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When everything seems that dark
And nobody's there
I promise I will stick up for you
Before this sky hits Dawn.
I hope I'm still alive
When the world's about to end
So I can have my last hug
Before we split up again.
Just know
I still love you
Either alive or dead.
Just know
I'm going to be there
Either day or night.
I just need you to do something
You'll never forget
Put my name on the sticky note
And put it on your head.
Until I'm gone.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
she holds me
and suddenly
i forget why i
was crying
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
I always seem to make the same mistake,
Every time I fall in love it's a heart ache.
Hopefully, soon, I find what I'm looking for,
No longer will I make myself suffer, no more.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
As far as love and life goes, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Half of the time I don't know what or who I am pursuing.
Isn't life funny and confusing?
Half of it were worried, while the other half were just simply cruising?
What is love without fear ?
Everytime it fails you, you get stronger my dear.
Don't let heartbreak become your demise,
Don't let love become something you despise.
Keep your head high you beautiful being a light,
Continue to make this world feel love with all your might !
Embrace the days of good and bad,
Don't ever let a rain cloud in the sky make you sad.
You are beautiful addition to this earthly plane,
Live this life where there is so much to gain!
Love yourself and accept your own flaws,
Don't you ever dare put your love on pause (:
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
As of lately I have felt more free
But not in sense that one would naturally assume.
My freedom is one more personal to me,
It is one that is still in bloom.
Yes, to some freedom is money,
Life is all about acquiring wealth.
Well let me tell you something honey,
One thing more important is health.
Others may require something deeper,
Something one may not see with the naked eye.
Yet one day you may come across a keeper,
And without knowing, you let them pass by.
Love is something everyone searches for,
Whether that be in money, people, or possessions.
Yet somehow we always require much more,
And desires turn into obsessions.
Once we require more and more,
We become human parasites.
There is nothing more to explore,
We will have tarnished our paradise.
Do not live in past, there's no need to rewind.
Do not live in times yet to come, they have yet to occur
Just try to relax your mind,
And to the present moment you will transfer.
There is something beautiful and FREE about living in the now,
A poem may not even suffice.
It's a mindset rebirth, one you have to allow.
Yet, I highly recommend you take my advice ❤
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Lately it's been hard to get to a writing state of mind,
When I'm happy words are the hardest thing to find.
Sadness allows words to flow like magic,
Even though the thoughts are always tragic.
But I've learned that happiness brings peace,
It's brings humans a type of release.
One from the cluttered thought,
Where words are no longer sought.
You sit in love and enjoy life good and bad,
And you realize you are alive and you should be glad.
Life should be simple,
Don't let the pressure cause your mind to *******
It may be hard to see light in dark,
But just trudge through the tunnel and find your spark.
You light your own way on this floating ball,
Just make sure to share your light with all.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
her face breaks into a grin as she sees the first few drops of the rain.
All the sadness, anger, gone all the pain.
the bliss she feels as the cold breeze hugged her.
she danced and twirled as she fills the air with her laughter.
She felt comfort inside the rains embrace.
She loves the feeling of it trickling down her face.
The rain reminds her that heart is not the only thing that's shattering,
As she hears the rain hit the pavement, cling-clang, clattering.
She loves it as the rain pours down on her face along with her tears.
Washing away all her nightmares, all her fears.
As it rains, her eyes are as bright as a sunny day.
For her, there's nothing like the comfort of a rainy day.
- F.T. 04/21/17
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Being politically correct , just to be in the rat race,
Helping a deserving candidate lose out on countless opportunities
Oh !! what a disgrace .
Political debates in a news chat room
Speakers galore , reasoning insane ...
Pointing fingers like
Mumma 'yeh ' Mumma ' woh '
Mama Makosa....
I wanna have a 'Samosa'
And the blah blah blah ....
The news reader in fits
Calls out, time out .. in the chat room .
Politics in life
Fire in the mountain run run run
Don't stop , run ...
Take a right , a left .... no U Turn .
Watch out ... don't trip... Run.
**MJ , playing out loud ....
"All I wanna say that they don't really care about us ...."**
Lost the lyrics.........??
