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Megan May  Apr 2014
Stunning
Megan May Apr 2014
She belongs in Cadillacs and lush apartments and big, bright cities
She belongs on the covers of magazines and in the fantasies of boys across the nation
She belongs in four poster beds and silk sheets and decorative pillows
She belongs in high heels and long dresses and expensive perfume
She belongs in perfectly curled hair and flawless makeup
She belongs on red carpets and in the focus of cameras
She belongs in ballrooms and night clubs and fancy hotel rooms
She belongs in loyal arms and a loving heart
She belongs to money and power and fame
And the word stunning belongs to her
MAJD S Nov 2013
Everyone is fighting for something, and the people that listen most to the music of the universe can feel the agonies of our nature and rescue something of our earth before it’s too late… he can smell the soil he left in his drawer next to his immigration papers, he can envision the cold breeze of a summer night in one compartment of his soul and one area of his land, he forgot the keys in a back pocket of some Armani suit or some other pretentious outfit he had to put on for him to fit in the lifestyle of a multinational uprising genius. His wife feels the floors are just the same, she can read between the tiles the little lines their feet drew as they neglected their steps towards oblivion, little sentences of regret they left behind the trails along with burnt gas and crude oil. Their child always belonged, their child always belonged. The moon gazes on its universe, it sparks thoughts upon dreamers and induces muses upon reflecting sons and daughters that are willing to fight and are willing to belong at the same time. The moon looks at the misplaced societies, the Armenians within the orientalists, the Africans within the airheads, the leftists within the empty minded pocketless, the empty minded pocketless within the land that took his freedom and replaced it by liberalization and stole his freedom of thought and gave him freedom of speech no more, no less. My tips write on a keyboard that lost its touch, it was supposed to be made for those who fight for a cause, not for those lost between the many causes, it was made for those who change societies, not for those who think of that as an understatement, it was made for those willing to calculate their losses and their profits, not for those who have no capital except the pens and papers they keep aside their beds, and no revenue except the little comments they get on artistic nights in the underground. I write not in my mother language, I write not with my mother, blasphemy is not a tool for me to be heard nor a sound for me to use. I write not with my mother language,  I write not with words, I write not with grammar, I write not with language, I write with my feelings and my thoughts and my falling doubts. Falling. His head was falling as he laid it on the ground, for the gunshots are too loud for his ears, and the bullets are too hot for his face, and the missiles are too striking for his vision, and the care packages that never come may not be needed when his final rest place could be achieved by falling. His head was falling as he laid it on the ground, thanking God for his graciousness, for allowing him to leave the country, praying to God that it all ends soon, knowing it won’t, fighting. The women were fighting, over their children’s corpse, over their enemies swords, over their broken houses, over their husband’s illness, over the broken rocks they used to lure the enemy out. Fighting. The women were fighting over dresses, over the last pair of shoes, over their grandiose wedding cakes, they always belonged, they always belonged. Belong. A child belongs to a family, a child belongs to a house, a child belongs to his innocence, a child belongs to his laughter, a child belongs to a holy land, a child belongs to the smiles. Belong. A child does not belong to ******, a child does not belong to blood, a child does not belong to hunger, a child does not belong, a child does not belong in the holy land. Everyone is fighting for something, but not everyone belongs…everyone is fighting for something but not everyone belongs.
Derrek Estrella Oct 2018
Peace is ready for you, if you want it

Peace belongs to you, if you want it
Peace will carry you, if you want it
Peace will reign for you, if you want it
Peace will give to you, if you want it
Peace is ready for you, if you want it

Peace belongs to her, if she wants it
Peace will embrace her, if she wants it
Peace will protect her, if she wants it
Peace will love her, if she wants it
Peace is ready for her, if she wants it

Peace belongs to him, if he wants it
Peace will stand for him, if he wants it
Peace will dance for him, if he wants it
Peace will reach for him, if he wants it
Peace is ready for him, if he wants it

Peace belongs to us, if we want it
Peace will stay for us, if we want it
Peace will speak for us, if we want it
Peace will fight for us, if we want it
Peace is ready for us, if we want it
Alan W Jankowski Mar 2016
This day is yours, it belongs to you,
Do anything that you desire to do.
Watch your favorite shows, eat your favorite food,
Do anything that puts you in a good mood.

Your friends are here to celebrate too,
This day is yours, it belongs to you.
You’ve been working too hard, you need a break,
Sit down and have another piece of cake.

