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 Dec 2014 Sweetheart
Dr Strange
For years I have had poetry misconstrued
Thinking about what it was technically
Instead of thinking about what it was actually
Because technically poetry is nothing more than words on a sheet of paper
It has just been arranged in a certain way to tell a story

I remember my first days of writing poetry
Personally I thought that it was gay
And because I knew how to write it so well I questioned my sexuality
It bothered me so much in fact, there came a time I attempted to hide the forbidden skill
Ha,that didn't last very long

My first poem dates back to the year 2006,when I was in third grade.
It was ,"simply amazing", according to my teacher
I can recall because I ripped it up hoping to never see a poem again
I hated poetry with a passion due to the fact it coarsed through my veins
I didn't see another poem until the six grade

It was then I met this girl named Deja,a fanominal poet
She would always brag in our second period literature class how she was just the best
I slick had a crush on her but I'd never tell her that
She claimed I was nothing compared to her
So I laughed and wrote the poem, "Different I May Be,"

Never once other then that moment did I get her to hush
She actually began to blush a little though we pretended that never happened
Her eyes were both just wow
They spoke fierce yet sweet
I really was falling deeply for her

That day I finally opened my eyes beginning to think that poetry really wasn't gay
That it was actually a beautiful thing
Though I didn't start actually writing poetry until the end of that year,
After I read the poem,I know why the caged bird sings",by Maya Angelou
I kind of owe this rediscovery of my lost talent to Deja,again I will never admit that to her

She made me realize what poetry was actually
That it is a collaboration of both heart and soul
Using words to express emotions that were seen as taboo at a time
So Deja if by some miraculous chance you see this
I would like to say thank you for opening my eyes to the world of poetry
If you do see this Deja please I would love to get in contact with you again.

My name is Adam Mosely and I met you at Camp Creek middle school
I want to be loved by a poet
because only poets know how
to steal your heart with words
a poet can capture your soul
within one simple poem
but can two poets coexist?

*can a poet love a poet?
© Alysia Michelle
 Dec 2014 Sweetheart
Pdub
If only you knew how strong my desire for you is—
You'd runaway,

With me.
 Dec 2014 Sweetheart
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Dec 2014 Sweetheart
September
with fingers of sin i had touched your core, unzipped your jeans like locked church doors and swore i would marry you one day.
they say i shouldn't love you anymore, that poems are only for those you adore—but when you left i was naked on the floor, sold my soul to the convenience store, and
to forget a ****** i kissed a *****
kissed my lips and cried no more
december 2nd.
 Dec 2014 Sweetheart
Natasha Lea
Maybe I'm not meant for serious.
Maybe I'm just here for fun,
Being used while using,
People think I'm dumb.
Because I fall so easily and never get caught,
I give it up so easily because they want nothing more.
Maybe I'm not relationship material,
Maybe I'm just the milk without cereal.
Love that can fill us up make us whole and give us happiness.
Does not mean saying, "I love you." Do
Not mistake the feelings, of imitation love for true love.

Always remember. True love does not
Mean having money, anger, ***, alcohol, violence, power, approval from others.
Saying, "I love you." Does not always mean love is true.

I want the love in my heart to be always true.
Love true with
You means. Giving to you all of my heart and soul unconditionally.

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
“Love does not always mean saying, I love you.”
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