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UnitingWriting Jun 2020
Do you remember when we were just kids?
When there was nothing in the whole world that we missed?
We would only need each other
and the garden of your mother
Tell me; do you remember this?

Do you still hear our voices when we sang?
Or ever think back to our wildest dreams and plans?
All our talks about this life
and almost everything that comes with it
Tell me; do you remember this?

Of how this world has changed
But I still feel the same

You're the one I want to call
when a piece of me falls out of place
You make a rainy day feel better
'cause there's sunlight in that smile on your face

When we're old and when we're grey
and we're living miles and miles away
You will still be in my heart
And if you'd call me up, you'd hear me say:

Don't you know the day I lose you
is the day I lose a part of me too?
And don't you see that life is special
but it wouldn't be as special without you
Lara May 2020
13
Friday, the 13th.
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Something bad is going to happen.

13 is an unlucky number.

But is it?

Can a number be unlucky?

Can something that is getting used in the world be unlucky?

13 is just a number.

A number that can mark a day, be something special for some persons.

But for me it is a lucky number.

No one can define what makes something lucky or unlucky.

Everybody decided for themselves what is supposed to be good for them.

Luck can not be predicted.

It just happens.

Luck is unlucky.
David Southbay May 2020
Never forget the little things in life, for it is these little things that truly make your life worth living…

Never forget to extend your courtesy, for this is what brings warmth into your life…

Never forget to share your smile, for this is what fills your heart with joy…

And never forget who you are… for this is what truly makes you so special…

/David
onlylovepoetry Mar 2017
Qualities.

Quality.  

The quality of Qualities.

But, man oh man,
Am I qualified?


the movie theater goes dark,
the trailers, the advertisements,
the silencing warnings, the advisements,
the darkening final and lastly,

"be sure to keep an eye on your valuables."

she turns to me and says,

"I've got my eye on you."

I cannot tell you the name of the movie
or what it was about,
as powerful shaky camera dizziness overcame.

But I can tell you about,
the special powers of women.

for it is one reason,
perhaps,

the reason

he writes only love poetry.
Reappak May 2020
Among all those flowers,
and the green beneath,
I fetch that red fire

The rose she planted for me
On her special day!
Johnny Montano Apr 2020
She's beautiful, does she know it?
She feels insecure.
Her past's foundation is unstable,

Loosed screws by the screwdriver who was once her anchor.
The man who was supposedly thankful for having her in his life,
Is now a distorted image in the back of her mind,
Still eating her insides.

Living parasites, thoughts of
"I really wish he would (wood) turn" might, (termite)
Not be what's she's truly after.

The sensation of instability is really what's killing her faster
The doubt creeping, one foot in the deep end,
Feels like time is moving faster

As she sinks deeper into the quick sand-mans plaster.
Oh! how she longs to start a new chapter in her life,
Not realizing the pen was in her hand the entire time...

Ma'am, what is it that you are truly after?
Victor Havel Apr 2020
"Ok let see what happen",
says cerebral palsy in the form of my son
he chants the names of his favorite characters

wiggle around the clock
wiggles

he walks with scissor steps and looks at me with a puzzled expression
when I lose my temper.

he was born dead but was saved just before he could
learn how traumatizing life is
he sees ghosts
a poem about my son who has cerebral palsy
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