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Eliana Teixeira May 2016
They say that teenagers are selfish, complicated and dumb. They make us look like kids, waiting to follow their orders without even blinking. They expect us to do everything they want. They expect us to follow their rules... to follow them.

But there's one thing they've yet to realize, we are the future and that means that, someday, they will have to follow our rules. And we are going to be great leaders, great wariors and great artists. We are going to clean up their mess, a are going to live worth lives, we are going to restore peace,  we are going to save Earth.

And in that day, when they woke up feeling the sunlight in their faces, with nothing but feelings of joy in their hearts, they'll see we never nedeed their rules, we can make our own rules, but better, but fairest, but stronger, cause we are unbreakable...
Lunar Mar 2016
i'd say my love for you
is your treasure
which nothing but carats
could measure.
it would take forever
to melt it down,
but only a second
to be your crown.
my love for you
is my pride
that nothing, not even crystal seas
will be able to hide.
if there would be a pinned poem, this would be it in the 'diamond poems' collection. i think this is the exact feeling every carat feels for svt, and our love for them is clearer than a crystal, unbreakable like a diamond.
JLPfoxy Jul 2015
The storms are rolling through again
Unleashing darkness and fear
Just keep holding me tight, love
Soon the skies will clear

They can beat us down and break us
But we will pick eachother back up
We will gather the scattered pieces
And sew them back together with love♡
Olivia Simone Jul 2015
"did you feel it this morning when you woke up?
                  what?
"the sadness"



                          of course.
Lovey Jul 2015
You stand up and you start walking.
You don't know where you're going.
You're just walking.
Then you run into a wall.
The wall is made of straw.
Well you realize you can just blow it down.
So you do that.
Then you run into a wall made of wood.
So you break through it with your foot.
Then you run into a wall made of stone.
So you pick up a pick axe and start beating at it.
Then you run into a wall made of an unbreakable force.
You have no idea how to get around it.
Once you see it you keep trying to figure out how to get through it.
But you cant figure it out.
But you cant get your mind off of it.
So you sit there until one day you look back,
and see all the progress you've made,
and you decide that you've done enough.
Posting this for a friend cause he doesnt believe he is a good writer trying to prove him otherwise
Alexandria May 2015
I am a fighter,
unbreakable under their taunts.

I  am an optimist,
seeing that life is not a series of misfortunes.

I am pacifist,
looking for love rather than conflict.

Life is what you make of it,
don't make it bad,
in perception or action,
we can all change it,
together.
Lunar Apr 2015
Crushed pieces
Of two glass hearts
Didn't find their missing parts

But instead
Found each other
And fit perfectly in place

The first molded with the second
In the heat of the moment
Held from head to toe

A perfect masterpiece
From sand to art
A love so high from low
Part 2 of glass love
A Watoot Apr 2015
She once said,
"I'm made of steel."
"I never get tired."
"I never cry."

But she did.
She got hurt, bent, and burned.

She stood up
Once again
This time, with a smile.

Because to tell you the truth
I'm made of diamond.
**Unbendable
Unbreakable.
Àŧùl Dec 2014
She was not solely a desire,
She was my requirement,
She was very beautiful,
Only till she showed her dark heart.

Her self-centred winds destroyed it,
Relation was beautiful,
That was a requirement,
It is just happy memories.

But now I must moved on,
She was not mine ever,
She could not get it,
For me it's yet another relation over.
Like all other instances I again think that I won't move on. But this time I genuinely think that I won't ever marry.

Thanks for whatever.

And I seriously doubt it if I would ever be able to forgive you.

My HP Poem #718
©Atul Kaushal
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