**MJ again ....
"Heal the world make a better place for you and for me and the entire Human Race..."**
Time to turn around
Hit the ground
Can't let the fire wipe out the beautiful village people and the flora fauna.
Face it finish it !!
Politics not my favourite cup of tea
Might as well savour some green tea .
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
The driver did not stop,
He did not fear any cop,
Human heads he was to chop.
Made a red purée of humans,
He read Satanic Verses,
It's a religion of peace.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
There is a never ending toll
Down, in the deep pit of our soul
In a constant, trembled churning
A house-fire e'er brightly burning
While we, trapped scramble inside
As the smoke and heat, they rise
We stand to face the black smoke
Move forth, stumble, cough, and choke
Eyes squint in blearied raging reds
Yet we must shuffle on ahead
With our loved ones right by our side
Together press to find the rise
Where the air and heat are clear
To Stop and move beyond our fear
Finally, fresh breaths fill our sides
Til we find, someone was left inside.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
so today we ought to write for the things that are undervalued and i immediately thought of you.
you, with whom greatness lies but never soars because you don't believe in such. you, where the yin and the yang meet and calmly settle. you, whom the angels brought to mankind as a blessing. you, the love of my life who cannot love thy self.
you, yes you,
you're important
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
A designer *** sprig
a white lady bug
and her encephalogram made a pile rug
she exposed a chariot that exceeded groan
and her lust contain much weight of zeal
that her kiss cross nigh
future liaison in transport again by three and
the stain decked the carpet with real time.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
Unlove and forget,
Ignore their attempts,
Eliminate all possibilities,
Just become really so selfish,
Then one day recall & feel bad,
I don't believe in such moving on,
True people move beyond differences,
They don't give up and break up.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
On one bleak day, a fetid drop landed on my raiment;
A large bird of prey soared the clear sky,
Then plummeted towards us like a thunder bolt.
In a flash, it had my hapless little Roquie on its claws.
Like an irate child in a brat-ish tantrum,
I chased and cursed that endangered ******* to its eyry,
But all I got was the sound of dining steel claws and beak,
Complemented by fading whimpers, and dripping blood.
The idiot of prey was oblivious, even to my vicious Appolonia;
Overwhelmed by hopelessness, I tumbled, and wept.
Reflecting on it, I feel for the lowly Have-nots of society;
The plight of being helplessly preyed upon by Haves above.
Appoh's gloomy eyes search the doggy heavens for retribution;
For rare hazy days when the idiots break wings,
When they fall prey to prey.
Maybe one bleak day...
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
He had loved you beyond reality,
Right there you made him unloved.
He struggled to prove you his worth,
You were everything that he ever loved.
He saw you read about feminism,
You misrepresented it as your brand.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
If misery was a gift
she had Christmas every day.
Her clouds had clouds
and she traded the silver linings
for an overstock of black mold.
She once had been happy,
but peace never challenged her
the way chaos did.
Now, the only thing she loves
is tending her garden of discontent
with **** rakes and spades
for 50 shades of defeat.
If she achieved every goal on her checklist
she kept Einstein’s,
Hawking’s,
and Jesus Christ’s in her pocket
to remind her of the insufficiencies.
She complains that she has no friends
and assures it
with a magnifying glass of faults.
The profile for her perfect man
is rigid. So rigid
that even God didn’t qualify.
If she found a glass half-full
she’d grumble that it wasn’t Cognac Champagne.
She has long since forgotten
the important thing -
the power of light.
For light heals
light brings hope
light always dispels darkness
unless YOU become an eclipse
between it and the world.
[VERSION 2.0]
SHE FORGOT
If misery was a gift
she had Christmas every day.
Paper and bows
she’d wrapped herself,
hand signed cards
To: Me, From: Me
every box opened
then rewrapped
and opened again
with tattered Scotch-tape scars
unsalvageable
like the excitement of a child
who found her hidden presents
in the closet 10 days
before Santa would come.
And clouds! How did you know!?
Gray, snowless,
pointless holidays
hopelessdays
all her days.
