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snoozleberry Oct 2017
i feel your strength when i'm in despair
i feel your sadness when you're farther than usual

-- however

when we get together and talk
whether it be
--- over the phone
where the white noise is a little louder than your voice
but i don't mind
--- facetime
your room is usually really dark
i can hardly see you
i can feel you listening
i can feel the lump in my throat as i struggle to get my words out
i glance at you for a second
and you give me your signature look
"you're going to be okay suz, i love you"
your voice replays in the back of my head as i breakdown
tears are blurring my vision
i'm choking, unable to get a hold of myself together
but im not worried

--- i have you
you shower me with the love and attention i long for
have you broken my cycle?
i know one thing is certain

you've saved me
not only from the world but from myself
from my toxic thoughts
from the opinions of others that have broken me in more ways than one
from my own family
who continues to hurt me even when i hear "i love you" every night

i can go on forever
but who has that kinda time?

i love you
Aaron LaLux Oct 2017
Don’t let me go,
because when I’m gone I’m gone,
and I’m not coming back,
and the only thing I’ll leave behind are memories,

memories and these words,
that’re used to describe the absurd,
sure you might think this is permanent,
but I’ll tell you right now nothing is for sure,

don’t lose me before you have me,
I’m right here with my everything,
a song in my head and a beat in my heart,
a skip in my step and a willingness to be heard,

and to hear you,
I hear you,
believe me,
I hear you,

and I feel your pain,
I feel your joy,
I feel your everything,
I hear your voice,

loud and clear my dear,
no need to be so serious,
I mean nothing really matters anyways,
we’ll all be dead in a hundred years,

don’t even know why we’re here now,
I guess just to share some experiences,
before we’re both gone into the ether,
or our own collective memories,

we are one in millions,
our meeting was not by chance,
thing how many things had to happen,
for us to have this event,

this event as in our meeting,
I mean seriously,
every thing we ever did,
led us right here to this moment,

and now we’re together,
and we’ve created our own alternative reality,
where nothing matters except our emotions,
where we can just be ourselves let down our guards and play,

and it took so much for you to have me,
and now here I am,
and I only ask one thing,
please don’t let me go again,

don’t let me go,
because when I’m gone I’m gone,
and I’m not coming back,
and the only thing I’ll leave behind are memories…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

author of multiple best selling poetry books
CRESTINE CUERPO Sep 2017
Letter start with A,B,C,
Numbers count 1,2,3,
Our friendship knocks on our way,
As I know your name,"annamarie",
It makes me feel hurray!
A part of me,
Saying were destined to be.
Why? Let us see.

Elementary life you were in Section C,
There I was on Section A,
Highschool life I belong to SSC,
Yet you were in ARBEC,
But still our friendship has no boundary,
As we walk to the mile,
We are the teachers of the 21st century.

I thank God for your existence,
You are my brilliant gems,
Finding you makes my life worthwhile,
My smile, your smile was destined to be yours.
A friend is like a watch which beats all the time and never runs down.
Maria Aug 2017
Let's do Karaoke
and pretend we are on key
Sing our hearts out loud
Dance like no one is around
Every lyric might be symbolic
don't worry cause tonight we'll be alcoholic
Let your emotion out
and use a song to tell me what is it about
Sing to me all your fears
but don't drop a tear
And just to be clear
remember I am always here
This night might never end
just like our friendship that will not bend
For we will sing together,
Until we achieve our forever.
Shayuna Williams Aug 2017
a freckled face:
sharp and dark eyeliner outline
the brand new skies in her eyes
and i wish i could capture the moment
she smiled at me for the first time

a strong personality:
her mother taught her
to dance in the space between
being vulnerable and guarding her heart
and i wish i could capture the moment
she took me to that place for the first time

a gracious heart:
strawberry cheeks and fits of laughter
fill the void in my bones
giving me the best kind of chest pains
and i wish i could capture the moment
she referred to me as her "best friend" for the first time

i think everyone deserves someone like the honeybee
someone who is fierce but gentle
someone who you could never find in anyone or anything else
someone who should always be followed by a round of applause
someone who plants happiness with each step
and watches it bloom around her little town

you are a champion and you help me to see that i am one too
you encourage the best parts of me, abby

i hope that i do the same for you
Maranda Thomas Mar 2017
Always there she is,
Like the color of an evergreen tree.
Always uplifting she will be
When I am down.

Always the best advice she can muster
When she has not a clue herself.
Always I will be her priority
Even if she has ten other things on her plate.

Her long yellow hair, and bright blue eyes.
Her tomboy looks and unproportional nose.

She lives so far away, yet she is still right beside me.
Late night phone calls hours long,
Consisting of boy drama and family problems
And of remembering summer nights of laughter.

