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Timothy Mar 2018
Walk these steps by yourself, not because you are alone.
          But,Because you are strong.
Live to tell your tales, not for you to have a legacy.
          But for inspiration among others
Put your heart on your sleeve, not because you are infatuated and anxious with the thought of love.
          But, Because you gave yourself permission to fall in love.

Break a piece of you for everyone to feast, not because you desire for the broken people to stop wincing, but for the sole reason of giving without receiving

Finally, say “I love you” to the people who you care about the most, not because, oneday they will never be around. Because they are already there.
poetry became heavy to me. I no longer see it as a source of entertainment... I see it as a long text of depression...

sorry//
E McNamara Mar 2018
It was my destruction- in the best way.
His presence, just that alone
Would make me lose all breath
I’d be panting,
Trying to catch what I had lost.

When I saw him
My heart would do anything
But keep a rhythm
I could never walk steadily
He was my destruction- in the best way.

His eyes made me shake
My bones turned to rainwater
I was taken by him.
Hung on every word out his lips.
He was my destruction- in the best way.

And when I thought he forgot me
It shattered me
The courage I found
To talk to him
I don't know from where, it came

Turns out he had not forgotten me
But moved on from me
And that’s what hurt the most
But that was the pill I needed to swallow
To forget him

He was my heart’s destruction- in the worst way.
Talking to him shattered what feelings I had felt for him. So now I'm finally over him, but God, he made my heart beat like I was running a marathon.
Hidden Glade Feb 2018
#1
I love your smile
all quiet, and cute
but flirty, [****?]

I'm not good with words, I guess
but you know, you make me smile
and that's just one reason that

I love you
and all of your fragile pieces
it doesn't count, by the way
S
Lily Sales Nov 2017
for the first time in quite a longtime i am happy. not the kind of happy like fake laughs at terrible jokes or the happy that never has some sort of real meaning. right now. november 2017. i am happy. i can feel my heart race when something good happens to someone else. i smile at everyone that i see. i find joy in helping others and i'm not afraid of love. i am not afraid to care for someone or to tell someone how much they mean to me. my walls have come crashing down. but not so loudly to the point where all of the people that hurt me come running back to damage the new heart that i fixed. but to the point where they came down softly and not all at once and people that i thought were just passing by saw the good. happy side of me and decided that they want to stay there. stay in my life. not to trash it and throw everything that they don't like away. but to clean it up and make it sunny again.
George Krokos Nov 2017
When something has finally reached or passed its "use by" date
it resigns itself to whatever is in store for it according to its fate.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
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