Her clouds had clouds
and she had traded the silver linings
for black mold.
They always fit her just right.
She once had been happy
but peace never challenged her
the way chaos did.
So she labors passionately in
a garden of discontent
nurtured year-‘round
but always growing winter
watering resentment and acrimony
with bitterness,
drawn from a barrel full
of moldy cloud rain.
Regardless of what she might achieve
she reminds herself
of others doing more
comparing checklists with Jesus Christ’s.
If she had fed the 5000,
she would still be
lacking the crucifixion.
You see, nothing grows
by accident in a well-kept
garden
including withered friends whom
she weeds, though beautiful
assuring they will never be more.
Those she doesn't pluck, she bakes
under her magnifying glass of faults.
She knows nothing of content
whether love, or God,
or a half-goblet of possibility.
If she found a glass half-full
she’d grumble that it wasn’t Cognac Champagne.
She has long since forgotten
the important thing –
the power of light.
How it heals and grows
hopeful sprouts, green
through struggling soil.
Light always dispels darkness
unless YOU become an eclipse
between it and the world.
When you cast your own
shadow
it’s easy to forget
the way flowers
grow back on their own
every spring
the way the clouds
sometimes break
unexpectedly.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC
Living healthy in our world
Refers to just the morning jog
A dietitians prescribed diet
And a gym, keeping things tight
Matured cities that are tainted are praised
What for? Healthily breathing the dust sprayed?
Or for,
Beautiful clouds
Dark and Black
Melodious loud horns
Forth and back
Or for,
Vehicles on road
Vroom and Zoom!
Ignorantly leaking,
All kinds of smoky fumes
Just as the day starts
Our healthy living falls apart.
Then welcoming the gloomy nights
Swaying at clubs, dimmed lights
Cigarettes and drinks, late night bars
Obnoxiously healthy we are.
Perhaps the slow poison too **** slow
If only consequences were an instant blow
All of us would not put at stake
Our lives for the choices we make!
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
I
I never had a space
A space that was my own
I have four siblings
You're never alone
But, I
Somewhere along the way
(Rather early on, actually)
I realized that we don't think
The same ways
At all
And I spent most of my life
Having my opinions drowned out
And I just
Never had the space to
Just process
And form what exactly
I believed and what I wanted
From life
Or even
the space to realize
how I felt
and how to process that
I felt like a plant that
sprang up too close to others
And now that I've been transferred
I have a new planter and the right sunlight
And my soil is nice and damp
And I'm catching up, I'm flourishing
And I'm learning about myself
But I feel so far behind and I
Just wish I had space earlier
Where I felt safe to grow
The way I was meant
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
If I were a watch man
I'd grab the moon and
put it in my pocket, man
take it out every now and then
and ask him O moon
is it time yet to give up
the ghost of my past loves
whose paths I've long crossed
lost and missed my chance
since the crows have danced
and left tracks with their feet
cut deep into my cheekbones
but I've never owned a watch
it's true (believe it or not)
or cared to know the time
and the moon looks just fine
shining up there in the sky
such a scene to be seen
instead of stuck in a pocket
of my old gray faded jeans.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
She is nice
She is kind
People walk on her all the time
When she gets mad
They all laugh
It just makes her look cute
She doesn't like being a carpet
Appreciable
This problem needs to be noticed
She spoke out against their treatment
They spat in her face
She turned the other cheek
Now she is mean
They surrounded her with bad
She tried to stay sweet
But bitterness did now cower
It devoured
Darkness invaded the light
Why would we walk over somebody who treats us kind
And give so much attention to those who irk us
So many things in this world are backwards
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
It's not about interest, it's how you place
Your classes are weapons in an arms race
Your friends are taking two APs, so you take three
Soon we're mired in college work when high school is all we see
Counselors don't help, they only edge us on
Telling us we need advanced levels, or all college spots are gone
In Fairfax County, we score so high on tests
We ignore our thirty three percent depression and say we're the best
Because here all that matters is the grade on your transcript
You're a factory product, another computer chip
So if you're friend takes five college courses, take seven
After a semester, beg mercy and give up on heaven
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC