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@anonymouspoet00
I'd climb the Empire Building with you too.
Just to ask you to be mine.
I'd rehearse every single word...
Only to find you never really climbed.
Tell me yall saw that couple! The one who climbed to the top of the empire building only for the man to propose. Damn shit is illegal but so romantic.
What a waste it would be,
To die before he'd know
How many times he became
A poem of my own.
"You don't have to be great to start, but you do have to start to be great"
Read this quote today and felt it was worth a post.
The candle glowed through every night,
Turning its own life into light.
I loved the warmth it left behind,
Never the price it paid to shine.
When I was little,
I wished time would fly,
Always Thinking my best days
Weren't really coming by.
I counted each birthday,
Excited to grow,
Never once thinking
I'd miss them too much, you know?
Now, at eighteen,
Something has changed.
The dreams are the same,
But my heart has rearranged.
For the first time,
I don't want time to race.
I want it to linger just a little longer,
And for it to slow down its pace.
Because every new year
Brings joy, which is true,
But it quietly takes
Away a little piece of us too.
I spent all my childhood
Looking ahead,
Never once noticing
The moments I'd shed.
A day will come when
I'll miss this age as well,
The stories I lived,
The days I couldn't tell
Were already becoming
The memories I keep.
Perhaps that's why
Growing up doesn't feel so sweet.
You spend your whole childhood
Waiting for "someday" to arrive,
Only to realize...
You were already living in it,
The days, that would
One day feel the most alive.
I woke up today,
Again like yesterday,
Sat and stared at the wall,
Hoping it would answer my call,
And Give me one reason to live each day.
Panting, she reached the station.
He was already on the train.
It left without a second thought,
While she stood frozen in place.
She watched him
Fade into the distance,
Away...
Then farther away.
Only when he was gone
Did she realize she had been late all along.
Blood staining his trembling hands,
he stared at the man he'd shot.
He pulled the blanket from his face,
and found his own brother, still and cold.
He'll never know how hard it is
to pretend that I'm immune to him.
He wouldn't see me,even if I stood there shouting,
because his eyes were never searching for me.
I hate late nights,
Not because I hate the moon
Or the stars or the dark,
But the silence it brings within me
The strange moment when I am obliged to think
Of things long forgotten but existing.
She looked away. He chose to stay.
She knelt in pain. He did the same.
No words were said, No tears denied.
For silence spoke, Where voices died.
I still look for him,
Though years have slipped away.
In every boy I come to know,
I search for him in the yesterday.
Perhaps I'm chasing borrowed eyes,
A laugh, a smile, a grin.
Perhaps I never wanted anyone else.
I always only wanted him.
We were never meant to be,
Never mine. No promises, no start.
Yet somehow, someone I never had
Still lives deep inside my heart.
Maybe he will always live there,
For he refuses to move away
And maybe I'll never be able to find
"Another fish in the sea" as they say
To forget his stupid face.
Okay I guess I should stop writing about him now 😭
She always loved me.
No matter how ugly I looked,
She always found an excuse
To call me pretty when no one else did.
She always loved me.
No matter how many times I failed,
Failed and failed again, losing faith.
She held my hand and showed me the way.
She always loved me.
No matter how rude I was to her,
She always came back to me
And never held a grudge.
She always loved me.
Even when I felt like a burden,
She never made me believe
I was ever too much to love.
She always loved me.
And she always does.
She is my mother,
Who gave me the kind of love,
I could never put into words.
If I wake up one day in the past,
And be given the chance to begin anew,
I'd reject the gift without a second thought,
Because every mistake had led me to you.
A strange stranger
Walking down the street
I saw a face among many,
And for some strange reason
Every other blurred past it.
He wasn't very special,
Yet somehow it looked he was
When he walked past me
With those stupid headphones on.
Hands in the pocket,
An olive green shirt on
And for a split second he saw me,
His eyes meeting mine and my mind was gone.
I wouldn't dare to look again
But I still turned back,
His figure stepping away from me,
His steps unwavering on the track.
Those three seconds didn't feel so small
And the time seem to linger on
As if i knew him from long ago,
Though we'd never even met before.
So, I saw a strange stranger today,
With a face that refused to fade away.
A stranger, that much may be true,
Yet somehow he felt less than new.
I looked at him, and he was divine,
Finer than the reddest wine,
And that was the sign
For me to look away before I realize
That he could never be
Mine
She says, "I hate the rain."
She hates the muddy shoes,
The water seeping through,
The soaked-up socks, the splashing streets,
The skies of endless blue turned grey.
She hates the walks outside,
The puddles far too wide,
The way the storm delays her plans,
And steals the warmth of summer days.
And so she hates the rain.
He says, "I love the rain."
He loves the gentle sound,
The pit-pat all around,
The scent of earth that rises up
When silver drops first kiss the ground.
He loves the cooling breeze,
The dancing of the trees,
The rainbow waiting after storms,
The childlike joy in puddled streets.
And so he loves the rain.
Then somehow they met.
She still cursed the muddy roads,
He still listened to the storm.
She carried an umbrella high,
He walked outside to feel it warm.
They never changed each other's minds,
Nor tried to make the other bend.
Yet every rainy afternoon
Became another day they'd spend.
And now they hate the rain together.
Not for the puddles or the mud,
Not for the socks it leaves behind,
But because every storm must end,
And take its borrowed time
For life was very bright
Before they stood beneath the grey,
And now they blame the foolish rain
For making the beauty of the day go away.
So she says, "I hate the rain."
He laughs and says, "I do too."
And they both stare at each other before
watching the clouds drift through.
(I am sorry if you dislike the poem :,) I have never liked rain so much, as it always felt so depressing, so these are just my thoughts weaved into a rhythmic storyline, and if in any way it offends you or something then I apologize 🙇♀️ )
Life was never a Disney movie and it can never be... i kinda remind myself always.
this poem??????? oh my god???? its so good??? anonymouspoet00 thank you for writing this
Thank you! 😭 i appreciate it very much! <3
