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365 Things I Love About You
365 Things I Love About You
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
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Sunrise - Poem
Every corner of my heart aches
And yearns for your touch to soothe
The brokenness
The hopelessness
The emptiness I am when I'm without you...
My tears fall as droplets
Leaving my soul so dry
Each day I wander aimless
And despairing; I cry
You know not the pain that I've suffered each hour
You don't know how I long for us to be together
You can't comprehend it; the sorrow, the pain
The unyielding agony of these relentless feelings...
If only you loved me
Then you would recognize...
But as it is; I am darkness...

And you... are ever radiant sunrise
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A Poetic Tribute to Derpy: Inspiration

Outlook unique
Source of laughter
Summited the peak
Hero ever after
Silken mane
Sun's silhouette
Life's vane
Gait, a pirouette
Metiér
Joy bringer
Bubbly flair
Muffin giver
Community's creation
Birthed from adversity
Seeking salvation
Personal clarity
A spark
Nurtured
Verily, a barque
Uplifted
Wings unfurled
Abilities shining
Courage of the world
Continuously striving
Indomitable pegasus
Daughters' guardian, mentor
Mind focus
Happiness' donor
Mother's responsibility
A choice
Paragon's ability
Her voice
Hooves outstretched
Fan and producer
Rarely matched
Synergy inducer
Eyes drifting,
Never more graceful
Never more unwavering
Never more inspired
Always beautiful.
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Deep Blue
spinning in deep blue chess.
flutes echo underground
haunted by wolves,
I reach my hands into your pockets
pull worlds out your mind
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but then i remembered: my heart is a trickster.
it is really too bad that anxiety finds me when my eyes catch you, on nights when the storm in my belly is calmest; i told her to wait for me in the back of my mind, but she mistook you for the next block.
i want to die and be reborn as the press of a flower against your wrist, or maybe the sweet sun, kicking its shadowy feet while sitting on your doe-lashes. i think i find peace with the coral and the stingrays, floating inches above the sea floor and losing myself in kelp strands - kelp may indeed be the color of my eyes in my dreams (i'll never know because my mind, it doesn't dream in color);
or maybe i find serenity in the tremble of your voice as you speak to me in my loneliest nightmares.
i wish you knew that you still have a seat in the ruling chambers of my shattered heart.
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Cold Breath by nakanoart Cold Breath :iconnakanoart:nakanoart 1,066 16
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Dead To Me
You're not really dead,
but you're dead to me.
The memory of you still lingers
somewhere in the back of my mind,
and sometimes it comes alive..
A fiction, a fantasy, a daydream.
In those scenes you're you and I'm me,
but I'm better and stronger than I am now.
I'm so much more than this lost, delightful mess...
And I fucking hope that you miss me.
And I hope that you hurt deep down inside..like I did.
It's just that my heart..stopped hurting a while ago.
Now, I'm just angry and a little bit spiteful...
But most of all..I'm disappointed..in you..and in me.
I don't miss the person you are right now,
I miss the conversations, the laughter and the madness...
Our stupid talks..
I needed a friend..not a boyfriend or a lover.
And you turned your back on me..on us.
That fucking hurt.
How easily replaceable I was..or I am?..whatever.
I needed you to give me time to find myself,
to realize what and who I want in my life...
I was like a wave..you pushed me
and you forgot to pull me back towards yo
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Turtle Tots React - Bedtime stories by Myrling Turtle Tots React - Bedtime stories :iconmyrling:Myrling 1,116 402 Sam the poet by Tsuki-Nekota Sam the poet :icontsuki-nekota:Tsuki-Nekota 1,606 160
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An Undertale Poem
Once upon a time there was
A war between two factions.
Two races that were different
In appearance and actions.
Humans were the stronger.
The monsters fate was tragic.
Sealed away underground with
The strongest of magic.
The war was lost
To human history.
But monsters never forgot
The source of their misery.
Atop Mt. Ebott,
A human did stray.
A place where others did
Vanish, so they would say
The child was there,
Perhaps for more than just fun.
But as they stumbled down a hole,
That's where this story's begun.
The rest of this tale,
Is now up to you.
To be cruel or be kind?
A hard choice it's true.
Whatever your choice, from
The beginning to end,
Above all else,
Stay determined.
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Gay
I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
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Punctuating Poetry Part One
Some people believe poetry shouldn't be punctuated and others are still taught to put a comma after every new line. So where is the balance? What does one - especially one new or growing in poetry - do? Well, that's simple: a poet must punctuate with purpose!
In order to punctuate with purpose, however, a poet must understand two things: what she wants to achieve with the poem and what a piece of punctuation can achieve in a poem. This means a poet must understand more than the common rules of punctuation; she must know the effect that certain punctuation points can have on a reader or in a text.
This overview tackles punctuation in poetry from a practical standpoint, but it's important to note that while there are "rules" for punctuation, and while there are even some "rules" for poetry, there are no set-in-stone conventional rules for punctuation in poetry.  There are schools of thought, and linguistic philosophy runs amuck, but there is nothing definit
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To Make Memories with You
I can't promise that you'll be remembered,
by the souls who decided they would leave you behind.
But what I can tell you right now
is that you're the only one on my mind.
And I may not be much of a man,
I doubt I even have half of what's left.
But if you're alright with a few broken pieces,
I'll hold your hand and try my best.
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comatose.
i never told you:
i hated the way you smelled
like winter, like
fog or listerine or
something long forgotten.
i guess i miss you the way
i miss brooklyn,
all thirsty for a song  
i've never heard, pining for
a place i've never been.  
homesick.
--
i never told you:
i keep your old promises all tucked up inside,
like bruises sleeping fallow
along my hipbones.
i promise i'll love you always, i promise
i'll fix the coffee machine tomorrow,
and if you let me,
i'll fix you –

well, you never were a fixer.
what you are is tired, and you never understood
why this fucked-up little town
unmade its bed, swallowed an ambien,
swallowed you. listen:
we were always comatose, clutching
at bedsheets,
hands gone cold
and quiet.
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Twenty One
Twenty one candles
lit in around red velvets.
crouch like tigers --
Your heart smells
like dried sheets,
your fingers smell
like his sweat.
Twenty one rings
around you're ankles.
Wrap yourself
in a white dress;
and wonder why
you fucked him to death.
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Tightrope
I want to create but my mind is empty
And filled with a jumbled mess of fear.
I seem to always put myself through this agony,
for it is my artistic passion that I hold dear.
I have a standard to which I must adhere,
but honestly, it sometimes drives me to edge.
But for the sake of creating that beautiful masterpiece;
I'll willingly walk this thinning ledge...
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Origami
Folded into his
Decadent self-indulgence
Paper trail of hearts
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you're never hopeless
you tell me you feel hopeless
as you talk with tired eyes-
the sky drips with black pen ink
poured on crystal cosmic lights
your eyes become black vacuums-
your words turn to somber sighs,
and I ask you: on the darkest of nights,
have you ever seen a starless sky?
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you would have loved me.
                  ​ivory ink skinned,
      delicate lavender and chamomile
         braided helix into her stygian hair,
  desert roses at the aethereal curves of her shoulders.
there's something so soft about summer mornings.
and like magic, i can write again.
i'm twisting my hands around a staff of acacia,
trailing in the path of nomads and vague directions
intended to an oasis, surrounded
with blooming cacti and the prettiest mirages.
i'll say i was lost on purpose.
scarlet scarf around your head, playing the cithara
that you stole from a soldier,
your boots kicked the sand up and i laughed.
found you, little red, and you found me.
did you know the dunes breathe with oak lungs? that the
    stars at nightfall seem to shoot towards earth?
              that timber wolves are not
 what they appear?
