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Maybe, poets write because they have unstable feelings.
Maybe, poets write at 2am, in order to ease it.
Maybe, poets write to contain their feelings in to it.
Maybe, poets write *hopelessly.
Maybe, poets write at 2am hopelessly hoping, that, someone, on the other side of the earth, someone is awake to read the poem.

*And maybe someone awake, maybe, to care.
Maybe one of Hellopoetry's purpose.
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
yasmine
i peeled my layers away
gave you my raw wounds

all you did was pour salt on them
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
Margo May
you
are
beautiful.
every girl and boy,
you
are
beautiful.
don't let the world tell you otherwise,
you
are
beautiful.
made in His image,
you
are
beautiful.
fearfully and wonderfully made,
you
are
beautiful.
always and forever,
you
are
beautiful.
so there's a challenge going around on social media called the #20beautifulwomenchallenge. i wanted to let every single one of you know that you are beautiful.
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
Holly
I would do absolutely
Anything  right now to be
Able  to snuggle up next  to
You, bury my head in your chest,
And  interlock  my fingers with yours.
I'd be  able to look up at you and
Smile whenever i wanted to.
I'd  be  able to lean up kiss you whenever
I wanted to.
I'd be able to tell you how  i feel about you whenever
I wanted to.
I wish you'd hold me even when I push back.
i feel like we're just a happening of circumstances
A poem is like
A piece of wood.
It can be ripped,
Chopped,
Shaped,
Sanded for smoothness.
Sometimes you nail it;
And it can stick like glue.
You can drill a hole
Right through it,
It might bore one
Through you.
It can get under your skin.
But when it's cut
Against the grain,
It should be read again.
Do not shrowd my head
with new confusion
untruth, half truth, soon truth
Do not pull me back
as the instinct of flight takes over
Do not ask me
question(s) I can not answer
Do not distract from
my melancholy
Do not make me
new, different, unsure
Allow me to Fear
 Feb 2015 Nirali Shah
Jeffrey Pua
An owl weeps
To break the silence
Amongst the stars.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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