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Ali Q Feb 2016
Normal events of life:
Natality, identity, wedlock, fatality

As disrupting events triumph the rhythm
Destroys the loop, making life aloof

There comes one wonder
Revisiting the events, one must ponder
Twists and turns, identity is profound
Discovered as it may be, but still unacceptable
Cuz normality Disdains And retains from interchangeable

But thou shall break this bubble
To free himself and feel more comfortable

Peers will judge, the true ones won't
Only they can understand but others don't

One may even find himself Alone
Smiling away in front of a thousand clones
Indeed they will stare,
Coldhearted,
Confused,
Look alike stones.

Their judgement pierced through before,
This time, this resolution has led to no more!

Health was draining, stooping below
Feelings of distress, sadness hollow
Complain and nag to achieve pity and sorrow
But what's the point of such negativity
It only brings bad news! Depression and lesser longevity.

So enough is enough! Rebirth is in order
A new soul emerges that can only grow stronger and stronger
Put it through a test,
Try it out,
Beat it down,
Bow down it shall no longer!

   - By Ali Q. =)
Harshest criticism is the BEST criticism!!!
precious joy Jan 2016
isn't it thrilling to wonder what would happen
to you in the next few days? thinking who would make you laugh, how many hearts would be broken, where will your wandering feet would take you, who are you going to meet that would make you write midnight poems about.
like this one
Ryan M Hall Dec 2015
I find myself on long walks.
I enjoy nature. It calms me
to be surrounded by trees
that tower over me.
They look like the large
giants that I used to slay
when I was a kid.
I used to imagine I was a knight.
I used to imagine my future life.
I was optimistic,
           I was bright

This cold walk brings me to a simple place.
A quiet,
            happy setting.

As the snow falls over head,
it brushes gently on my cheek.

At its cold touch, I am brought back to reality.

I am reminded
that these trees aren’t dead.
They are dormant.
They won't feel the same for months

I only hope that one day,
I can live like the trees.

I pray that like the trees,
               I won't feel dead for long.
What im afraid of is failing miserably with my dreams in sight
Going down without a fight
Grabby hands clatching onto my feet
Talking to the lavender girl from across the street
Myself, in a manic sense
My little sisters disappearing innocence
Loving somebody who only thinks of letting go of me
A harmless bee sitting on my sleeve
The things that scare me will soon come to an end
Anyway, most of it was always just pretend
edited after a year, lol. still afraid of these things.
Banana Dec 2015
I work in a hospital,
sterile, too bright, monitors beep,
everything's bleak except you.
I know you're dying and as I check your vital signs I try not to speak.
You tell me once you're better you'll take me to dinner,
I wish I was optimistic, I wish I didn't know better.
So instead I take my breaks in your room,
we sit there and talk over ****** hospital food.
When I work night shifts I watch your mother cry while you sleep,
It's eight o-clock, she hasn't had dinner, I remind her to eat.
This is going to be a series, or collection I guess. I have some stuff written about this, I just want to put it together in thoughtful, chronological and coherent manner. So stay tuned for updates.
i came to you for a straight path
with no crossroads and walls at the sides
to lock in my free mind as best one can;

but you built my dreams back up instead
like collapsed buildings after a war
(which, in a way, they were);
you restored me at the start.

for pocket change, you took my soul
and folded it until it was an origami crane
that soared over mountaintops and deep blue seas
and lived off hopes and wishes and dreams;
a tiny piece of paper, flower print
that came to life to watch the foxtail valleys
and toblerone mountains of my mind
and it watched the memories of me riding among the clouds
and swimming in clear turquoise waters
and crying over friendships lost.
we will always remain that way
you form me, fold me, throw me into the air
while I remain, just cellulose, pliant, never my own -
yours to be ripped apart.

it was what i came for, after all.


cs
this poem changes as much as my soul did when i was still yours.
Samantha Dietz Nov 2015
Too many times
I've cried
Over poems
I write
About the sadness
That lies
Inside the shadows
Of life
It's now time
To realize
The moon does
Produce light
And my walls
Say goodbye
As I embrace
The night
Roice Tayag Nov 2015
Have you ever felt beauty as serene as the sea?
An unfathomable radiance that makes you feel free
Do you always see the blue skies as you wake up and rise?
The sun that gives you warmth, as you walk along the path

Have you ever cried a river and smiled afterwards?
Asked endless questions that came rushing into mind
Do you ever wonder why everything’s so nice?
Despite the imperfections, the world seems so bright

Writing this poem doesn’t make me a poet
Putting cool rhymes doesn’t make a good sonnet
Just want to say I like you and we can end all this
Because you are just as special as the wind’s kiss
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