Poem Quotes




WHY DOES AGE DETERMINE THE RELEVANCE OF SOMEONE'S OPINION? OLD DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN WISE AND YOUNG DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN NAIVE.
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Fragile glass 
Breathe into me like a dragons' breath
Blow away my troubles and sins
Life is the slow punishment, it'll end in death
I turn to see the darkness and it's evil grin
Broken and bruised as I have been
The scars rise from beneath my fragile skin
Set me free 
Let the wind sneak through the grass
My soul whispers to the trees
I grow stronger and I'm no longer freshly broken glass




When someone plants flowers
in parts of your spirit
that were dark
closed,
broken
before they arrived,
do not let them wither
when they leave.

Instead,
love them for growing
love them for living
love them for letting the light
back into your soul.




ALL I DO IS KISS

YOU THROUGH

THE BARS OF A

RHYME.
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The dice

was

LOADED

from the

START
.



 








 



I dreamed
Your dream
 for you,

and now your dream is Real.
HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT ME AS 
IF I WAS JUST 
ANOTHER 
ONE 
OF YOUR
 
DEALS?


 
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you're just line

in 
a song,
But let me remove the unjust 'just' since we all know just how powerful a line in a song can be. What underrated power it holds. The power to get hearts racing and bottled up emotions into  tears spilling down checks. That is what you are. What an iconic line you are. Iconic enough to have you inked all over my body. You had me hooked from the very first opening verse and had me singing right along until your final closing note.I repeat you over and over as I can't bring myself to listen to anything else. I would dance to you until the end of time. You are a poetic symphony compared to my complete cacophony. You are the line I am honored to have witnessed live. All in all, I guess what I'm trying to say is that you are the music to my ears.


Nov. 16 2015

What if

I'm in love with the idea of being in love but I am not in love with being in love 
Because I never learned how to and each step I take feels like I'm falling deeper into an ocean of all the love I was never given as a child,
and  I can't seem to find myself when I don't know what I'm searching for.

My parents told me I have time,
there is no rush to find your soulmate,
but what if the time is now and  I don't even know it,
what if they aren't looking for their other half but just someone to booty call at 4 am when they're drunk and can't handle being alone.

What if my lover is echoed in rooms of everyone who's ever been heartbroken,
would I hear his voice?
Would it  sound different, would it sound familiar, 
the way  I picture it in story books and romantic movies,
where girls fall for the right guy and everything's okay.
and he loves her, and she's so beautiful. 

Since when did I have this story book picture in my mind about how it was supposed to be,
or how I was supposed to feel when he kissed me and how  I didn't know I could say no.


I never got the storybook ending,
the happily ever after, it's not as easy as they make it out to be.
and I think we need to stop romanticizing something that takes a whole part of us when it ends,
because there's something about love and the magic it possesses,
that when it ends,  it destroys.
I am still searching for what you took.

Love breaks parts of you, you didn't even know you had,
it takes and it takes,
the destruction of love is the most horrible thing I have ever been apart of.
I have individually taken someone's heart and held it in my hand and I dropped it without turning back,
I ran as fast as I could.

I looked at love as if it  was the deadliest criminal I had ever known, and I didn't want it to be found,
I wanted it to stay away because there was no prize to be found, no reward at the end.
My love couldn't be protected behind bars, it slipped away through the cracks it got away on bail.

And as it slipped, so did I, but I slipped through the ground. 
 I became a version of myself I didn't even know, I looked in the mirror and saw a skeleton starring back at me.
People asked me if  I was happy, and I gave them the false answer they wanted. 
I said I was fine, they didn't know  I was fighting a battle in my mind. 
People are only curious for themselves, they don't really care,
and it took me awhile to figure out we are all false positives, and that love is the bad guy you fall for who says all the right things,
and I am still running.

And if you'd like to know, yes I am doing fine,
I just can't handle having to leave my bed in the morning,
and I am surprisedat how long I've lasted. 
They tell me it's poison, we don't collide anymore.
But his name still tastes as good as it sounds.
 

It doesn't make much sense to stay , 
But i need the pain to feel okay 

WE'RE TRIPPING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT. I THOUGHT THIS COULD BE PARADISE.
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