           
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Atlantis by Demachic Atlantis :icondemachic:Demachic 3,481 363
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i can't promise you anything.
i made a mistake
when i told you that i could love you
forever. i know now that the only thing
i can know for certain is that nothing
will ever be certain again. we could
wake up tomorrow and feel something
completely different. we could wake up
tomorrow and be completely different.
that's the exciting part. it's also the
part that makes it hard to even fall asleep
in the first place.
my heart attacks
my every whim and everyday is this whirlwind
of terror and elation and i don't even know
where to end or begin or if this makes sense
anymore, but the one thing i've come to realize
is the worst kind of lie will always be the
ones you don't even know you're telling. so
i'd say i'm sorry, but i'd like to think you
already know. it's nothing worth repeating.
nothing ever is.
when i'm tired
i tend to miss you in an overwhelming sort of  
way just because i'm not strong enough to fight
these feelings full time. i'm more of a halfway
girl, but there are a few things i fully understan
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biopsy
he works rhythmically
over the still girl on the table.
the surgeon’s incisions are steady,
practiced
as scalpel hews flesh from hip to hip
and near-tender, his hands and wrists
were it not for all the blood –
she wakes in fluorescence from
half-slumber
to the flutter of a phantom limb,
some precious unnamed thing
shorn from her
and discarded.
the amputation is final.
she often counts backwards
from ten, awaiting anesthesia
that does not come.
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The Future- by Neil Hilborn (Spoken Word)
The worst thing about being naked and then being hit by a car is that road rash is a problem for skin.  
Why was I naked in the middle of the road at noon? I'm glad you asked, imaginary other half of this conversation! I have no idea. Some characteristics of bipolar disorder include dissociation, hallucinations, and fugue states, so sometimes, I wake up in places I didn't go to sleep.
Has this ever been a problem? My, you are inquisitive, imaginary conversation partner! And also a bad listener. See aforementioned attempt to befriend a windshield.
So there I am, nude, rolling on the hood of a car screaming about the government conspiracy to take away my feet. Not my real feet, just my brain feet.
I'm about six inches from the concrete when I realize, in slow motion: like the exact opposite of a bank robbery, this... is not how I imagined my life would turn out.
When I was young, I broke both of my ankles because I was sure a cape would enable me to fly. My parents attributed this t
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acropolis
living girl, do not
build an armory out of
incisors & fractured femurs
do not seek
to fit this throne of bones; do not
shrink into the framework of this citadel
feral girl, feral heart,
we can scoff at those who want to live forever
(immortality is fickle)
but we
are more than
lost baby-teeth
& we
have words to give
yet
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Thank You
I am thankful for
How a professional footballer
Is still a professional footballer
Even though he went to prison for rape.
I am thankful for
The number of kids I know
Who cut themselves
Because life is too much.
I am thankful for
The unarmed, retreating black kid
Shot in the back by
An unpunished police officer.
I am thankful for
The number of people
Who are starving to death
In the land of plenty.
I am thankful for
The Westboro Baptist Church
And ISIS
And every other person who uses religion as an excuse for hatred.
I am thankful for
All the gay people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to love.
I am thankful for
All the transgender people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to be themselves.
I am thankful for
Pro-Life fascists  
Who put an insentient fistful of cells
Before a living, breathing human and disregard their autonomy.
I am thankful for
The teenage girls
Starving themselves to death
To look like an impossible model.
I am thankful for
All the little girls
Turned brid
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Dreamspace Reloaded 21 by DenisOlivier Dreamspace Reloaded 21 :icondenisolivier:DenisOlivier 2,223 355
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The Babadook
THE BABADOOK
If it's in a word
or if it's in a book,
you can't get rid
of the Babadook.
Only when the sun goes down
it appears, wearing a hat on top,
tall as a house, darker than a crow,
pale face, long arms, mighty claws.
It will try to scare you first
so you can see it
now and then
slowly crawling up your bed.
