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 Mar 2019 Tamara Lynn
jza aguilar
1st day of not seeing you
2nd day of being blue
3rd day of sleepless nights
4th day of endless cries
5th day of hoping
6th day of breaking
7th day of unbearable pain
8th day of feeling insane
9th day of losing myself
10th day of what's wrong self?
11th day of finally moving on
12th day of "life must go on"
13th day of trying
14th day of wishing
15th day of convincing
16th day of forgetting you
17th day but i'm still not over you.
181202 20:49
 Mar 2019 Tamara Lynn
jza aguilar
if you like the sea,
then i like it too.
if you love sunsets,
then i love them too.

if you wish to go to the moon,
then i'll go with you.
if you want the stars,
then I'll get them for you.

but if someday,
you decided not to be
with me anymore,

what's the point in staying,
if you think i'm not worth fighting for?
190204 23:56
 Mar 2019 Tamara Lynn
gleck
If we could learn to be patient with ourselves, then maybe the world would do the same.
a quote from my last poem, important enough by itself - as you are too
 May 2017 Tamara Lynn
Ryan Holden
Eating, away at your conscience,
Narrowing your vision,
Altering reality and fairytales,
But easily obtained,
Constant internal battle,
Nothing can make this mind,
As Beautiful as a butterfly.
A poem about insecurities.
 May 2017 Tamara Lynn
Ryan Holden
Hold my hand, as I hold your breath,
Comforting my soul,
Pull me closer, conquer peninsula,
I've missed you, and I can't bare,
The thought of you going,
Back to the conflict filled province,
So please don't leave,
You've only just arrived,
My heart is absence in yours,
And this can't go on any longer,
But only,
Because of the conflict filled province,
When you depart,
Kiss me goodbye, and hold me me in memory,
As it may be our last.
a poem about a woman saying goodbye to her husband who's going back to war.
Don't you know that foreigners are bad?
They take our jobs and make God mad!
They ****, and ****, and *******, and pillage!
Why don't they just go back to their village?!
Terrorists they are! Every one!
What they've done cannot be undone!
We have one here, what's under her veil?
Surely something that will bring hell's hail!--

What's this?--

There's nothing here but hair.
Maybe this hatred that we all share is nothing more than an illusion.
Society's fusion of their elitist views and fears.
I...I can't believe this has brought me to tears.
Oh God. What have I done?
She yells and rants and chants all day,
trying to get them to see her way.
Equal rights and equal pay,
are what she marches for today.

— The End —