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Ashley Nicole Oct 2015
I poured salt at the doorways of my mind
In attempts to keep the demons out
Trying to be a lot more optimistic lately. So far my mood has definitely improved.
DO NOT DIE LIVING IN THE PAST
Please read that again.
Again.
Maybe thrice, so it sinks in and is embedded in your mind.
Listen, readers.
You are here today to live
Feel blessed that you are alive.
Today you have the ability to make someone smile
Make a new friend
Make someone's day.
Don't waste it by wallowing
Because you are contributing to all the negativity in the world
And why be a pessimist if you can be optimistic?
Why walk past someone without a simple and friendly hello?
Why cry about what didn't work out and not focus on what could?
You see, we complain about the world we live in
But we forget we are apart of it
And that we can not only change it
But change it for the better
And make life a little happier
And the world a better place.
So forget about the past
Forget about your failures
And focus on what matters
Because all we have
Is
Now.
Stop and take a moment
Look around you and simply
Appreciate
All the good things in your life.
The little surprises that make me jaunty
The little hellos that make me feel the polka-dots and smiles of yellow

The little gestures and gift cards
That make a trail to a big, bright smile

The little hellos to patch the gap of time for
A friendship we built to cherish

The little surprises maybe packaged small, but it's compressed with
A bond so strong because true friendship should never perish
A thank you poem dedicated for every friend who would randomly call or text me a simple message of hello. Speaking of hello, hello dear poets! :)

John Archievald Gotera © 2015
Raindrops up above, concrete down below
Whistles in the air
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
Walking down cold streets
Breathing down some air
Feeling a gulp on my hair
The wind feels so fair
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
I let the world continue to brush my hair,
The wind’s my compass and my fairy
***** of newspaper scrambling by the streets
I take some knowledge, I take some air
This very moment is what I wear
No rush
No rush, just smile and take a mighty hush
As a reminder to always stay focused in the present moment.

Copyright ©2015
Sriram GSN Aug 2015
A year from now,
I would have
climbed the Tower,
walked on the Wall,
sat on the Bridge,
survived the Desert,
passed the Canyon,
crossed the River,
sailed the Ocean,
stared at the Stars,
seen the Aurora,
read the Book,
tasted the Wine,
celebrated the Day.
That my friend,
is a Year well lived.
A Year From Now.
There are ebbs in Life. Loss of a loved one, breakup, tiresome jobs, solitude and a boring life. But there's always hope & happiness which only we can create ourselves. I asked a friend "I'm bored. What makes you drive?". She said, "Travel. You need it. Just make it happen." Get out of despair, travel the world and live your life.
Scarlet Niamh Jul 2015
You
You make the light shine brighter
And the weight feel lighter,
And you open my eyes to the new,
So now my heart will love more
Than it could do before,
And that's all because of you.
Thomas EG Jul 2015
Mixed messages
Confused conscience
Swerving signal

Thorough thinking
Optimistic offering
Hesitant Hell
Alliteration or something poetic like that
sage short Jun 2015
Her name was Mystery
She loved poetry, so I thought I’d write her some

Hangnails always lived on the sides of her thumbs
The same thumbs she used to type up her future book ideas with

Music flowed through her body like waves in the ocean

She fell in love with characters she’ll never meet
But she had so much hope

Optimistic, she was

She danced with the hillsides of mountains
And taught me about aliens

She swore she was from Elsewhere
I guess Mystery is trapped inside a fake reality
A world she created herself

Mystery loved movies
She told me she wanted to be in some, one day
But I told her she didn’t need to be fictional
And she said
“Maybe I already am”
Matthew Harlovic Jun 2015
My half-life reflects
my active light, I’m as bright
as my afterlife.

© Matthew Harlovic
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