We don’t talk nor see each other everyday,
But she is my best friend and I am hers
And I will never take her for granted
Because she has me and I got her.
Rosemarie Caruso Jan 2017
You held me in the darkness.
We talked away the pain.
I sang the tune without the words,
And filled the sky with rain.

We danced among our manic storm,
Connected at the soul.
Shaking our heads to static thought
From men with hearts of coal.

Even in the stillest days,
An earthquake rests inside.
A rumbling, crumbling, mumbling mess
I thought I'd never hide.

And now I know I never will;
You've shown me the light.
No beauty from the brightest day
Can compare to the dark of night.

Thank you for existing,
For choosing just to be.
Since I'll be infinitely listing:
Thanks for loving me.
Shades31 Jan 2017
I don't know what to write about you
You are so mysterious, yet alluring
You invite me in, but show me nothing
Of your soul, or of your mind

And now I look at you and hope
To see something of who you are
'Cause it's picking at me constantly
This lovely person who exists in you

You have so much, yet use none
You prefer to live like a commoner
Yet you're a princess
And while I'm just a servant-boy
I can't help but be enthralled by you

The most beautiful girl in all the land
Not in looks, or anything so mundane
But the beauty that lies within
Of which I have heard of, but never seen

You were my best friend as a child
We spent so much time together
You grew up to follow your family's line
I grew up to follow mine

And yet, despite having known you back then
I feel like you are not the same
You were so playful and so foolish
And now, you're all grown up,
A lovely women who hides herself from the shadows
Of the darkness of men who come
To ask for your hand in marriage,
But only because you're a princess

You remember when we were kids
How we used to hide
Whenever we were called?
How you used to jump on my back,
And I carried you around?
How you jumped on my bed in the mornings
To wake me up before sunrise?
And as teenagers, at sunrise
So we could sit up and watch it together?
And how you'd fall asleep soon after
On my shoulder, on the grass

I have loved you for so long
Not because you're a princess
But because of who you were
And what you showed
But you refuse to show the world
The truth about your soul
Of your mind that thinks such beauty
Of what the world could be
That is why I love you
That is why I care
Know that I will love you,
Even if you're not as beautiful
Even if not as smart
As long as you remain the girl
Who you used to be - so playful,
So kind, and wonderfully so.
Dear Princess, I know that I'm not worthy
Of your love, or even gaze

You don't like me saying "princess"?
Why, friend, is that so?
"I'm not really a princess,
In your head, I am, though.
And though you treat me as one,
And say you'd be a servant in my kingdom,
I am not.
I'm not because princesses don't fall for servant boys
And I … I love you"
Masked Voice Dec 2016
You make me feel right,
when
I feel wronged...
s Oct 2016
We used to swing under the big willow tree
We lived 3 doors down from each other
We were princesses who fought dragons
We could save the kingdom and find our prince by lunch time
Our moms laughed and talked about how cute we were
Four years old was a cute age

Fast forward a bit
We went into elementary school innocent and young
Boys had cooties
Girls had cooties
Kickball always ended with someone getting hit in the face
We would always sit out field and pick grass and shape it into a little birds nest
Life was good
Until your parents started fighting and I mean really fighting.
It scared me and I would have to go home
I would make you come with me
three doors down
Our moms didn’t laugh anymore
By Christmas break your parents were broken up and divorced
Eight years old was a confusing age

Junior high was mean.
Girls would rip you to shreds and then hang pieces of you on everyone’s lockers
Boys just wanted to make out
A whirlwind of uncontrolled hormones
We were the quiet ones
Always flew under the radar
Just trying to make it out alive
We found a little spot to eat lunch under the stairs where no one would go
We giggled and talked about boys who didn’t even know that we existed
I remember crying in the bathroom with you because people were brutal and we weren’t good enough
Our moms worried about us and how distant we were becoming
Thirteen years old was a sad age

Highschool is another story
You were put in the hospital for a month
I was left at school alone
I had to find more friends
I found most of them were fake
So I ate my lunch in a bathroom stall
Reading all the swear words that were carved in the wall
You were really sick and we grew apart
We were always close
We will always love each other
You tried to save me from myself
But I didn’t let you
Seventeen was an important age

Now we are at different colleges
I tried to **** myself while you were getting an A on your anatomy test
It’s sad
We don’t swing under the big willow tree or fight dragons anymore
Our moms hardly talk
You are a success
and I am a failure
We don’t really mesh
I miss you every day
I’m sorry I can’t be good enough for you
We were princesses who lived three doors down, we saved the kingdom.
I love you
I’m sorry this has faded
Just like everything else
Nineteen years old is a dying age.
Really just a story
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