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 Dec 2014 M
Erenn
It's Yours Now
 Dec 2014 M
Erenn
This much I know now
My heart's been crying forever.
It stopped, when
It
heard
your
heart

beating to theĀ 
same rhythm.
Dedicated to someone I've fallen deeply on HP:)
 Dec 2014 M
A
Not poetry
 Dec 2014 M
A
I want to protest,
I want to rebel
I want to stand up and yell in their faces.

I'm tired of being put down,
I'm tired of falling short.
I'm tired of trying so hard for things that don't even matter to me.

It's sad teenagers dream of being 18 so they can get away from the life they're living
It's so **** sad that some feel that life is so bad that they'd harm themselves to escape.

We're told to think for ourselves but then when we speak our minds we're told to shut up and sit down as if a teenager couldn't possibly know anything about the world; as if the number of years on this earth determines whether or not we understand the concept of loving another human unconditionally, or understand what it's like to be sad.

I want everyone to come together and fight the injustice. To live deliberately, to **** the marrow out of life.
I want to fight
 Nov 2014 M
M
Untitled
 Nov 2014 M
M
there are many types of love
while I might feel phileo towards him and
eros towards her and storge towards Her
I might feel agape towards you
and I would say that the difference between romance and friendship
while I thought it was ***, for a long time,
is not- it is something more, intangible
an inseperation between souls
a terrible desire to be one-
a necessity of agape between the two
and a feeling that you will be insufficient
without it.
 Nov 2014 M
M
Untitled
 Nov 2014 M
M
all of us have such distant dreams
how could we possibly be headed in the same direction
and will I ever see you again?
 Nov 2014 M
The Jolteon
The most beautiful part
Can be the things we don't see
Those things we can't touch
And will never know about
The story behind the painting
The meaning behind the words
A life exists in every creation
A life of its own for others to perceive
Poem inspired by another poem "Untitled" by M
 Nov 2014 M
M
"go fuck itself"
 Nov 2014 M
M
I have never had a monopoly on anything, have I?
I am not the best at being a lover-
I am not the best at my sport, I only play well when it is only up to me
I am not the best at school, or math
I am not the best artist, singer,
my violin playing has been slacking
it seems that the only thing I am best at is feeling, feeling love and hate, but even that is not true because sometimes I think I fabricate myself
and sometimes I think I am the best at thinking, but
even that is not true, I am not even a genius on the IQ scale,
I am the best at obsession, maybe
but there are those whose thoughts are so consumed with one thing
that the rest of their life takes a back seat
I am the best at love, self-sacrifical love,
maybe it's because I have not met someone who was more willing than I
or maybe it's because I have deluded myself and can't see
my actions for what they really are,
and there are those who speak kinder, who listen more,
I am not the best at anything,
maybe that is why I want so bad to be in an equal partnership
so that I am the best and most important thing,
if only to them, and they are the best and most important thing,
if only to me, and
together we have a monopoly on each other
and the rest of the world can go **** itself, for all we care.
 Nov 2014 M
Ember Evanescent
I've seen hobos and hippies at bus stops
Goths, drunks and stoners
Pretty skinny girls with Starbucks in their pretty hands and leggings
Quiet girls with notebooks
Guys who are loud and always smiling
Guys who keep to themselves
People wearing a moustache and a skirt
Mothers with 6 children and a pet bird perched on their stroller
I always wonder of them
I have seen you
With your nice eyes
And silence
The quiet way you don't speak
How you always wear long sleeves
And I wonder about you
...Does anybody ever wonder about me?
I doubt it.
You have to be interesting, to be wondered about.
Or in a movie.
Or a book.
Or a fairytale.
You need to live in daydreams.
I think I need to move.
just wondering because I wonder about a lot of people but I don't think anyone has ever actually wondered about me... hmm... :/
 Nov 2014 M
Ember Evanescent
I wish I knew what love the scent of love smells like
I wish I knew how death feels
I wish I knew what terror tastes like
I wish I knew what crazy looked like

I do have theories though

I bet love smells like you

I bet death feels like a mix between sleeping and those times when you are just existing when you should be living

I bet terror tastes like you swallowed a bolt of lightning

And I bet crazy looks like me.
Just some of my theories. What are yours?
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