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Have you ever thought about falling in love with a poet?
It's such a simple notion because they too are people just like you
but the ability to constantly immortalize
Is that not attractive?
If you fall in love with a poet
alive you'll be for eternity
in a world that you
never could imagine
but one that they imagined you in.
It's a simple thought and a simple attraction that made an intricate
impact on their lives.
You are the reason they write
the reason that they can so innately describe what it is to be in love.
It's nice, isn't it?
To fall asleep knowing that this person is still awake writing about
how much more they're going to love you the next day.
Writing about the moment that you first caught their eye
the moment that they knew you too loved them.
Falling in love with a poet is a guaranteed way to live forever in their mind
to be the muse that they'll always use
to be the one person they'll never abuse.
Falling in love with a poet would be the adventure to end all
because in every word you would exist through 6 or 7 lifetimes.
So fall in love with a poet
because not only will their words convince
they're guaranteed to show it.
 Dec 2014 shosho Rea
Lilian Mike
As I stumble on down this hollow road,
I hear a voice, crying out for help.
A sound so fierce made me inarticulate.
I begin my search on finding this helpless soul.
If only I could locate the sound of her insipid voice..
The sound of pain that rushes through the pitch of her breath.
Along the way I see a shimmering light from a far. I darted my way to it
and as soon as I got there I found a mirror. As I got closer to take a glance at it, I see the girl. All along it's been me. Yelling from the inner voice in my head.
Sometimes you wonder if there is anyone out there that can hear you screaming from the inside.
Every year it comes
every year it goes
we spend a fortune promoting it, getting ready for it and giving in to it
it's advertised everywhere
spoken by everyone.
It's contagious, it makes us ill
it makes us worry, it makes us aggressive
it makes us rush around like our lives depended on it.

But every year when it comes we love it
every year when it goes we miss it
we spend a fortune to give people a moment of happiness
smiles and laughter
It's advertised everywhere to remind us of the good times
everyone speaks of it because it is so important
it's contagious but gives us joy
we worry and get aggressive because we care so much we want to make that one person happy
we rush but when you see those people smile it's worth it.

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas everyone, stay safe and have fun
That’s the thing with us poets.
We fall in love too hard.
We get the worst heartaches.
And we still romanticise it.
You know you over stayed your 'welcome',
when people no longer acknowledge you.
They just simply WALK THROUGH you.

When people don't acknowledge or even realize the actions you do.
They just simply CAN'T SEE you.

When you walk,
no one can hear you or even when you try to SPEAK OUT!
They just simply CAN'T HEAR you.

When teachers gave up long ago on you.
They just simply LOOSE INTEREST in caring.

When the only place is best for you is a corner.
Just simply NO ONE will ever bother you.
Only on their needs.

When you go up to present,
NO ONE cares to have respect to even pay attention.
They just simply don't GIVE A ****!

When you perform on stage or even showing your true talent!
NO ONE would ever remember you did that!
They just simply acknowledge the OTHER PERSON you were with
and give them credit.
Especially at Prom.
Even then, no matter how OUTSTANDING you look, you're just FORGETTABLE.
________
Over time I've been nothing but a failure through high school,
which is why I stayed there too long.
Aging, seeing younger kids come in and being more full of themselves and their social groups. NO longer appreciating values. Simply having no morals.
Anyways,
through time I just simply fade.....
not even my bleach blonde hair can make me stand out.
I'll forever be the GHOST of high school.
No one will ever remember me from that place.
Chances not in any other places.
I'll forever be a GHOST.
**** high school.
Oh what a fight, push shove duck Dodge.

Miss count dance prounce, Oh what a fight.

Bob Weave trick up my sleeve, Oh what a fight.

Toss turn ive awaken, It was just a dream But, Oh what a fight.
I love to dream.
 Dec 2014 shosho Rea
Rachael Judd
Its like your sitting at a table
Then a handsome man walks up and sits down
You have a few drinks
And share a couple laughs
You get to know eachother,
You share old memories
And untold secrets,
Then a bell rings
And hes gone in a blink of an eye
Winking at the next girl
At the very next table.
You'll share a glance or two,
But after a couple minutes hes a little further down the line.
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