I wrote you a note at 5 am,
you read it,
with no reply.
Before you left you asked for a picture of the two of us.
I made a joke and we laughed through the pictures.
But all that I could think about was
how it felt to have your arm around me.
It was holding me,
as I held you.
I wish I could go back to that moment,
but it's gone.
When we said our goodbyes,
it hurt so much.
I wanted to tell you so many things,
but time was running out.
I hugged you so many times,
you thought it was strange.
As soon as you walked away,
my heart felt empty;
I missed your presence already.
We touched hands as you drove away
in that big green van.
I ran after you,
as did other friends.
But you were gone.
I can still see your eyes gazing into mine,
and your oh so sweet smile;
but you're gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
I want a hug
that stops wars
something like never before
A hug that
helps everyone sleep
doesn't even have to be quietly
A hug that
makes everyone smile
if even for a short while
A hug that
makes sure everyone is feed
and well kept
A hug that loves all
from shortest to tall
A hug that just makes everyone equal
to treat each other like people
I want that hug
and you give me a shrug
Who understands the frustrations of using spell check on the phone?
Me I do.
My smart phone isn't very smart,
it types words that I would never use.
Some people are very rude,
they judge me because of a typo.
I think that some people are just
to allow such a thing to go
without giving demeaning criticism.
It's not fair because it's not my fault the phone is programmed to work the way it does.
How I am the error or the stupid one
if I have tried to change the spelling yet the phone still types for me?
Sometimes it works and has a beautiful sway,
other times it choaks my poetic flow
goes the other way.
But there's no call for rude comments,
what did I do to you?
It must be your personal issues,
has nothing to do with me.
There only typos,
they won't bite you
or cause you cancer.
You don't have to stop by my space and throw it in my face.
You are a childish person to think
it was okay.
Also I am disabled
and I have learned to love my mistakes.
Why don't you try being autistic and suffer from a movement disorder on top of muscle dystrophy?
You think it's easy for me? Hahaha
I am proud to say "yes I make spelling errors like everyone else does once in a awhile."
I bet you started out with horrible spelling,
you had to because you had to learn just like the rest of us.
You are no different than anyone else.
I hope you feel better about yourself someday.
I wish you the best.
Maybe you need a hug.
© By Amanda Shelton
right smack dab in
the middle of it-
or...you are just coming
off of being extremely happy
which wouldn't necessarily
mean you're sad, you are just
a bit less happy it seems, right?
What is the good news then you ask?
Don't turn around, my friend
Happiness is just around the bend.
Sometimes happiness hits you head on
when you are least expecting it.
His headlights were stars,
That stuck to the ground
Like the UFO's in Close Encounters.
She stood on the sidewalk,
not too far from him;
Looking like a model on a billboard sign.
The moon rising to her right
And the sun setting to her left.
But she was more stunning - than even the roses on her dress.
She was looking at his headlights.
He was looking at her eyes.
Their peripheral vision was of the sunset and moon-rise.
He was a nerd with glasses and freckles.
She was a bombshell that had not yet blossomed.
His jaw dropped, her smile picked it back up - perfect.
He got out the car and met her at the passenger door.
She wrapped her arms around him and stood like a necklace in front of him.
She was looking at the moon and he was looking at the sun.
Now that they were together they could clearly see what was in front of them.
11/7/16 written by Cyprian Van Dyke
edited on the 8th with the help of https://storywrite.com/shapeshifter
Moon, please softly kiss your eyes,
If you just sleep under the sky tonight,
Stars, will sing a song to your mind,
When you close your eyes and smile at me.
Winds, please cover your beautiful skin,
You will cozy while you are dreamin,
I will be the lights when it's dark, I will holding
your hands, I will hugging you tight, kissing you and waking you up,
And I will be there with you everyday..with everything.. what all around
I should not be allowed
to have feelings
because they make me suffer
from the moment i wake up
until i go to sleep at 2 a.m
i get sad when i text you
(you're too far away)
and i miss you
when you're not talking to me,
it physically hurts
i wanna cry every time
i see pictures of the two of us together,
and when my friends ask me
how am I doing in love
i don't know what to say
how am I supposed to explain
that when you tell me to
dream about you as a joke,
i actually do?
you're sweet because it is
in your nature,
it's just the way you treat your friends,
but every compliment
that comes out of your mouth
means a lot to me
i crave the attention
(only if it's from you),
it's not normal
(at least for me)
i cannot (refuse to)
I dare you to kiss me her lips whispered
I dare you to hug me her arm reached
I dare you to enter my soul her eyes cuts through me
I dare you to watch me her hips tease me
I dare you to crave my touch her skin keeps reminding me
I dare you to hold my hand her fingers fits perfectly
I Dare You to love me Her body keeps telling me