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There never really was a closure... Maybe I got lazy, maybe I was just too happy, too obsessed. I confessed an undying love that likely never would've been put out. But the coals left me. Looking back, I never knew why my feelings were so strong. I always felt it was so right, but now... it felt so wrong. There was no reason for me to stay there. I tried to be happy, knowing that I left something that was really just draining me. But I just kept on... receding I felt like a pebble, thrown from my safe outcrop on the beach, into a bitter, cold sea. It just kept getting colder... and colder... going down. There's something that I've le

I feared, as did any, the regular stuff For tests and for quizzes, I studied enough? When I crossed the street, would I be unlucky To be hit by a car, like many a ducky Would my childish rhymes, of immature nature Be offered a fail, by a cruel heartless teacher? Or better yet, perhaps I've asked too many a question And this, no longer a poem, but a plea for suggestions? I feared for the worst, a touching of cancer May end my life, before I find the answers But no longer All I fear now (enough with the rhymes...) Is that I might have to lose you someday.

Melancholy, flooded with emotion, drowned in sorrows Is that the criteria for a lovely poem? Again and again I hear yet another compliment For the story of another lost soul Of yet another failed child Is it because we love the miseries of another So we can distract ourselves, from our own? Is it because we cannot understand anything besides the suffering of our kind? Or is it simply because Truly, with all emotion and heart The poet has conveyed their thoughts to paper And truly, it is beautiful Only then should we call a poem with such a term as "good"

Surprised, I find myself Not to have eyes the shade of limes When my gut rediscovers your unbroken lust And the fear of losing it Where are my pupils of jade When your voice speaks its lovely tone To a soul that isn't mine When it sings, to a soul that's not mine Are my eyes not yet emeralds? When you smile, so delicately To a soul that's not mine When mine appears to bore you? All I have is my smile And all my consent is given And my mind scolds the green-eyed beast But he still feels the pain

I got the message as I rode down 54th Ave. on my bike. The pink hues of the sky were slowly being devoured by the dark grey clouds that prepared to aid the falling of night. "I wanted to see you too :)" it read. A gentle smile spread across my face. I put my bike against the library wall, and proceeded to lock it against the bike stand. It's been a while I guess. I still see her at school every day but I couldn't think straight anymore, and I could tell she was concerned about me. Neither of us were exactly professionals when it came to the subject I guess. I sat in front of the library, watched the baskets of flowers hanging from the cla

Its like you don't even need to try You just stand by your locker Remember what books you need Turn before I reach you Acknowledge my welcome With a smile                          And I couldn't ask for anything more

          So this entire time  I have been smelling apples When the wind gets in your hair

Poking holes It's all about Poking holes That's how you kill Poke a hole in it And after that Watch your life fall out of you The meat The blood plasma made red By cells Everything that I am Everything that is human Is contained within this fragile vessel Known as a body So Where do I go After my blood waters the grass?

Love is... The bedding of moonlit grass The hug of a wave as it embraces The sun warmed sand Love is.. The swaying, swish swish of The trees in the autumn breeze The orange leaf cradled by its siblings on a painted riverbed Love is. Is everything I feel for you When you're in my arms When I smell the fragrance of your hair When I take your hand When you take mine When your alive Love is It exists As long as we breathe the same air See the same sky Feel time pass on by As long as I can tell you it Bring the words past my lips And you can hear them Love is