When you feel its presence near,
even if you cover your face with your sheets,
you'll be able to hear
its voice, whispering your name in your ear.
"Let me in", it will then shout,
and you must not open your mouth
or it will haunt your soul
using your own demons and ghosts.
The more you deny its existence
the stronger it will get.
It will make you an offer
you cannot reject.
It will fool you with tricks,
it will laugh and howl loads.
It will make you feel sick,
it will twist all of your thoughts.
But you must remain still,
keep your mouth tied up,
so you can use your will
to defeat it at last.
Once it comes to you again,
your inner voice you must not restrain.
F
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Simple Poems by Demachic Simple Poems :icondemachic:Demachic 3,785 369
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Wanderer - Poem
A soul without form;
Restless
Unfettered...
You think you are free
But does freedom mean wandering forever?...
No responsibilities
No obligations
No family
No home
Adrift on the breeze
And then not the next moment...
You dance among clouds and descend like the dew
You taste life afresh
It's vibrant colors, it's hues...
Your laughter bubbles and bursts
Such a beautiful sound
But as soon as it fades
None shall find you around
You're off to seek adventure...
Mystery...
Intrigue...
And all at once I realize...
I just wanted you to stay with me
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Batman
                                                         Batman
                                      I can't fly, I'm not a man made of steel
                                     I'm just out here, waging a one man war
                    
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Remember the Angel?
Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?
You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.
Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?
You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still there
Remember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?
You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your power
Remember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?
You ran away and left her there, you left her there alone
Remember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?
You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand new
Remember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?
You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?
Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?
All of that was only for you , sent from above
Remember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
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progress is paralytic
i was an all-american
psyche-massacre. i cracked
corroded molars loose
from mandibles
in
desperation doesn't cover it, no -
i was profound,
an architect of the unsuccessful.
i formed
the counter-culture of
counter-creation;
led the children's crusade for
self-desecration.
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Dreaming Mermaid by BiBiARTs Dreaming Mermaid :iconbibiarts:BiBiARTs 641 427 When I'm Home Alone by Demachic When I'm Home Alone :icondemachic:Demachic 4,910 556 Butterfly Effect by CamKitty2 Butterfly Effect :iconcamkitty2:CamKitty2 1,094 57
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Flow Like the River
At times the toughest thing to accept
is the whimsical nature of fate.
Indeed it may seem like our actions matter,
as though the force of will might break the obstacles in our path.
But think instead about why they are there
and learn that sometimes,
what we perceive is not a wall to be overcome,
but a boulder in the river,
that we must flow past, as if we were water.
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The Daily Magnet #337 by FridgePoetProject The Daily Magnet #337 :iconfridgepoetproject:FridgePoetProject 167 59 The Tree of the Dead by MeanHouseArt The Tree of the Dead :iconmeanhouseart:MeanHouseArt 5,647 157
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Dear Future Self,
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
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Autumn Leaves by Pieces-Of-My-Heart Autumn Leaves :iconpieces-of-my-heart:Pieces-Of-My-Heart 224 147 memories, poems, wounds, dead flowers by AnnaO-Photography memories, poems, wounds, dead flowers :iconannao-photography:AnnaO-Photography 464 39
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honey-filled hearts
he asked her if she loved him
and she looked at that golden boy
with a bumblebee smile and sad veins
like good champagne leaking onto the stars
only a million words were left unsaid.
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Do not be ashamed of who you are.
At one point in your life,
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what
she needs.
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The Infinite by Kurtzan The Infinite :iconkurtzan:Kurtzan 1,046 337
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mechanic
I want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes;
This dripping heart of mine can only feel,
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth,
so I only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that I care all too much.
In order to fix you up again,
I would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but I just haven’t figured out how.
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You're Growing up too Fast by Demachic You're Growing up too Fast :icondemachic:Demachic 4,600 538
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This is Halloween!
This is Halloween:
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!

S
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The Wind by mel-face The Wind :iconmel-face:mel-face 2,609 428