I have fallen for you
since the first time
we met.
Wanting to know
more about you
was the goal that
I set.

You caught me
off-guarded whenever
you would gaze at me;
I looked away quickly—-
Heart pounding but
feeling all giddy.

I want to get to know you more
but I know that I never will;
My flight leaves at seven—-
Can’t we make time stand still?

Even though I didn’t get to ask
for your name;
There’s this hope inside of me
that our feelings——
are the same.
Anne Jul 18
Many acts of generous offerings
Tender words of helpless mutterings
Expressing in words
Show of kindness
Didn't dismiss of a warm compassion
All have returned of pure compliance
''All about me'' journal
Anne Jul 18
The world can be cruel
Not meeting my expectations
I want to encourage
What we are not
Us need to be cared for
Lies we aren't going to take
Like a spirit force
What we hear let nature
Take it's course
''All about me'' journal
Veer Lundgren Jun 15
I tell myself we’re just friends. I tell myself I know how lucky I am to have a friend like you. Early on I realized friendships should be nurtured and cherished. It’s your friends who stand by you, deal with your slightly odd behavior and overly energetic outbursts. I’ve started to develop hangovers from hanging out with you. It’s like a strong liquor you can't stop drinking.

The first few days after are the hardest, looking for reasons to reach out and make contact. Counting the moments between text messages, thinking that everything would be so much better if only you were near.

As the days go on, you start to forget and return to normal life. But it only takes one afternoon together to put me right back in this place. It’s getting worse and I’m about at my breaking point.

I drive myself mad…. What’s funny is you can convince yourself of anything if you try hard enough. You can take glances and turn them into something more. That brush of the shoulder wasn’t in fact just a brush, and instead was a cry to notice them. The fortune in the cookie means your time is just around the corner. Anything can be turned into something, but how do you know what’s real? All that I know is that I know is that...

I’m in love you. There are people in my life who I love, but no one affects me the way that you do. You are in my thoughts as much as space and science are. I constantly wonder about your well-being and your state of mind. I want you to be happy, and I want to be the one who makes you happy. I want to be with you and I’m willing to take on everything that in-tells.
- I love you. I just wish it was mutual.
Lyn-Purcell Apr 30
I've met someone
who I know will burn brightly
but because of their demons,
they will burn briefly...
I know I haven't been as active as I used to be.
Things are really strained and tough on my end.
But this is a poem I wrote a few days ago...
Someone who is also facing similar challenges and demons so we are on some middle ground.
ONLY  for dear Eliot and his Amount
that’s in my serious head that counts

WOW!  Dear Poetess, (referring to a best friend)
Your rhyming skill comes up to the HP service,
I mean surface,
ah, phonetically it sounds the same,
no one to blame,
in fact, I am an evangelist
and that's for HP true bliss,
IF I think what it is as it IS,
ah, that bliss

we may give through to dear Eliot as he IS,
he needs that amount
for his account
is also our account
as we all mount here
our creations
for many nations
worldwide
nothing to hide

as it comes only to demand that amount
for his and our account
his special baby
his special lady
seriously this is a thought-provoking one
huge one,
non comparing please, to none

but If I may say
not as huge and difficult as the Mount Everest,
the New Zealander Edmund Hillary and the Sherpa Tenzing Norgay
mounted the world's highest mountain,
is more than that, I reckon,
it is also known in Nepal as the Sagarmatha, now I start to sing
and it flows till Tibet as the Chomolungma, haha!
Remember this poem is just for Eliot from our dear HelloPoetry
from me, just the simple and humble Sylvia
as usual as we are creating poems for HP
we are oft in greatest glee
please don’t forget
the pure meaning and close target
of my poem today
well, I wanna say
make way
and hurry up to donate
an up-to-date
firm donation
as fewest as you can
but of course IF you can
as much and many as you are able
for our dear Eliot knight of our Round Table
he is fighting for this most important strife
we must help him ‘coz we are also part of this ardent life
worthwhile
for the apps mobile

HelloPoetry has become true famous worldwide
please help Eliot as quickest with this
‘coz this bliss for him, is also our bliss
and then we can create and send many a mile
our loved poems through our mobile
be noticed that I have done this blend
in a few seconds of moment
I have done this only for dear Eliot
may we have in the nearest future
for our poems a better structure
spending more time at our mobile on this spot
then we will enjoy a very lot
greatest glee and happiness for our dear Eliot!

This concise
I hope you’ll regard it as nice
thought it would be a brevity
as you can see I ain’t that wise….

PLEASE, don’t forget the Donation
then we can say to Eliot:  Felicitation!

Sylvia Frances Chan
SENT TO HP TO BE PUBLISHED
Wednesday 21st of March 2018
It seems, not mutual
It was, just me

Save me, from myself
Theme: When, everything matter.
Genre:Love
the word reciprocation
died of an unnatural death
it so required an in kind
responsive breath*

too few understood
the dire straits it was in
not ever being returned
mutual oxygen's kin

as a consequence of the term
never receiving air
there ended the life
of its courteous fair

the coroner's dictionary
apportioned blame
at the feet of they who
*knew not the name
When we first meet
You wanted to take me everywhere
Allow me to see the world through your sunflower dirt covered eyes
Yet now, you don't want to see me anywhere

I don't blame you anyway
And you don't blame me everyday
Because I do it myself everyday
I hate and I hate
Till there is nothing left to relate to.

You know that it's so hard for me to not hate you
And I know how hard it is to be mature
And grow away from you and I
And instead just leave it to I
Me
No one named you

So let's grab all of our pictures
Grab all of the love notes
That turned into liked notes
All of the Facebook anniversary posts.
And let's burn it
All of it
You and I
Make a bonfire so big
All of the memories that we were
And what we thought we were going to be
Will all burn to ashes
And after all flames have gone away
you will look me in the ashes
As we both smirk at each other and say
“Thanks for the memories.”
As we walk our separate ways.
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