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Corona Harris May 2016
Sometimes I need to take a break.
Sometimes I need to run away.
Sometimes I need to be left alone.
Sometimes I need to just rest.
Sometimes I need to fly away.
Sometimes I need to disappear.
Sometimes I need to scream.
Sometimes I need to smoke.
Sometimes I need to cut.
Sometimes I need nobody to stop me.
Sometimes I need to be let go.
Sometimes I need to be told "I hate you."
Sometimes I need to say "*******."
Sometimes I need to be heartbroken.
Sometimes I wish for all of this...
because Sometimes I need to feel alive.
Good things aren't the only things that can make you feel alive.
I hadn't heard from you in months.
I thought about you every day.
No joke
I though about if you were think about me as much as I was of you.I wanted to hear your voice,
see your smile,
be with you once more
but then yesterday came along.
I got your message
"hey"
unknown number
"who is this?"
"who do you think?""
"I dunno"
"Juana"
woah woah woah woah
JUANA?!?!?!?!
Its been a year!
JUANA!?!?!
I almost cried.
I wanted to leap for joy.
You can't understand,
she was...is my best friend.
She completes me as a person.
My best friend
reunited
with me.
Oh my ******* god.
So
exciting.
Juana,
thank you
*its so nice to have you back
To..well of course my best girlie, Juana.
Love ya girl!
Life is like a piece of gum
You unwrap a new piece,
Like a fresh start
You start chewing that piece,
Learning how to live

You can blow it,
Let it expand and expand
Until sometimes
It explodes in your face

It might be hard
To clean it off
Sticking everywhere
Making problems
It might take a while
But as you learn
You’ll get better
Through trials
Until the whole piece
Is back in your mouth

Sometimes the gum will get bland
You’ll get bored and sick
You’ll want something new
Something exciting
Something different

So you’ll spit out your gum
Wrap it in a wrapper
And toss it in the garbage
Where it will stay
So you don’t have to remember
Unless you want to

Then you’ll buy a new
And exciting pack of gum
An exciting flavor!
Maybe cinnamon, maybe fruit
Maybe even a mystery pack

Then you’ll start over
A new chapter
Filled with new tastes
And experiences
Like a fresh piece of gum
Thought of this today, when I bought a new fangled pack of gum. It was a weird flavor, but I wanted to try something different :D
oui Feb 2016
guess what? there’s so many people out there who are way better than you in so many different ways and that’s alright because there’s also hundreds of cities with thousands of people you’ve never met who would be madly in love with you for being exactly as you are today and if that doesn’t excite the **** out of you I’m not sure what will
Syiera Rose Feb 2016
Forever floating among grey skin and grey clothes.
Which seems to be perfect for some,
But I cannot follow those;
Those who follow the greyscale, those who believe what is said to be ideal.
Do they long to no longer feel?
Do they wish to live a bland life?
Be straight, take a wife,
Have kids, live for strife?
Take a husband, Work full time,
Whistle out the window as the birdies chime?
Little do they know, you can have a normal life and keep yourself colorful and alive.
Little do they know, there is no shame in having color makes for a happier life.
What I mean by color: Color as in idea's, adventures, and real- well thought out- opinions and ideas.

Is this a remark on homosexuality and gay rights?: No, it isn't, it is just the typical idea of "normal".

What do I mean by "normal"?: What I mean by normal is the typical settling down and raising a family. In this poem I am talking about raising a family and still experiencing life.

I write all my material,
Please ask my permission if you would like to use it.
Thank you.
Cathyy Dec 2015
Here's the thing;
Usually,
I'm not this shy or giggly
But when you speak
It sets off wild butterflies in, me..

So maybe in person,
I'm not that poetic
I might push away
And be dramatic
Well just pull me close
And i'll let you know..

I'll let you know
All the things that are running, running round in circles
through my mind..
Oh if you close your eyes

Its been a while,
Since i've let my hair down
But then on snapchat;
When i saw you smile
I knew then, i wanted to get to you
I just didn't know how to
So now that, the stars are all out i'll
Sit here and be your friend now
But oh gosh, i must confess
There's this Taylor Swift song that makes me think about you
Well now that it's obvious,
What more girl can I do?..
Woah oh oh..
I've got a crush on you :')
Second poem out of the triology (first poem was called Playback) all three poems are inspired by a new person in my life, how exciting right? And how impactful must you be.. Hmm find out in the last poem how much of a "crush" this is aha,

New poem coming 26th December,
Also a link to a youtube video i'm uploading on that day will be posted at the end of that poem.

Thanks for all your love and support
211 followers on here is mind boggling
I love you all for positive comments

- Merry Christmas
Cathy **
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
-------------------Panginoon,,ano po kaya

---ngayong bagong umaga

-------kakaharapin kong tadhana

---------gitna po ba?kanan?o kaliwa?

ganun pa man,,susundan ko ang tamang daan
sa ESPESYAL na ARAW at sa buong maghapon
nais ko lang po ngayon MAGPASALAMAT !
sa INYO AMA,,,sa biyaya nyo pong AGIMAT.


nang dahil sa isang
katahimikan,,nabuo
ko ang isang kasabihan
walang mga paa na makakahakbang nang hindi muna  _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
*mag-uunahan
my exceptional point of view for tomorrow
a poem of mine that would take away my sorrow
Aizzur Festejo Nov 2015
I tease you to make things exciting.
I tease you so everything seems more relaxing.
I tease you to make you laugh.
I tease you when life's getting rough.
But sometimes,
I tease you to expose my wickedness.
I tease you to show my sweetness.
I tease you to get your attention.
I tease you to give words to my affection.
If I crossed the lines,
What will happen if I stop teasing you?
Should I just do tricks like peek-a-boo?
KD Oct 2015
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Am I growing or is the world becoming smaller?
Where did I leave my childhood behind and when was it really over?
Is there a way to predict the future or does it completely depend on our choices?
Am I the one to calm my thoughts or is it out of my control?
Why did they do this to me and should I be sorry for their actions?
Do I try too hard or do I just not care enough?
Am I too less or too much?
Why did I never get to say goodbye when I knew it would happen?
What is the reason for the birds to leave south and come back again if it'll just get cold later?
How do I rescue myself before it is too late and will it ever be too late?
Did I hit rock bottom or can I continue to dig further down?
Is there a specific purpose for me in this world or are some of us perhaps not destined to anything?
Are we walking in circles or are we actually moving forward if not backwards?
Does it get better with time or do I just get better at swallowing the pain like it was bitter medicine?
Will this end and how did it even begin?
Why do the covers feel too hot but the world around me too cold?
Am I scared of monsters or people who pretend to be angels?
Do I get deceived to believe or is the feeling about this real?
Do I want to go back or is it worth to keep moving?
Am I scared or am I excited?
People might ask:"Do you ever get tired of writing poems so much?"
My answer to that is: "Nahh"
They're too much fun to watch the ink flourish and watch the amount of written paper grow by the day
and that you took all your grievances away
At least for a short time
before you do it all again
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