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Always encourage the youth
To give it their best
Be that mentor in their life
Guide them to excellence
Teach them to have heart
And to take a leap of faith
Always reach for the gold
As you charge from the gate
 Jan 2020 winter sakuras
ali
no. 1
 Jan 2020 winter sakuras
ali
i want my soul to
tangle up with yours and find
comfort in chaos
 Jan 2020 winter sakuras
Modien
It seems that the words
I've used to create a painting
has been bound by a time
that I no longer wish to reconcile
The painting, beautifully saturated
is nothing but a mere mirage
that I met in the beauty of your
summer heat
HIM
He was imperfect
He was young
She loved him
She was crazy
She wasn’t so pretty
He loved her

He had doubts
He had challenges
She loved him
She was naïve
She was carefree
He loved her

He was smart
He was cute
She loved him
She got brains
She had talent
He loved her

He lied
He cheated
She loved him
He became rude
He was difficult
She loved him

He was scared
He was reckless
She cared
He was arrogant
He was insensitive
She was hurt

He ignored her
He hurt her more
She became different
He cheated more
He cheated carelessly
She ignored him

He became scarce
He cut off ties
She survived
He was addicted
He was pitiful
She had empathy

He fell
She brought him up
He got sick
She nursed him to health
She slipped
He didn’t catch her
He got into trouble
She turned her back on him

He wanted her back
She didn’t
It was too late
She felt nothing for him

She was,
A diamond he got
She was,
A diamond he lost
I go to sleep at
10 p.m
but lately it's more like
2 a.m.
because I don't want
to turn the lights off

I brush my teeth
every morning and night
but lately it doesn't matter
enough to me
because my breath will only again be soured
by bitter truths in the morning

I don't read or watch t.v.
before going to bed
but lately I've been
listening to children's stories
because they imitate the innocence
that was long ago stolen from me
 Dec 2019 winter sakuras
Varsha K
My heart's burning with your touch,
Flames till the roof of my heart,
While this warmth keeps me alive,
The smoke chokes me to death.
 Dec 2019 winter sakuras
Meruem
I always get subtle memories,
Whenever I remember my last love.

It was like a freshly brewed coffee,
For someone who prefers milk.
It was the strongest kind,
One that certainly kept me wide awake.

It was like winter
On a tropical island.
Cold yet always kept me warm;
Seasonal but definitely not temporary.

I always get subtle memories,
Enough to keep me at bay.
October 30, 2019 - 01:37

A memoir is a collection of memories that an individual writes about moments, or events, both public or private, that took place in the subject's/person's life. Cloud 9.
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