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 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Joe Cole
Trust
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Joe Cole
When you stumble on the cliffs of life, cruel seas rage below
Just reach out and take my hand, I wont let you fall

When you lose the path, danger on every side
Just reach out and take my hand, I will be your guide

When your lost and alone in the darkness,  can see no end in sight
Just reach out and take my hand, I'll be your guiding light
I can see him blush
I think he’s got a crush
I know he’s staring at me
From the corner of my eye

I can see heads turning
I know their whispering
I watch them giggling
From the corner of my eye

Her hopes are dead
I know she cried in bed
I watch her turn red
From the corner of my eye

I pretend I don’t know
These seeds I won’t sow
I will just let it go
From the corner of my eye.

-Zainab Attari
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Sarah Pitman
“Your laugh
Is the second best
Sound I've ever heard.”
“What's the first?”
“Hearing you say
You love me, too.”
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Miriam
500 days
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Miriam
love ruins things
it leaves us all destitute
and hungry for something else
greater than ourselves

it all ends
it all breaks
we all give up

what's the point of letting someone
who will eventually leave
see your bare soul?

i don't know i don't know i don't know

i just felt like i didn't belong

it just didn't feel right
and i didn't feel secure

his heart was made of broken eggshells
and i got tired of tiptoeing in his presence

i knew it was bound to break

"it's just love," he said

and that's exactly the reason why i left.
Hashtags. I hate them.
I would rather be ignored
Bye Hellopoets.

Hashtags.  Ugly slash.
Poems full of trash, rated
Highly, hashtag rash.
I do. I hate them. Won't do it, wish the site would go back to how it was, I am too old for all this crap. Also, how can there be over 300 poems on my homepage? Too many. This is a rant, and I also hate rants, but I'm going to indulge myself, because I'm in a mood.
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Raj Arumugam
Little Tony came running
to his Grandpa Billy:
"Grandpa, Grandpa
can you make sounds like a frog?"


And Grandpa Billy said:
"Well, Tony...I reckon I could make
frog sounds if I tried"


"Yes!" shouted Tony, radiating all eagerness
*"That's good. Now we can all
go to Disneyland, just as grandma said,
when you croak."
poem based on a joke from online
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