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the blonde poet Feb 2015
Shadows remind us there is light.
Heartbreak means we can still love.
Pain means we that can feel.
Loss means that you once had.
Failure is a step towards success.
Crying shows that your loss once gave you joy.
We are all different, making us equals.
the blonde poet Feb 2015
So many choices I sometimes just do nothing.
The same maroon 5 song has played 40 times on repeat.
Subconsciously humming the song and tapping my feat.
Too cold to go on a walk, and all my #2's are broken.
No friends wanna talk, theyre all together without me.
My phone buzzes, and I wish I could talk with Groupon, they seem to always be contacting me.
But I pick up my phone and watch a cute video.
Listen to a love song and belt out the chorus, the lyrics hitting me deep.
I wish I had someone to relay these ed sheeran lyrics to.
A text. Could it be her?? "Wrong number".
Well ****. Time to watch netflix
  Feb 2015 the blonde poet
SG Holter
To write food in the stomach
Of every hungry child.

To spell war as peace,
Metaphorize flowers into the barrel

Of every gun on Earth.
The poet has responsibilities

Beyond those of mothers,
Of kings and presidents.

I refuse to give up hope;  
This could be a poem world.

Come on, write your worst piece
Of literature.

Even misprints may give other
Meanings to a word,

Write me a green sky, blue dirt,
Trees the colour of air.

Sometimes the best poets
Have the least to say,

So keep writing, write until your
Fingers fall asleep.

Write until you havent slept
For weeks in search of that word,

That one right word,
Then rest on a notebook pillow

And dream the world right.
Write the world right.

There is no such thing as
Wasted poetry.
the blonde poet Feb 2015
Me and you, we're not so different after all.
Whether white or black, short or tall.
Because inside we are nearly equals,
From generarion to generation we are all just prequels.
Prequals to the next big step, the next progression,
I'm a legacy, My identity is not sole possession.
I'm made up of 99.7% percent of the same things as you,
That .3% determines who's who.
But remember that its what's inside that matters,
Even if the clothes on your back are old and in tatters.
See we're not so different at all,
There should be no reasons for us to to fight and to brawl.
So now I say before I am done,
If we don't come together as one, we are none.

— The End —