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 Sep 2015 Taya
chloe
for him ♡
 Sep 2015 Taya
chloe
he loves me, he loves me not.
im not your ******* flower &
i have no more petals to be picked.


c.f.
 Sep 2015 Taya
RL Glassman
The things I want to show you
the things I'll show you will be grand
the places that you'll see,
come, take my hand

You'll lay your eyes upon them
your face will light up with glee
I can't wait to show you,
the things that you'll see

The sounds that you'll hear
both quiet and even loud
the places we'll both go
alone or in a crowd

Just follow by my footsteps
watch me as I go
come with me to places
and learn all you do not know

Follow by my shadow
stand with me in light
come take my hand
and we'll see this lovely sight

Oh, don't you understand?
The things that you'll see
take my hand
please do come with me

In castles we will dance
In palaces we will dine
life will be ours
if your hand would reach for mine

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you think
if you'd only come with me
In beauty we would sink

The people to whom we would speak
in blue oceans we would dive
all the places you would see
if you were only alive
Written 12/15/2014
 Sep 2015 Taya
Amelia Pearl
10 years of friendship.
4 were drowned and forgotten.
Found our way back
To shore in 2014.

Without much introduction,
We clicked and fit eachother like two pieces in a puzzle.
We both went through laughter and tears together.
Sad to know that these are the last tears that I will share with you.

You've always thought I was an idiot,
You weren't any different either.
But we contradict so much and it was never an issue for us.

Playful punches on my stomach,
I laugh off the pain as if it didn't hurt me as much as I thought.
I've insulted you so many times,
It's amazing you're still here.
But remember that behind every insult,
I always compliment you inside.

How great you are,
How incredible you are,
How strong you are,
How beautiful you are too.
I never agreed when you say you are ugly,
eventhough I said I agree, I don't.
You're beautiful, You've always been beautiful.

I find joy in making you smile,
I do it as much as I can because I'll never know when's the last time I'll live another day to see your stupid face.

I'm sorry that I have to leave like this,
It was never in my plan to just go.
You can be mad at me all you want,
No one can disturb you behind these white walls.

You can hit me all you want too,
I promise I won't feel the pain.
You can curse at me as much as your heart desires.
I'm deeply sorry for this.

I can't be there on your birthday and tell you how much work I've put in decorating Your birthday place.
Or how much my present for you costs.
I can't be there to complain of how late you are to our meetups.
Or tell you how stupid you look in that dress.

I can't be there on your wedding day to watch you walk down the aisle heading towards that lucky guy you finally found.
He might be shawn.
I can't be there to see that.
I can't be there to cry for you because I'd be so happy.

I can't crack jokes to you anymore or make puns that don't make sense.
I can't see your confused face when you don't understand me.
I can't be there to hear you say that you hate me..

So if you still see me breathing for my life someday,
Before they pull the plug.
I'd like to hear your last "I hate you"
Because I know that you actually mean
"I love you"
For my best friend. I'm dying. But i hope it'll never happen.
 Sep 2015 Taya
Emma
Fine Wine
 Sep 2015 Taya
Emma
I was like a fine wine
Getting better with age
My life was a theatre
And you got drunk on the stage
You said you'd kiss my scars
I guess that was okay
I said that's not what I wanted
You took advantage anyway
Mouth like a snake
Biting deep into my skin
Making my bones ache
And my heart's walls grow thin
I asked you to stop
Said I'd had enough
But you refused to drop
The gun you aimed at me
I self diagnosed
Stockholm syndrome
And though I had remorse
I could not stop, drop and run
Your fire touched my skin
And lit me bright red
You poured gasoline on me
From my toes to my head
Through tears I looked at you
"It's my fault", I said
"I'm sorry for loving you"
And your ego I fed
Till one day I cried
Washed all of you away
Your marks had died
I started on a new way
Now it's been a few months
Months that have felt like years
But I no longer see your face
And my face has felt no tears
I started a new chapter
I finally turned the page
Just like a fine wine
I'm getting better with age
I'm getting better.
 Sep 2015 Taya
Ntsika H
Our love defines perfection..
When you cry, I cry.
When you hurt, I hurt.
When I can't, you can.
When I won't, you will.
In my downfall, you rise.

Our tears are identical, just like how our pain is a reflection of our souls cause they intertwine with strings of love.
It's an almost unbelievable, unfathomable love.
Your heart beats, and my body pumps blood.
You're my strength in my weakness, my comfort in my tears and my help when I fear, you're the joy to my every tear.
Your smile is a forever that shines upon my darkness, your words a tune to my ears when all I hear is the pain that's so unbearable.
Your love reassures my pain and reminds it that it's only temporary, cause your love permanently drives out my pain.

And I've learned to accept your love like how your soul accepted my flaws and glorified them as perfection.
You made me feel like a flower when I felt like a seed buried and forgotten.

You made me feel like a star, even when I felt like I was burning out.
And just like the sun, you shine on my moon to make me see that your light reaches me from wherever you are.
 Sep 2015 Taya
Niveda Nahta
sometimes I want to die.
I want to die to see if anyone
would care
would remember me
for what I was,
what I did,
not for what they knew
about me,
I know my mother would,
but would you?
a question in question..hmm..
I should've seen it coming
I should've run away
The second I said "I feel like nothing has changed"
And you shrugged
The moment I said "I won't stop loving you"
And you didn't reply
You were all my happy poems
My comfort and my home
Maybe it's my fault
For giving you too much weight to carry
My heart and my soul and my thoughts and my secrets and my dreams
Maybe your heart couldn't stand the weight anymore
But somehow I feel like the weak one
 Sep 2015 Taya
Carl Sandburg
Shirt
 Sep 2015 Taya
Carl Sandburg
My shirt is a token and symbol,
more than a cover for sun and rain,
my shirt is a signal,
and a teller of souls.

I can take off my shirt and tear it,
and so make a ripping razzly noise,
and the people will say,
"Look at him tear his shirt."

I can keep my shirt on.
I can stick around and sing like a little bird
and look 'em all in the eye and never be fazed.
I can keep my shirt on.
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