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Life is, as is Time

The time goes down

The age goes up
Neither to be stopped
Yearnings to be found
Plans to be made
What is it missing
The timeline of life
 
Time never ends yet always begins
No time is wasted in life, only choices made
Why regret
Why stress
When the decision is life
 
Every instantaneous still of life's path is beautiful in itself 
For life is not determined in our decisions, life is lived
Lived between
Lived before 
Lived after
Lived through
Life is simple
 
Why consider life to be past, present or future
Life is not but what it is
 
The course of our adventure in the limited perpetualance of time
Life is relationships
Life is mistakes
Life is accomplishments
Life is pain
Life is sorrow
Life is all that can be
 
Ones purpose is to be their life
To see all that there is to see
In every image
In every heart 
In life
 
While our limited, enigmatically wondrous gift of life is given to us
We must
Adventure 
Discover
Enjoy
Sorrow
Question
Live
Love
Author's Notes/Comments: 

First draft

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Vulnerable

What am I?

But a shell of your man

A cold pessimist

But I felt the most immense connection with you

A warmth

Beautiful girls like you

Never gave me the time of day

But you did

The time we dedicated to each other

Missed opportunities...

They were yesterday

I threw you away

Knowing I would never be good enough

I'm not the man that would have made your dreams come true

The more we talked, the more I knew I could never have you

I would have given you all of me

But that would have never have been enough...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Moving on is easier when you never had anything

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You Got Me Trending

Folder: 
Lovespeak

Cool but cruel is what you are

After three years, everything changed

You came in my lonely days

Love speaks but can fall apart

 

You say those words so crazy

It becomes very usual

I write these odes so silly

This becomes very casual

 

No, I can't get mad at you

You make my true self get loose

So, just keep on what you're doing

'Cause baby, you got me trending

 

All those words you told me

I hear them in my ears

All the things you brought me

They all are written here

 

Rising like a rocket

Shining like a bright star

Oozing fire like a jet

Popping out of the jar

 

Oh, baby this feels so good

You got me leading

So, baby please continue 

What you do to me

 

And if you dare stop

You'll make my heart pop

I may paint  something cruel

After that we'll be cool

 

Long Live

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Lovespeak

People may not understand

What's going on between us

Or why we both take a stand

They don't know what's on our hearts

 

We have our own worlds

Dreams made true by words

Happy endings and all that

Sometimes, our stories get sad

 

They might accuse us

Of losing our minds

They cannot blame us

We are our own child

 

Long live! We will be remembered!

Live free! We will live forever!

Long live! We belong together!

Free will! We are so much brighter!

 

Words may not come easy

But we will find them our way

They will find them classic

'Cause they'll soon get them our way

 

Long live! They will remember our lines!

They will remember our words!

Long live! We will be part of their lives!

They will see our own worlds!

 
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Phone Call

Folder: 
Lovespeak

I got too excited

Reading what you texted

I loved the way you said it

I loved the way you did it

 

So, I pulled myself running

Pushed my phone, heard yours ringing

I waited for you to pick it up

I heard how you just shut it up

 

My friend said I shouldn't give up

Kept trying 'til you picked it up

I was overjoyed

That I'd hear your voice

 

You said you were so busy

I waited 'til you were free

But the phone call never lasted

That one minute left me haunted

 

It was the worst one I ever had

It made me not happy but just sad

You could never fool me

The next time you'd ask me

 

I gave you my time

I thought you'd do the same for me

I thought you'd be mine

I now know the blame is on me

 
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Reunited

What's this?
I found something amiss.
There's a pencil there,
Just lying on the stair.
Picked it up and what did I find?
A pencil of the same kind
That was a month ago I lost,
And a heartache it did cost.
But here it is, good as new.
Pencil, I'm glad I found you.
If you're the same one,
Guess what! You're home!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my sister's poem, and the sequel to her Lament of the Pencil.

She just put it up on Facebook with this text;


"Some of you may remember my Lament of the Pencil a while back. Well, I found a pencil that was curiously alike today, lying on the ground in the same building. Thought it seemed appropriate to write another little poem.


