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She asked me "Do you love me?"
To which i replied "Definitely"
She then got ready, ready to ask more
I simply smiled, ready for the questions she had in store
"What if i left you for some other guy?"
"I'd fight to get you back, but before that, cry"
"What if i see this relationship going nowhere?"
"Love is a safe haven, and i'll take you there"
"What if you fall in love with another girl?"
"Impossible, you're my entire world"
"What if you grow tired of me?"
"That is a future i do not see"
"What if i leave you in the friend zone?"
"It's better to be a friend that to be alone"
She had one more question
And i had an answer, giving it my full attention
"All the questions i just asked, what if any of them came true, what would you do?"
I smiled again and looked her in the eyes and said "There's no ifs when it comes to you"
The Cutie Mark Crusaders! : A Spoken Word Poem The Cutie Mark Crusaders! : A Spoken Word Poem
That's it! Today's the day, the day we get our cutie marks in... sushi making! Cutie Mark Crusaders away!
Three little fillies out adventuring to get their cutie marks, but when will they learn?
It's not something you get but something you earn.
Leader of the group, young Apple Bloom, who wants her cutie mark really, really soon, but in runs in the family to be the last one in your class...
How do you like them apples?
Melodic Sweetie Belle, with a voice so swell. Enough said.
Tompony Scootaloo, full of energy, but not a chicken, are you?
With dreams of beling like Rainbow Dash, she'll be able to touch the sky one day.
Let's not forget the 4th member...
Oh, Babs Seed, Babs Seed
Friends is just all you need.
These are the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and they won't ever stop the journey, not until they get their cutie marks!
the world, sometimes, it's a bit unreal
i need a safe haven, a place where i can express how I feel
a safe haven, created by me
possibilities are endless, where i can truly be free
this place is wonderful and it's not hard to find
just look deep within yourself, for the place is your mind
It Just Takes One ThingIt just takes one thing
To help me remember that day
To help me remember the reason I opened that door
To help me fall in love again
It just takes one word
To clarify you're real
To rest those racing thoughts within my head
To know that word was true
It just takes one day
To change everything
To act upon instinct and make those wishes come true
To help me remember why I love you
It just takes one touch
From a hand, by a arm, from a gentle kiss
To know that spark still ignites
To know that the past wasn't all bad
It just takes one thing
How I SpeakPoetry is how I speak.
My communication is weak.
Sorry if I don't talk back.
Social skills I do lack.
No understanding of what to say.
Dealing with it everyday.
So when I just say nothing,
It doesn't mean anything.
What to say I'm not sure.
My short responses do bore.
Only understood when I write.
A difference of day and night.
Take this as my apology.
It's not you. It really is me.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
A Blinded WorldDo they not see how much we have in common?
You and I have fallen greater than six feet
We are crushed by the weight of the graves we’ve encountered
And the loneliness that overwhelms us
This world is blind
Blinder than world engulfed by darkness
But yet I see you and how much you do not acknowledge this
You have witnessed bloodshed on your hands
And the corpse thrown at your feet
Those words you said were the very daggers that killed him
And now you say there is no other living person who can understand this
You are blinded by ignorance
Blinder than I am when I thought love approached me
And yet you see me without loving parents embracing me
I may not have had blood splattered upon my body
From the words that were never meant to be a poison
But a corpse was laid before me with ivory sheets beneath her
I was thrown under the bus by life itself and ran over
I am blinded by false hope
As blind as the world
But yet I still see what we have in common
Flooded by s
The Day I Never Saw You AgainThere were days we used to play together
There were days that used to last forever
It was just you and I
For the rest of our lives
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
We had each other, that was all
And that was how it was meant to be
Light and shadow, rain and sun
We would always be as one
And that was how it was meant to be
But one day you weren't there
You were much too far away
There were nights we used to stay up late
There were nights that memories would make
It was you and me
For an eternity
Wind and snowfall, rain and shine
I was yours and you were mine
And that was how it was meant to last
Voice and echo, body and soul
We would always be a whole
And that's how it was meant to last
But one day you weren't there
You were much too far away
I don't remember why we grew apart
I can't tell you how, I don't know when
It was somewhere between the last time I saw you
And the day I never saw you again
Our moments together
That lasted forever
I wish I knew why
But I can't remember...
What should she do?What do I see?
A girl weeping in a corner...
She is hugging herself...
Crying in the most hurtful silence...
Why is she crying?
Because she feels lonely...
What a nonsense...
What should she do?
Everything except give up...
Smile at the problems...
That somebody died?
Be happy for having the chance to know him or her...
That somebody betrayed you?
They will lost you..
That you feels alone?
You will find someone...
Do you get it?
Yes, I do...
So, tell that girl in front of you to stand up...
To not give up...
To gaze forward...
If she does... She will look at you...
And you will look at her...
Tell yourself those things...
And walk away from the mirror...
goodb--She was never really there
Slowly threading the needle
Barely catching up
Brutal winds held her back
Fierce tides pushed her under
They said it was impossible
She pricked her finger
Let the wind push her down
Drowned in her own sorrow
It was her fault
She brought it on herself
Never fighting hard enough
So now she's gone
And I don't even care enough to say goodbye
A Spark That Once LivedDarkness is always known for the lack of light,
But within its depths, there it sits —
Short and melting; its time winding down.
It has been burning day and night,
Its own wax crawling down its spine and then splits
Into its bottom, where the flame will eventually drown.
It’s a spark that was started half a decade ago.
The vigorous flame stretching upward,
Sharing its vibrant light with the cold darkness.
Its warmth was a daily reminder there wasn’t a final woe.
And that brightness was dynamic and skyward —
Although it was small, the strength it had was a constant progress.
The spark had a blessed gift:
Fear did not exist with it.
Pain was absent to it.
Happiness was its calling.
Mighty was its naming.
Love was its solving.
That spark was believed to last a lifetime.
However, the darkness still exists,
And the darkness was bound to consume again.
So, the flame died down and eventually couldn’t climb.
What it obtained, all of its gifts,
Was a struggle to ke
Someone Else.Someone Else.
I wish I had a...
A heart that is malleable.
A mind that isn’t practical
And a life that is fanciful.
I wish I had a...
Tranquil touch that never hurts.
A mouth that thinks before it spurts
And a body that is control of its nerves.
I wish I had...
Feet that are confident and able walk fast.
Hopeful hands that have a firm but soft grasp
And an ass that can rebound after every task.
I wish I had a smile that is permanent.
I wish I had eyes that were not so observant.
I wish I had the mass to withstand any disturbance.
Sometimes I wish I could be a completely different person.
Simon and Marcy: An Adventure Time Poem Simon and Marcy: An Adventure Time Poem
Hey Marceline, in this world, it's just me and you
Torn apart by the Mushroom War, what do we do?
Hey Simon, I'm so glad you were always by my side
Without you, I probably wouldn't have survived
You always helped whenever I was feeling down
So, whatever you do, don't put on that crown!
The crown, it changes who you are
Distances me from you, and you go very far
Please Marceline, forgive me for what I'm about to do
Just remember that I will always love you...
Hey Marceline, I know this world is hard for you to see
I need to save you..., but who's going to save me?
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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