Someone once asked me what love was.
I replied, harshly at that;
Something so useless it has no meaning to me anymore.
I used to think it solved all of my problems,
but it has only cause more.
If only you came along and realized that I am in dire need of embrace or some kind of safe feeling.
You could provide me the strength to say that love is real,
You could show me how to regain feelings I once left behind.
If only you knew.

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I have the want to cry,
But I'm lacking the sufficient tears to shed.
Even though the thought of you with her pains my soul,
I still walk up to her and smile like everything is okay, when truly I'm dying inside.
The more I think about you two, 
The more I become accustomed to heartbreak.
I loved you and at one time you loved me,
But apparently your feelings are being overshadowed by the mask of which you call "love".
You don't know what it really is!
It's a cover-up, security blanket, 
She's terrified of being alone, dying single.
She'll do anything. 
Just.
For.
Fun.

Those salty tears slid down my cheeks and bare neck.
The levee has broken and the tears spew out until there are none left to shed.
I wait a while and try to busy myself, try to keep my mind off the paralyzing, tear-jerking thought that still lingers.
Yet, alas, there are more tears that fall like a steady rain-storm.
Just like I have no control over the weather, it seems as though I have lost control over my tears.
The tears rest so peacefully at my cheekbone, then slide their way to my chin and tip-toe down my neck leaving the faintest evidence of being there in the first place.
And soon I realize I can't change the fact you're gone. 
Those tears haven't changed anything.

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On the day that would be daddy's birthday,
I lie down and weep.
Because I remember,
How he tucked me to sleep.
That day he brushed my hair and put it in braids,
His hands shaking as though he were afraid.
"I love you." were the last words he said to me,
And today I still remember the tremble in his voice as he said the same to my mother.
He was suited up and ready to go,
The last part of his uniform was my good luck bow.
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We turned on the television,
And were struck by the horror.
We sang the anthem,
With hands on our hearts, and minds on the people fighting for us.
As we uttered the last words,
I asked my final question,
"Momma, what's the matter,
What's happened?"
Her answer plain and simple as could be,
"Honey it doesn't just concern you or me,
And not just our neighbors,
But the whole country."
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I cried myself to sleep that night,
But stirred once or twice out of fright.
We later awoke to a stern surprise.
The knock on the door, sympathy in their eyes.
As they told us he perished in the midst of the fire,
My mother broke down, New York's loudest crier.
They enclosed something in her hands,
And once the crying stopped it started back up again.
She opened her hands,
Revealed the bow.
I, too, cried.
For, then, I suddenly came to know.
He did it for freedom,
For lives everywhere.
But he gave us the bow,
So he'd always be there.


The more I experience, the more I come back to you.
My home, my haven, why did I take you for granted.
You made me realize things, things nobody else ever could've.
I miss you.


The ending of rope,
Beginning of wire.
He gropes for the end of this treacherous fire.
Beginning of burning,
Ending of steam.
As the blood is left in a trail-like stream.
Ending of life,
Beginning of death.
As he draws in his last fatal breath.
Beginning of fear,
Ending of pain.
As he waits for the something he is to gain.
Ending of gladness,
Beginning of mourning.
Just to be sure, they've given fair warning.
And that, my friend.
Is the beginning of the end.


I never meant to hurt you,
But I'm sure it happened.
I never meant for you to have no friends, or people who support you.
But no one accepted you, not even me.
I never, ever meant for you to never see me.
But, again, I let it happen to you.
My decision was ill-thought about, for I let the pressure get to me.
Your life slipped away,
and, I didn't know yet, but mine would soon eventually.
Out of guilt.
I never meant to throw away all the possible chances for memories,
I never knew how much they would mean to me until now.
As I sit here and waste away.
I think of how life could be,
If I just let you live.


Bias and Love.
and when given the choice,
We choose bias.
Why, you might ask.
Simply because it is easier to judge for the wrong reasons than to search for the right ones.
So next time,
I'll choose love,
for the ones out there who have been hurt,
for the ones who's lives have been abolished,
and for myself.
To show that I can be more than those people ever could,
and to know that I make a difference.
That one difference could be the start of a revolution, a new era.
The era of politeness, of kindness, and maybe of respect.
This could only happen if we were to all come together, and work in harmony.
If only life were this easy.


Magic is in the air,
you can tell by the feeling everywhere.
Being with you is like Heaven on Earth,
I feel as though you are the heat to my hearth.
This can only be love,
for it is sent from the Angels above.
The sun in the sky,
shines no brighter than your love for I.


The grass isn't blue,
the sky isn't green,
But my love for you is ever-so keen.
Have you seen me smile at you on a cloudy day?
Have you looked at me when I come your way?
In the world I live in,
The air I breathe fathoms your scent.
It may seem impossible,but I do belive in things I shouldn't.
Like if it were night the sun would still shine upon you,
if it were rainy you would not get the slightest bit damp,
if a stampede dawned on you,you wouldn't get trampled.


I fell for you,
I don't know why though.
You fell for me,
Because you felt sorry.
I'll fall in and out over and over again...
Until I'm finally in love for good.
Loving you was the last thing in my mind that I felt like talking about.
Love to me, is just some farie tale waiting to be open and read aloud,
And to travel in and out of my ears messing with my brain functions.
I will fall for you never again.
But I don't think you can say the same...
How can you be so pristene?!

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I had a disease,
You seemed to be the cure.
You said you loved me,
But I was unsure.
I let you go,
With some regret.
Your soft, warm touch,
I never hoped to forget.
The chill of my words,
As I said goodbye.
Stung my throat,
And made me want to cry.
But I stayed strong,
Though, I have no idea how.
And the pain seems to have,
Subsided now.

Ahhhh, I'll have to get on the actual computer soon.
More poems to come, I'm just that lazy.(: