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justine grace May 2018
When I'm broken, you fix me
When I'm sick, you heal me
When I'm down, you bring smile to my face
When I'm in hell, you make all the bad go away

What did I do to deserve you
To begin with, do I even deserve you
You're so kind, full of heart
And you always see the good in me
Even when I feel that I'm such a bitter person

You help me in many ways you can
Even when it's not your job to do so
You make things seem alright
And that I don't have to worry about anything
Because I have you

I don't know
I really don't know
I don't deserve any of this
Neither going though hell in this place called home
Or you

But one thing for sure is
I am certainly blessed for you
Not just today, but everyday
I thank God for bringing you to my life
For bringing someone who cares about me more than I do for myself
For loving when I'm down
For believing me when I'm lost
Sorry for being mia. Just been through and still going through some **** but oh well, I guess life throws you a curveball and you just got to try your best to dodge it. This poem is dedicated for that one person who has always been by my side through the good and the bad, and has always supported me in everything I do. Thank you, my love. You are my all.
Gonzalitu May 2018
En este mundo universal,
cada uno tendrá su espacio.

Hay personas pequeñas y grandes,
cercanas y distantes.
Las hay sólidas e inalterables,
como gaseosas y maleables.
Hay quienes que por su energía,
brillan con luz propia y
acogen a quienes las rodean.
Como también existen fugitivos:
los desprotegidos errantes.

Otros, cubrirán con sus polvos de colores
a todo lo que les rodea.
Mientras que otros, fulgurarán sólo una noche,
para quienes despiertos los vean.

Ensordecer con un destello es un final,
pero desaparecerse en lo oscuro,
o morir en el olvido del anillo,
también es válido.

En grupo, los astros
se comportan particularmente.
Veremos cúmulos que cerrados, sus miembros,
apagándose esperan la muerte.
En el otro extremo, aquellos abiertos,
son las nuevas y más brillantes generaciones.

Como galaxia, tenemos un objetivo (y) final
compartido.
Más allá de nuestra fauna, provenimos
del mismo caos inicial y residuos de estrellas antepasadas.
Aún más común será nuestro entrópico final.

Los cuerpos se atraen y orbitan,
para siempre tenerse a la vuelta.
De a pares, intercambian energía,
se calientan e iluminan.
Será un día que alineados,
algún humano los observaría.
A mixture of my two passions.
Hope you don't get annoyed by some scientific misassumptions.
Sabila Siddiqui May 2018
To the person
whose fierce loyalty
brings comfort.

Whose embracing hug
turns my hurricanes
into a whiff of wind.

The person who's my emotional crutch
on the struggling of days.
And the life vest
when I am drowning in pain.

To the person whose vibrant of all hues,
the bliss in my blues.
The shelter from torrential rain
And escape from my aching pain.

The listener
of my stirring experiences
and muddled-darkened thoughts.

The one
Who's ear is made of patient-empathetic cells
And words of underlying calmness
that seeps deep into the depth of my bones
and soothes my soul.

With you
Best moments are
Exponentially happier;
Much more vivid and illuminated
Worst times made bearable
And Infinitely less nerve-wracking.

You are my go-to
at any point of day.
The Christina to my Meredith
And the star of my Starbucks visits.

I am grateful to be
deeply embedded in your heart
as you are in mine.
To be your sanctuary
As I am yours.
We found each other at the wrong time
From that moment
We knew exactly what we felt-- a fire ignites that we have to utterly resist
You are with her and I, with him
Who knew then?
That we will both have the same feelings that has been kept for so long

Fate paved a way
We were both in pain
We found ourselves lost
Alone..
The things that we planned for the rest of our lives vanished into thin air and became invisible

Then, we found each other..
Again..
We started something special
You took my pain away
You smiled and laughed with me
So innocent and sincere

For the longest time
We both know what we want
At last!
We can be more than what we had
More than friends
This time
We are both ready

But the odds are still against us
How unfortunate this is
We both have too much to fix
These too shall pass, we know
When? We don't know
And when it does?
Will we be together now?

We both know
We don't want to let each other go
We are both holding on
I won't let go
I won't let you go
I believe in possibilities

Know that I will think of you
I will pray and have faith
Everyday
Let's be strong
You made me feel special
What we have is one in a million
I cannot just throw it away

Everything you told me will be safe with me..
You are the one that I want to keep
Forever..
I think you are the best yet

You will always have me..
Come back and find me
You already found me. Twice.

You can always find your way back to me..

                                                    - Ella Salvador
(c) May 2018
cecilia May 2018
I want to be,
special for someone
so that i never alone
two arms holding me tight,
And forever keep me close.

I want to find the missing colors,
for my life is black and white
someone crawling in my thoughts
when i try to sleep at night.

i want to find the wandering feet
that with mine will walk the world
someone warm against my skin
when the winter nights are cold.

And forever keep me close
two arms holding me tight,
so that i never feel alone

I want to be
Your special one
Katie Parsons Apr 2018
I looked through the kaleidoscope only to see the nameless faces of those who once crossed my path.
I dreamt of a face who i once knew so well, but  so quickly turned into that of a memory.
Those eyes of onyx and hair of sand took me by suprise as i only knew you by your voice.
That glistening pearlescent smile blinded me as reflects of enamel danced with my heart.
Only by a picture did i realize that i had entered into a rabbit hole in which couldn't be jumped out of.
Only by a voice did i learn of the many ways that a girl can be loved.

I sat underneath the decaying roof as i listened to your vocal chords sing with a deep tone that took my breath away. 
How did i know an innocence could be so ******?
The birds crowed as i learned of my troubled future. The ants scattered as i would step on what was once their sanctuary.
But who would've known a similar voice would spin me around only to leave me in a corner for you to pick me up.

The golden sun rose only to set again.
Her olive skin reflected that of her hardships. Her emerald eyes made those who met her grow full of envy.
Prince Charming was to late, but was still desperately wanted.
She wanted him to rescue her, but she would always wake up.
His voice once again became a memory.
Those faces that once danced within her eyes were now turning to ash.
Those voices turned into that of a deafining silence.

It was then she realized, the once so colorful kaleidoscope had shattered into pieces to small to be fixed.
The dances of those faces she once knew so well began to disappear.
Blanche Apr 2018
She is a firecracker in a silent room.
Her toothy smile
which spreads from the centre of her lips
to the tips of her ears
is contagious.
Her eyes are the blue-green colour of the ocean on a warm summer day
peaceful at the surface
and the magic held within them is reserved only to those who take a closer look.
Her hair is golden
like her soul
and her locks tangle to no end.
The springs bounce with every step she takes
the ringlets so perfect so you would think them unnatural.
But they definitely are;
she does not have the patience to sit still
for more than an instant
her body carrying her wherever fate decides—
sitting down to curl her hair would never cross her wild mind.
Her laugh comes from somewhere deep inside her slender body
somewhere far behind her rib cage
where the vibrant rhythm of her body originates.
Her heart cannot be contained
too big to fit inside even the biggest of bodies.
There is not a mean bone to be found in her
for she is filled to the brim with love and joy.
Her legs must be the 8th wonder of the world
so skinny they could snap at the lightest breeze
and yet they carry her across tracks so fast
you would think she was pacing herself with light
not the other children scurrying along behind her.
I, too, sometimes feel like I am scurrying behind her
for her imagination races at speeds mine never could.
She is the most vibrant piece of clothing in the closet
the loudest song on the radio
the spiciest food at the dinner table.
I would like to thank the old, tea-loving
Asian woman who has come to reside in my sister’s twelve year old body
for making her the most interesting book on my shelf
the most watched movie in my collection
and the quirkiest soon-to-be teenager I know.
The world is not ready for the greatness she holds
but everyone deserves a Lily in their life.
my sister loves the fact that I write poetry, and she asked me to write her a poem. this is dedicated to her. x
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