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Irene J Nov 2019
Besides your beautiful smiles,
your foolish laugh,
your silly jokes,
and all those ways you
tried to comfort me
and understand me.

From all of that,
I fell in love with your flaws.
where nobody would,
I fell in love wanting to be that person
who can be right beside you and love you
for who you are.
Not because of your beauty,
but your flaws is more beautiful to me.
I try to reflect the reason why I suddenly fell in love with him when at the beginning I told myself not to. It was that moment where he opens up to me and told me "finally someone appreciates" him. And from that moment, I wish to give him the comfort and love he deserves. But yet, now he has left me out because... idk. I just dont get it why.
Irene J Nov 2019
I wish I can go back in time,
and take back everything I've done that has damage us.

I wish I never fell in love with you,
I wish I had listened to myself in the beginning.

I focused too much on the idea of you and me together,
I forgot that expectations never met reality.

I just let everything flow itself,
and maybe someday faith can bring us together.
Only if someday ever exist.
so... I am really have given up on liking this guy. He grew distance to me all of a sudden, and I wish it never happen. This was I fear.
Rachel Gosby Nov 2019
To be happy.
Not to be sad.
To be loved.
Not to be hurt
To enjoy life.
Not to be stuck.
To be free.
Not to be stressed out.
To be drama free.
Not to be weak.
To do things that make me happy.
Not pleasing others.
To be a leader.
Not a follower.
To be Me.
Not to be someone else.
To be kind
Not to be rude to others.
To live my life.
Not living someone else life.
To keeping my faith.
Not feeling sorry for myself.
To understand more.
Not to be mistreated.
To control my life.
Not let someone take over.
To rebuild
Not tear myself down.
To travel the world.
Not to stay still.
To hold my own.
Not to **** my dream.
To make things happen.
Not to fall behold.
To listen to myself.
Not to run away.


It's my turn to do what makes me happy, and not worry about what makes other people happy.

To be strong.
Too proud of who I am.
To let go of the pain.
To stop crying.
To be patient.
To be
learn that's it's your turn to live your life and be who you are. don't hold anything from your self. don't let anything stop you from living life as you want it
Nat Lipstadt May 2013
For Al, who left us, Nov. 22, 2014

With each passing poem,
The degree of difficulty of diving ever higher,
Bar incrementally niched, inched, raised,
Domain, the association of words, ever lesser,
Repetition verboten, crime against pride.

Al,
You ask me when the words come:

With each passing year,
In the wee hours of
Ever diminishing time snatches,
The hours between midnight and rising,

Shrinkage, once six, now four hours,
Meant for body restoration,
Transpositional for poetic creation,
Only one body notes the new mark,
The digital, numerical clock of
Trillion hour sleep deficit, most taxing.

Al, you ask me from where do the words come:

Each of the five senses compete,
Pick me, Pick me, they shout,

The eyes see the tall grasses
Framing the ferry's to and fro life.
Waving bye bye to the
End of day harbor activities,
Putting your babies to sleep.

The ears hear the boat horns
Deep voiced, demanding pay attention,
I am now docking, I am important,
The sound lingers, long after
They are no longer important.

The tongue tastes the cooling
Italian prosecco merging victoriously
With its ally, the modestly warming rays
Of a September setting sun,
finally declaring, without stuttering,
Peace on Earth.

The odoriferous bay breezes,
A new for that second only smell,
But yet, very old bartender's recipe,
Salt, cooking oil, barbecue sauce, gasoline
And the winning new ingredient, freshly minted,
Stacked in ascending circumference order, onion rings.

These four senses all recombinant,
On the cheek, on the tongue,
Wafting, tickling, blasting, visioning
Merging into a single touch
That my pointer finger, by force majeure,
Declares, here, 
poem aborning!
Contract with this moment,
now satisfied!

Al,  what you did not ask was this:
With each passing poem,
I am lessened within, expurgated,
In a sense part of me, expunged,
Part of me, passing too,
Every poems birth diminishes me.
__________
(this poem more than most,
for its birth celebrates
my loss, your loss,
which cannot be exonerated 8/7/18)


__________
written at 4:38 AM
September 8th, 2012

Greenport Harbor, N.Y.
Aaina khan Oct 2019
I Choose to be without you.
Because I choose,
To be sad without you,
Rather than ,  not happy with you.
#happy #sad #you #me #choose
Bryce Oct 2019
In the valley,
It is grassland and heat--
And God cooks the worms and the water beneath
Hides from his sight.

But there you are with me,
The smell of flesh and insence
The perfume of love and word
And this valley is no longer
Than a longing for you.

Would you step with me on these
Quaking soils
Laughing along warbling streams
Dancing on heated sands
Tracing likeness in the leaves
With me?

Hidden beneath the cloudless sky,
The air breathes life into this valley
And leads towards the sea.
You and me,
We together know where these
Sorry summits go--

To the sea,
You and me,

We trace our paths along the floor
Depressions and empty spaces where our legs were raised together
Where we moved together
Where we touched down to earth
Were we felt safety in its breast
Enough to clasp our hands as one
And not be unbalanced

Love,
This valley
The pathways
The mouth that ends our gaze--

This is but a grain of sand
The love I have for you
Is that ocean, cooled and new
On our bare skin it will tonic
And find rest in every section of you

And me,

I will be warmed by your body
I will splash between your fingers
I will glide along your hips
When you push against me

Fall into me and know that between the alien air,
Stand the safest sands
You have place to rest your feet
And buoyant,
Float your greatest vessel along the tip of me.

I love you.
It is this.
Bryce Oct 2019
Rotate
Clack!
Rotate
Crack!

Rotate
Shhhzzck!
Rotate
Click.

Rotate
Ow!
Rotate
Wow!

Rotate
Rotate

Snap-
Out.
Nina Oct 2019
I never understood the line
"can't live with or without you"
until I met you
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