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I just want your smile.
Sometimes it feels like it's been a while,
since I've seen your lovely face.
One thing that will get me going and put me in my place.
You're so nice and thoughtful,
that smile makes me feel so powerful.
It's nice to know I have someone,
to inspire me to keep going and never be done.
I know sometimes you won't always want it,
but I'll never quit,
to try and make you smile every day,
and begin to make those feelings fray,
and fall apart,
that can stop your heart,
from wanting to let loose that wonderful smile.
Sierra Blasko Sep 2018
Dear Younger Me.

The days ahead are dark.

There will be points
Where you will close your eyes
Burning, stinging, tear-torn eyes
And it will look no brighter
When you open them again.
You will reach for the light switch
Only to discover
The dual bulbs
Clustered under the shade
Are doing all they can already.
You will walk upstairs
In the witching hour
The dark scary still hour
And even though there is nothing
Nothing logical to fear
The still scary, dark hour
And the night will surround you
Press in on you
And you’ll swear each step is a mouth
Waiting to swallow you alive.
You will leap from light switch to light switch
Because the dark
The cursed, smothering dark
Is a fate worse
Than sinking into a molten floor.


Dear Younger Me.

The darkness does not win. Not against the light.
Remember that.

Even if you, yourself, don’t feel light.
Even when you feel bogged down
Like the weight of a thousand worlds
Rests on your shoulders
And you’re slogging through swamp mud, besides.
There is light, and hope, and peace
Peace like none you have ever known
Waiting on the other side.
And if I could spare you the tears
The ache that tears your chest inside out
The lump that threatens to stay
Choking you
Breath by breath
Forever
If I could spare you that
You would never grow.
You would never become me.
Broken. Imperfect. Beautiful.
Stronger, holding tight to the Savior’s hand.
I wouldn’t trade all the stars to be you again, me.
But someday you’ll get here. April 2018.
You’ll write a poem. Me to you. Heart to heart.
You’ll look around. You’ll look back.
And there will be light again.
See you when you get here, yeah?
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
When I see the same star
every night, I ask
where did you go
at the end of the last night?

Skipping the gap!
It always gives me
the same reply.
See you tomorrow night!
I wonder as one read this poem what pops up in the mind in terms of life, nature and the time and space?
Madelynn Nieves Sep 2018
Tiptoe carefully around the subject
Like an artist with a purpose
Creating the perfect choreography
Etching out the typography
Our story
The one that can’t come to fruition
But I stand here
A sucker for ambition
And she continues on
A victim of the human condition
Love isn't just and expression,
it's a part of who you are,
and it's OK if you don't feel it time to time,
but you will.
You just need someone who'll love you for you,
and make sure that you're never left in a cold place.
The cold hurts,
but it's never as bad as it seems.
Especially when you find the one who'll light the fire in your soul.
It's like you've waited your whole life,
to finally meet this person.
It'll take you on a wild ride,
and you'll never know where you'll be next.
You're heart may feel like it'll burst,
and your brain will sometimes stop working from all wonderful burst of chemicals,
that will addict you into a state of wonder.
You'll never want it to stop,
and sometimes it must,
but that's OK because you've had that taste,
and you'll hunt for the rest of your days to get another bite.
Kalen Doleman Sep 2018
I think back to where my journey first began
I let behind those fields of grain.
Towards the endless everlasting world
that opened to me.

I know with this boiling hope brewing in me
I'll see the light of day!
Heading towards my destiny.
The one that I've ceaselessly searched for.

When the scent of hope arises
my nose just can't help but lead me.
As the scent leads to a vibrant, tasty reality.
A reality of hope, light, and prosperity.

Moving with my burning passion.
A new world full of bright opportunity.
Opening the gates of courage.
Closing old doors of stagnant, stinky fleas.

Looking back in my troubled days,
it's full of despair, and painful stakes.
But i just head towards the horizon.
It's just on the other side!

Because....

I've traveled far from where i first began.
And i know someday i'll find the land.
The place where my light grows and shines.

So there's never a need
to give up hope.
Don't drop down, do not mope.
Or you'll miss the endless season of the seas and skies.

So keep on following the winds and waves.
Know your passions.
Give them space.
So they can grow and expand in every way!

Keep a smile on that face.
Let your hopes breathe.
Open yourself to the sky.
There's no need to give up.

Because ....

No matter, whatever, or who you are.
The light of hope will take you far.
Keep imagination alive.
It will take you there.

To the land where you will shine.
You just have to use your mind.
No matter where you are.
Just look back where the journey first began.
You'll find the reason to move on!
infinitewaters poem songofhope poetry greatpoem despair love hope imagination flamingdesire.
Emma Sep 2018
The best part about you leaving
Is forgetting you.
It’s as though the sugar you injected into me
To keep me sweet for you,
And only you,
Is dying off;
Slowly but surely,
Until the only part of you that will
Remain in my body
Is the notch in my heart.

You will always own that
Notch in my heart.
It will always make me care for you,
And make it like my heart always beat for two.
It will always skip a beat
When I see you in the streets.
The smell of burnt tobacco
Will always make my hands tie knots into the bedsheets,
All for you.

I used to believe
That with your sweet honey
Injected into my heart,
I would never be able to forget you,
Much less let you go.
But now, I see that lovers will
Come and go.
You do not own the sweet tune
That makes me undress for you;
And better will come after you.
You leaving hurt, yes,
But without you I am whole.
Every morning when I say,
hello and there you are to stay.
You've given my life meaning,
and on you sometimes I'm leaning,
but you're always happy to leave me there,
on your shoulder for me you'll bare.
I can't start to express how you've helped me,
to get me so honest,
and loveing,
and so carefree.
My problems just aren't that big anymore,
and that's all because of you since you've gotten to my core.
There's parts of me I've shown no one else,
and you're always there to give me help.
Time will go one and things will fade,
but you'll always be there to make my day.
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