Open the presents your friends have bought,
You can see they’ve given this plenty of thought.
This day is yours, it belongs to you,
So spend it joyfully with your favorite crew.

Just here to wish you Happy Birthday,
That’s really all we have to say.
And may your dreams all come true,
This day is yours, it belongs to you.

03-15-16.
A birthday poem written by request of a friend over on Facebook...
mj  Oct 2014
Untitled
mj Oct 2014
She be my queen
Since we were sixteen
We want the same things,
We dream the same dreams,
Alright (alright)

I got it all
'cause she is the one
Her mum calls me 'love',
Her dad calls me 'son',
Alright (alright)

I know, I know, I know for sure

[2x]
Everybody wanna steal my girl
Everybody wanna take her heart away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Na na na na na na (oh, yeah)
Na na na na na na (alright)
Na na na na na na
Na na

She belongs to me

Kisses like cream,
Her walk is so mean
And every jaw drop
When she's in those jeans,
Alright (alright)

I don't exist
If I don't have her
The sun doesn't shine,
The world doesn't turn,
Alright (alright)

But I know, I know, I know for sure

[2x]
Everybody wanna steal my girl
Everybody wanna take her heart away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Na na na na na na (oh, yeah)
Na na na na na na (alright)
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na

She knows, she knows
That I never let her down before
She knows, she knows
That I'm never gonna let another take her love from me now

[2x]
Everybody wanna steal my girl
Everybody wanna take her heart away
Couple billion in the whole wide world
Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Na na na na na na (oh, yeah, alright, yeah)
Na na na na na na (alright)
Na na na na na na
Na na

She belongs to me

Na na na na na na (oh, yeah)
(She belongs to me, yeah)
Na na na na na na (alright)
Na na na na na na

She belongs to me
steal my girl // one direction.
Sophie Jan 2019
He belongs to the wind
Son of the wind,
He belongs to the birds of the sky
They sing for him,
He belongs to the beautiful swans,
They like his stride, his face, his smile
He belongs to the Lions
He speaks their language, he is wild that way,
He belongs to the flowers of the field
He picks them and keeps them,
He belongs to the sea
He caresses her so sweetly,
He belongs to the  universe and everything in it,
But he doesn't belong to me
And because of that I have lost him forever
Melody Mar 2011
Don't tell me through texts,

Don't tell me in letters,

I want to hear your voice tell me

Through wind,light,sky, and stars.

A gift belongs to a dream..

Not me.

Has anyone ever told you..

That you are are their hero..

Their lover...

Their gift that belongs to a dream?



I won't share you

With the deep, blue sea..

I wanna hear you singing to me through my subconscious mind.

Tell me everything I wanna hear.

Like..

Maybe..

I'm not like anyone else..

I'm not as pretty as I look.

Maybe my personality could use some editing.



I won't share you with any other girl

You will be here in my dreams..

For you were gifted to me...

Through my dreams..

You're a gift that belongs to a dream..

And that dream belongs to..

Me.

Forever.
Empty, drowning
all alone.
It waits to forget,
if just at home.

Not leaving,
not going, not staying away.
Just letting my demon play.

It rips at me, I **** and fall
down to the sheets again.
Becomes my prison mentally, in this mattress
you once have been.

This bed belongs to you, my love,
this bed belongs to you.

A kick to the head, as good
as dead.
Or just enough to breathe.
My wait is room enough to see the pain you inflicted me.
My weight is why it hurts to breathe, a solution so deceived.

This bed belongs to you, my love,
this bed belongs to you.

Those demons, I know,
I guess they know me, like you once claimed so proud.
The trivial things like tastes and clothes have made me hate the day.
This dreaded thing between my legs is not me anyway.

And like the Moon, I followed you, my Sun: essential me.
Honest to the very marrow, hopefully you'll be,
like my ear, and brain alike, a foolish, selfish deed.
I once lied next to you, my Sun
I once so followed you.

This bed belongs to you, my love,
this bed belongs to you.
Scribble lines on paper,
call them borders.
Then walls
to protect their things
and their women.

The Earth belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.
Then the Sea, it belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.

The Air  it belongs to everyone
or it belongs to no one at all.
Who gives the right
to pollute the Waters,
When they belong to everyone
or they belong  to no one at all.

And the Sun, does it belong to everyone
or is it the Sun belongs to no one at all.
They put their names on the Stars
that they can see.
But the Stars belong to everyone
or they belong to no one at all.

— The End —