(Insert the poem here.)

It turned out pretty good, which is unusual. So now I'm convinced I can't write poetry unless it has to do with pencils."



So as you can see, my sister has little confidence in her poetry skills, which seems to be unfounded. Don't you think these are good?

Anyways, like before I will be letting her know about any comments, so just feel free to address them to her directly!


Link to Lament of the Pencil:


http://www.postpoems.org/authors/remniscent/poem/947465

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HERE LIES, A FLOWER

THERE ONCE WAS A SEED

PLANTED BY STRANGERS

SO THEY MET

THE FLOWER GROWS

UNTIL IT ROOTS

ITS EARLY LIFE IN SPRING IS ITS MOST RICH

IN THE SUMMER IT DEEPENS

Come Fall It Starts To Fall ILL

It Fights To Stay Strong

But The Strangers No Longer Care

They Want To Plant New Seeds

Of A Different Kind

Or Tend To Flowers From Their Past

As winter begins they think of it now, and again. Remembering pain.

As it progresses it wilts more and more

As it wilts the pain softens.

Beginning to crumble at the touch

until it is no more

nothing but remains

to become a part of the ground

deeper underground

HERE LIES, A FLOWER

WHO WILL RISE AGAIN

BY TWO STRANGERS

         
     Sharmaine Marie
NOV 5 2012 5:17 PM

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I just felt like writing this. Got the idea from my cousin when she said "A flower is born" im not a professional poet or anything. But i like to write them sometimes. Open for interpretation. I thought of love, or a relationship rather.

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A PLACE

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Love

'Lately, I've been in deep thought. Like the drifting away when someone tells you a story that really doesn't make any sense at all. I've been thinking of all the different ways to express how my thoughts has me numb for I don't feel anything anymore, because what's the use of having any feelings if you can't use them at all?

I spent many nig...hts outside looking up upon the starry nights. Freezing tremendously yet feel that warmth heart-felt feeling inside. I often wondered how I could match many incidents I came across that it played a picture of you in my mind. How such a feeling I continue to have ever since our first conversation that time. How I could feel thoughts just looking deeper in your eyes. How one person could have such a deep emotion yet has to live life as if everything is alright. We kissed one night yet it was only a game. Little did I know that feeling would continue after that night and flow through my veins.

For the nights are my only friends. The time I use to think. The time I use to pray. The time I use to drift my mind off to another place. A place where I imagine things between us. A place where there's no room for tears but layers of love. The comfort of finding that true love. The sense of security of a commitment so strong. The moment we all wish to be part of. I held you tight in my arms I whisper nothing but true affection. But I also feared an upcoming rejection. You see in my deep thoughts I could placed the missing puzzle. I could make it through any maze. I could win any race. I could give you the world and see your beautiful face every day.

In this place of deep thought there is no wrong just comfort of two individuals in love. I fall deeper each time I drift off into this world but it's the only place I could call you my world. But as reality sets in. Like someone waking you up in the middle of having that real good dream. I look around and know that as much as I want you. I know that possibility of having you will exist within only a dream and live as a painful feeling in reality. So when I say let me take you out some place. I don't mean that fancy restaurant or to see a romantic movie. Let me take you to that place where ecstasy is more than an expression it's an environment where people could truly be themselves and not fear any rejections or be ashamed of their reflection.

It's a place where I always drift off. When the world could be so cruel I go there to ease my thoughts and think of life. Feel happier more than any paradise. A place like within your heart. Where only pure innocents exists. Where only unconditional love lives. A place where I wish you and I could live.'

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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There Is A Girl

There is a girl with cuts on her wrist,
with dying at the top of her list.
She closes her eyes and counts to ten,
she's ready to try this all again.
She grips the blade a little tighter,
tried so hard to be a fighter.
The world she knows starts to fade away,
she's happy she doesn't have to stay.
Slowly everything fades to black,
a smile on her face because she knows she's not coming back.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Comment with any constructive criticism or ideas for other poems :)
This poem is dedicated to my best friend/sister who tried to kill herself twice yet is still here. Love you forever and after! <3

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