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Tatiana May 2013
It is a beautiful world,
no matter how much it throws at you.
It does it to see how strong you are.
The world doesn't put more weight on your shoulders,
than you can take,
the world knows you can handle it,
and is pushing you to find that strength
to move forwards
on your own path.
The world wants you to live,
to find yourself,
along your journey,
and once you have found yourself,
you are no longer having your feet
taken out beneath you,
you have sturdy ground to stand on,
so you can combat those
horrendous
images,
words,
feelings,
people,
and your own darkness.
The world challenges you more than you would like,
and it makes you uncomfortable and unsure,
but when there is a time
when someone comes to you with a problem,
you can say,
"I've been there,
and I can help."
You can make a difference for someone else,
through the struggles the world
put you through,
and that makes this world
truly beautiful.
This is kind of the opposite of my other poem "What A Beautiful World" I just wanted to make another that showed that not everything is that bad, and there is a reason why bad things happen.
Tatiana May 2013
Look on with saddened eyes,
like little pools of water,
and the thoughts in his head
are swimming like fish,
beneath the surface,
of his blue eyes.

"Little boy,
you're crying,
please don't be sad,
everything will be okay,
you'll see."
But those words in my ears,
sound hollow,
and insincere.
I know he didn't believe me.
But he won't say anything,
he'll just nod his head and try to not cry.

This little boy,
had an aloof quality,
but yet still when he said something,
it was always important.
He used his words wisely,
he was far older in his view on the world and people,
compared to other children,
he was an extraordinary child,
and the time I spent talking to him
was short.

And then something awful happened,

He had watched his father die,
right before his eyes,
and I watched too,
for I was with him when it happened,
yet I felt strangely detached from his world,
it was like I was not there,
but yet I was.

I saw this little boy,
crawl numbly over to his father,
and I saw him cry,
and he said
the most childish,
heart breaking sentence,
I have ever heard in my life,
"Wake up."
He knew his father was gone,
but that didn't prevent him from trying to pretend
that his father wasn't.

Flash forward many years.

I met the boy again,
just not in the way I had expected,
He was in the hospital,
dying.
He had turned to drugs when I was gone,
and he lost his way,
and I cried.
If I had stayed I could have prevented it,
and he wouldn't be dying.

But that little boy,
who still looked little even though he was much bigger,
his blue eyes looked saddened,
and sparkling with his old wisdom,
he knew it was his time,
and he told me,
"It's my time, don't pretend i'm not gone,"
and then he died.

That's when I woke up.

It was all just a dream,
i'm here in my bed
confused,
who was that boy?
what does my dream mean?
why would I dream of someone I didn't even know?

Now what always haunts me is,
his blue eyes,
that were as deep as the ocean
and as everlasting as the sky.
It is hard to forget,
those sorrowful eyes,
in my dream
of a boy who died too young,
and I don't know what
that could mean.
Tatiana Apr 2013
What a beautiful world,
she whispered to the sky.
The media gives us one idea,
of what us girls should be,
yet we're always told we should be ourselves.
But society prevents that doesn't it?

What a beautiful world,
she said a little louder to the clouds.
People are cruel and vicious,
they seem to sink their teeth into innocents,
and tear lives apart.
To make themselves feel better.

What a beautiful world,
she yelled to the darkening sky.
The lives we lead are full of choices and challenges,
and people and notions go out of their way to ruin us,
and we are expected to pull through and make a life for ourselves.
But it isn't easy.

What a beautiful world,
her voice screamed with the wind.
This torrent of emotions,
can make or break a person,
and when someone plays to hurt someone.
The emotions shut them down.

What a beautiful world,
she cried with the rain.
The tears she cries,
will go unseen for they mix with the rain,
and the rain is the bigger problem.
Not the damage done to the girl's mind.
I might do another poem with the title "What a Beautiful World" except then the world will actually be beautiful.
Tatiana Apr 2013
We all need a pick me up,
every now and again.

We all need the little light inside,
to glow once more.

We all need a little peace in life,
to realize what we need.

We all need our own moment,
to feel better.

We all just need a break,
from this crazy world.

We all need the time,
to make things better.

We all need to realize,
that with the little time we have,
we should be happy,
Because who knows when our time will end.
Tatiana Apr 2013
Sorry I haven't been on in awhile,
I just haven't had the time to read my friends poems and write lately.
Between sports and school
I have very little time for friends and family,
and I have very little time for myself.
It's hard to manage time when you don't have much of it.
But anyways,
today I read over 60 poems,
and I left some comments,
I'll have to go back and reread some of them,
but I have finally caught up,
and hopefully
I will be able to go on HP
And read, comment, and write.
Once again, i'm sorry for just dropping off the radar these past days,
I will do my best to not do that anymore.
Tatiana Apr 2013
You're running,
exhausted,
drained mentally
and physically,
but you push on
because the finish line is in sight,
and then it all explodes,
right next to you,
and you fall to the ground.
You know you're injured,
you know you can't get up,
you know you're panicking
as the debris and smoke cloud around you.
People are running and screaming and crying,
and you're laying there,
to you your surroundings have an under water feel,
as if you were in a dream,
and you were watching and listening from outside your body.
The only problem is,
this isn't a dream,
it's a living nightmare,
and in this state you wonder,
are we at the finish line?
Or are we starting a new race?
My heart goes out to all who are suffering from the bombings in Boston, and I am praying to God that no one else gets injured or passes away in the coming weeks.
Tatiana Apr 2013
Brace yourself,
as time moves forwards,
stand stiff,
and tall,
don't let your past,
claim you.
You are not who you were,
you're now someone
better,
believe in that.
Believe in yourself,
your past means nothing,
it may shape you,
but it does not control you,
so don't let it.
The only thing really standing in your way,
is you.
So relax,
and give into the new moment,
you now have nothing to lose.
So now,
you have no excuse.
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