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What is it I'm looking for today
Something that I'm not
Something that I wish I had
Instead of what it is I've got

If I had what I admire in others
Would I be happy then
Would that bring true satisfaction
To this shell that I'm residing in

Or would it be a false worldly peace
Just enough to blind the eyes
What is true to them, to me may not be
Nor what it is I need in life

So let me take this very day
And not wish for the could but grasp the can
Not looking for what it is I want
But look to who it is I am
 Sep 2013 Taylor Martin
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Maybe if I had your address,
Or knew what you liked,
I'd send you little things
To let you know it will be alright.

Maybe if we were closer,
Maybe if we had talked more,
I'll drive on over,
And knock on your door.

Maybe if I could,
Maybe if I had,
I'd find any way
To ensure you weren't so sad.

Maybe if I knew what happened,
Maybe if I knew why,
I'd search around until
I found a reason for your rhyme.

Maybe someone does this for you already-
I sure hope that's true.
I sure hope your chin stays up,
Long enough to make it through.

And maybe you're treading a path alone,
With only your demons in tow;
They'll disappear someday,
And in your heart, flowers will grow-

Up through your spine,
Finding a path to your mind
The flowers can spread their beauty
In all the cracks they find.

I hope flowers burst out of your soul,
And someday shine through your eyes,
Because sadness comes and goes my dear,
So please don't let your cries

Be what waters your flowers.
Rather, instead,
Water them with faith in overcoming,
With all of the words I have said.

Water them with your quirks,
Your ambitions, your smile-
Let the flowers take over your body;
I promise it's worth your while.

Someday you'll be a garden,
Colorful and healthy, happy and bright-
You'll be a representation of growth,
My dear, you'll be one hell of a sight.

So maybe if you read this,
Always remember, always know
That flowers grow upon whoever
Kindly reaps what they sow.
Written for a girl who is sad and can't seem to see that she's still lovely. I hope she feels better soon. This is about letting sadness be present only for so long, and then making the decision to let it go and be happy. Because people deserve to be genuinely happy. If I could help I would, but I can't, so I write poems about it instead.
I think about you

I think about you a lot
About all that you have got
And all that I am not

I think about you

I think about the freckles on your face
About how delicious they must taste
And would it be okay to partake

I think about you

I think about your blue eyes
And how I secretly wish that they would cry
When it's not me that's by your side

I think about you

I think about you constantly
I think about you without me
And how lonely you must be

I think about you

If you want to know the truth
All I ever seem to do
Is think about you
I throw my covers back
Place my feet upon the floor
Get my bearings of just where I'm at
Head for the bathroom door

I brush away the night
From my hair, my eyes, my teeth
I look back in the mirror with delight
There you go...now I recognize me

My closets filled with plaids and stripes
What's this Wednesday...then plaid it is
There's a lump in the bed I think it's my wife
Either or, I give the lump a kiss

Down the stairs straight for the door
But not before I grab my shades
Same as yesterday and the day before
We all know practice perfection makes

At my desk for one long eight hour yawn
Can't remember even taking a break
My boss stops by to ask what's going on
I tell the truth which might have been a mistake

Back at home I walk through the front
Keys in hand I reach for the light
Last thought I have as I again kiss the lump
Is tomorrow plaids or stripes
I don't know what to say
And I'm not sure what to do
But I know what I want
What I want is you.
life is hard when you have high standards and are shy and undesirable.
I've read the latest wonders
That poured forth from your soul
Your poets beating heart
Has paid the artist toll

I'm always touched by your passion
The very words you pen each day
There is power and compassion
In all you have to say

The heart of a poet
Beats a certain rhythm deep down inside
Bringing meaning to the moment
That others try to hide

With writings that inhale beauty
At the same time exhaling tragedy
You can lift up with one pen stroke
While another knocks down to the knees

There's a rhythmic temperature
That runs both hot and cold
In the heart of a poet
Taking in all of life's high's and lows
It's one of the saddest songs I've ever heard and
Even when I write words to try to change it
It crashes like a schizophrenic bird
Thinking this circle is magical
A twist coming round and round and back again
Then smashing into windows

A child was looking out of a window
It was bring your blank to work day
So he was clearly bored as ****
Mom typing rapid fire
Introducing him to people he could give a **** about

But then he saw a bird
What was it about this bird?
The airplane angle it had
The intent to take the structure down
Kid flipped the **** out and said
'Mom look!'

Mother takes a sip of water
Turns her attention to the world
To realize she's about to die
The crazy bird is a flight
Taking flight into a building
Reverse Legos

September eleventh was a minus sign
Doesn't only happen to us though
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