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Nicole Apr 2015
I want to feel  attractive
I want to feel  enough for someone
I want to feel  important
I want to feel  loved

--

I am  attractive
I am  enough for someone
I am  important
I am  *loved
Life Mar 2015
Ride an elephant
See the northern light
**** myself
Mayuri Kende Mar 2015
Trace the picture which is inside your mind,

Transform your thoughts into those infinite words,

Trust your instincts that they will find,

A plethora of words, always hide.


Talk to your buddy, talk to your mother,

Give the gift of words to your ‘love’, take a word of wisdom from your brother.

Speak with rage, come out with the wrath,

You will be overwhelmed to find what lies after that.


You will rediscover friendship when you share,

Thus, shedding the inhibitions that you wear.

More close you get, with whom you open up,

To find out that you are not the only one stuck.


A pool of people, a pool of emotions,

Awaiting for your participation.

Perhaps it is the moment,

For the words, signs and pictures to vent.
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
Not a poem. Repost please.

First I'd like to thank all the poets
who are so faithful to follow me.
You are wonderful!
I'm afraid I have been lax in doing
the same. There are many reasons for this. Some of which you already know. My mom is quite ill and my
father just had two operations on his
eyes. They are both disabled. As I am. I have stage four arthritis in both knees. So I'm helpful, but slow.
The reason why I am not able to comment on some poetry/repost/add to sites is due to my perfectionist nature. I feel like I'm not giving each poem the attention it is due. So I read and reread the poetry you write. I truly enjoy reading your work. But this also makes me SLOW. Plus I am a hunt n peck typist.

I am also behind the scene on the site message system. I truly want to respond to and help all who message me and request such. I'm not a minister or pastor. But I believe in God. And I want to truly emulate the Lord Jesus Christ. When people came to Him for help He didn't *send them AWAY
. I want to apologize to all I have NOT responded to. I pray for you and sincerely wish you all the best! I hope that this is of
some comfort....

I know that these are a lot of excuses. But I'm leading up to a point. From now on all I have time to do is like and repost. I know that this has not been my practice in the past. But I want you to know that you are READ. And appreciated!

If you have any ideas about how I can make the most of my time on site please contact me via the site message system or comment. I'm relatively new to these sites and want suggestions.

Thank you! I love you ALL! ♡♥♡♥**

Catherine
I HATE to put spam up, but feel this
is important. Nobody should feel left out! I can't tell you how much I appreciate your readership! And I really want to read poets new to me and new on site ALSO!
WickedHope Mar 2015
Sometimes,
puzzle pieces
are nothing more
than jagged chunks
of cardboard...
And sometimes they make a whole.
- - -
Prove it, *******.
ephemeral Feb 2015
Dear Future Me,
Please don’t forget to love.
It is by loving that we truly live.
Please don’t forget not to keep your heart locked up.
It is feeling everything that makes us human.
Please don't forget to dance.
It is the movement of freedom.
And lastly, please don't forget to smile.
For when you do, the world will smile with you.
Love, Current Me
This is so important.
Sydney Ann Mar 2015
Hey....                         You
I know you've            heard it before
but you just don't understand how fake we all
look I do it too I try not to you talk about yourselves
don't question life want to be different but end up be
-ing the same on all the things that matter help
me change the world support not all I wa
-nt: to not have to hide and to not be
disgusted with everyone for
neglecting the imp
-ortance
of li
-fe
Please, re-evaluate what's really important, your video-game, or the environment. Vines, or teen suicide. Every little thing counts
Sierra Scanlan Feb 2015
Today was my cousin Joe's birthday, but I think of him more as an uncle considering he's closer to my dad's age than mine, that's besides the point of this, though. I haven't seen him or talked to him in 5 to 6 years due to  his mental conditions. The past 10 years or so have consisted of a lot of ups and downs for him. I can't remember when exactly it was, but it was fairly recent, that he was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia. When I had found this out, I was probably a pre teen and I didn't fully understand what this meant, but I do remember feeling a punch to my chest. Joe was my best friend when I was child and he was a vital part how growing up went for me. I always looked forward to holidays and family gatherings because I knew he'd be there and we'd get to spend time together and share laughs. When he was diagnosed, he was no longer around... He needed to get help and as sad as that made me, I knew it was for the best. Today was his birthday, today I called him meaning it'd be the first time we had talked in almost six years. I could tell he wasn't the same man he was when I was a child, but that didn't make a difference, I was just happy to hear his voice. He hadn't realized I had already graduated high school or that I was on my first year of college or that my sister had a baby. At certain points in the conversation, he had called me by my sister's name, but I knew I shouldn't take it personally, I knew he knew that it was me he was speaking to. He had said my voice was calm and that I sounded just like my father, I never thought that was something I would be happy to hear. When the circumstances aren't what they once were, you come to appreciate what you get. You appreciate the little things because the big things are no longer something you can experience. How can you possibly make up the time  loss in six years through a sixteen minute phone call? You can't, but I sure as hell did try. I never realized how much I had changed in those years until he had picked up the phone. I realized I wasn't the same little girl and I didn't have the same dreams I had that time in my life. He was different, too. Not the golly man he once was. He hadn't lost the light that kept him going though and I think that's really important to consider. Mental illnesses are always going to be mental illnesses, but what is important is you don't let them win. You don't realize how significant a person's mental health is to their well being until you see the mental health of someone you love spiraling down at a fast speed, potentially taking them away at any moment. You're not your mental illnesses, you'll always be my best friend. "I love you, kid." "I love you, too." That's what was said before I clicked the end button on my iPhone.
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