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Mysterious Poet Feb 2017
The colour of the staggering sky
The colour of the nice night sky
The colour of the outstanding ocean
The colour of many beautiful things
Just like your elegant eyes
Blue

The colour of the soft sakura
The colour of long lasting love
The colour of the rare rhodolite
The colour of many amazing thungs
Just like your luscious lips
Pink

The colour of the shining sun
The colour of the simmering sunflower
The colour of a cute canary
The colour of many gorgeous things
Just like your hot hair
Yellow
Jolene Perron Aug 2010
I'm not gonna lie,
I'm tired of it all.
This hurt and life,
the goodbyes to all.

But what you don't see,
is who I am.
What I try to do,
for a twisted man.

I know I've made,
a few wrong turns.
Said some wrong thungs,
and caused some hurt.

But you act like,
I'm only blaming you.
Well here's a newsflash,
I'm at fault too.

I know this,
I am not ashamed.
I can take the hurt,
and part of the blame.

But it's not all me,
for you've caused hurt too.
Don't blame it all,
on what I do.

I'm truely sorry,
for what I said.
I was hurt and confused,
it was not meant.

But the words you used,
the names you called.
Naming me fat,
saying it's my fault.

Those crucial words,
you call me all the time.
But when I finally say them back,
the fault is all mine.

I'm ready to say I'm sorry,
that what I said was wrong.
But you need to accept,
some of the fault.

You claim you tried to help,
but where the hell were you?
When I needed a shoulder,
someone to talk to.

When my neighbours keyed our truck,
spray painted the plates.
When I was down on my knees,
knocking on heaven's gates.

Crying out to the heavens,
just give me one last chance.
I'm trying to mend,
all the broken hands.

I gave to you my heart,
about a year ago.
I promised forever,
I never let you go.

But I'm ready to move on,
and I'm ready to let go.
Our friendship, though, honey,
is what means the most.

The knife I carried long,
that was stuck into my back.
It's sitting on a shelf,
holding all of what I lacked.

I'm picking myself up,
up from off of the ground.
All by myself,
what I lost is now found.

You've been there for me,
well over a year.
You've held me very close,
you've wiped away my tears.

So this, I ask you, friend,
would you maybe just consider.
Walking down with me,
so we can both be winners.

To talk down by the water,
of all was said and done.
So this battle can be burried,
for both us it's won.

Because I'll never go away,
so long as I'm alive.
We live in the same town,
same friends help us survive.

What good will it ever do,
to keep this battle at war?
It won't be right, right away,
but it has to start somewhere.

We're not only hurting each other,
but everyone around.
I've picked myself up mostly,
but I'm still half on the ground.

Somet things need to start,
to fall back into place.
I'm washing off the makeup,
creating a new face.

I ask you to be there,
I apologize how long.
It took for me to come back,
when I was so far gone.

The house of cards we built,
it may have fallen down.
But it's time for a new chapter,
let's blow away this town.

This time we start over,
and we can be just friends.
There's a lot still in our futures,
but I refuse to give in.

We fight, that's what we do,
we're honest with eachother.
But when it comes down to it,
we're best friends forever.

I tell you when you're being,
a aggorgant *******.
You tell me when I'm being,
a pain in your ***, which.

Is quite often, I know,
but one thing to remember.
We're forever in this life,
almost always together.

For ourselves and everyone else,
it would just be better.
To resolve this mess,
work on friends forever.

Forever will always have,
a special place in my heart.
May we'll just be friends,
or very far apart.

You're the guy I want there,
a bestie at my side.
Something we can work on,
and always keep in mind.

When life gets really rough,
I want to know something good.
Is coming in the distance,
working like it should.

So please let's just try,
to work things out together.
Let's work on being now,
best friends forever.
I wrote this poem for someone who I'm arguing with. This quote from the Notebook describes us to a 'T'. And it's where part of my inspiration for the poem came from: "Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant ******* and I tell you when you are a pain in the ***. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-*** thing. So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day." I'm not saying I want a relationship, All I'm working towards, is a friendship. It won't be easy, and it won't be right away. But as time goes on, if we give it a chance at all, it WILL it get better, and it WILL get easier. We just have to trust it.
WendyStarry Eyes Sep 2015
With might and power earth springs forth
    out of earth;
Then earth moves over earth with dignity
   and pride;
And earth from earth builds palaces for
   Kings,
And lofty towers and godly temples for
   all people,
And weaves strange myths,  strict laws,
   and subtle dogmas.

When all these thungs are done, earth
   wearies of earth's labour,
And from it's light and darkness it creates
   Grey shadows, and soft drowsy fancies,
   and enchanting dreams.
Earth's slumber then beguiles earth's
   heavy eyelids,
And they close upon all things in deep and
   quiet slumber.
And earth calls out unto earth, saying:
" Behold, a womb am I, and I am a tomb;
A womb and a tomb I shall remain forever,
Ay, even until stars are no more,
And until the suns are turned into dead
   ashes."
Nellie 55 Jan 2020
I'm writing to remember
Wish I can never see another December
Road trip to hell
Love was a fail because I fell
Crawling to get back on my feet
Done stuff impulsively and said thungs i don't mean
Why am I hurt
Why does it burn
I'm cold and alone in this dark path
Do I miss the comfort wish i had it back

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