn't care about me
but most of the time
you're alright, there are some funny things i could mention, but you might yell at me for them
so i'm not going to go there, and yeah you wont see this, i know, maybe one day i'll show you
but probably not, hehe, anyway
this whole thing is meant to be about
how i'm actually going to miss you when you move out
i'm going to miss our stupid jokes
i'm going to miss you
i might have said, okay i've said that i hated you many times
but i only have one big brother, and thats you, and yeah i'm gonna miss you
i don't want to be left alone here, to become the oldest sibling of the house
i don't know how you handled that, thanks big bro
i will miss you, selfish as i am, i don't want you to leave
but thanks for being an overall, mostly good, big brother C:
**

sometimes i think the only reason
       that i'm able to sleep at all
  is because i know
           that right then

                  you're wishing
                           you
                     were here
                       with me

yes
                    yes i'm young
                    yes i don't know much
                    yes i haven't seen much
                    yes i don't know many people
                    yes i love him
                    yes i do
no i don't care about what you think, it's love, go away if you don't think it is
                    yes i'm his
                    yes he loves me too
no i don't care about you

because i'm only in pain now
        you're the only thing
  that stops it
                 yet you're unable
      to be here all the time
i know i love you
         but why am i hurting so?

i wanted my hair
           to be pretty and curly today
   i put it up in pin curls last night
                         it didn't work
instead it went frizzy
     because i had brushed it to get rid of
the dread-lock look
                                           sigh
i just wanted to look
       pretty today
with curly hair

floral dresses
      pink converses
  chewing gum
       wind blown hair
sandy beaches
   balancing acts

             hope for us
                      we'll work everything out
i smiled at my memories of you