Hello, these are my poems, written by me, myself, and I. I think they’re cheesy, and they go out of number order, I KNOW, haha. It’s just the way I found them, is all. :$ Sorry for confusing anyone. Welcome to my life~

Poetry starts.. now.

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Amor Est Caecus. (Love Is Blind.)

Who know this shattered heart

Could still feel?

Who knew this broken girl

Would ever heal?

Who knew that you

Would be the one?

Who knew that you

Would make my healing done?

Amor est caecus.

Love is blind.

It just hits you,

And you lose your peace of mind.

The way my heart beats;

It beats for you.

Though, it doesn’t beat

Like it used to.

Now there’s butterflies

And then returns my hope.

I don’t feel like I’m falling

Down a mountain’s slope.

Thank you for making me

The girl I used to be.

One with dreams;

The one that’s free.

You’re my perfect half;

The missing part.

No longer can I stand

Being so far apart.

But, I know soon

Your hand will be in mine.

And forever,

Our lives shall intertwine.

In sickness and in health,

Until death

Do we part.

I know my final breath..

I love you,

I am yours.

Together, we’ll be

each other’s cures.

Cures for our

Broken heart’s debris.

Now, I part with a question;

Marry me?

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You And Me.

In love with you, from afar

Because, you’re a ladies man.

You never have noticed me,

Like you never really notice a trash can.

Girls hang around you,

Wanting more than you can give.

I just watch in simple awe,

Wishing you’d noticed the life I live.

I’m not all that pretty,

I’m really not that tall,

I wear glasses and carry around a book,

But, darling, I’d give you my all.

I don’t want to be like the rest of them,

The ones that cling all over you,

Except, I’m sure I could give you so much more,

Than any of them can spew.

I’m not a princess,

I’m not a pure, beautiful dove,

I am just me, and only me,

But I do know how to love.

I can love you like a child loves snow,

Or like a nerd who loves their books,

It’d be so much better than them,

They just want you for your looks.

Someday, I hope,

You’ll notice that we’re suppose to be,

And in the end, that’s really all that matters,

Forever, just you and me.

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Butterflies

There’s this awkward feeling, deep inside of me.

Butterflies.. is what most people call it.

Every time I see you, hear you, or think of you, the feeling returns.

When do you want me to confess, to admit?

I sincerely like you..

My friends, though, all say you’re considered to be ‘bad’.

But in my bright eyes, I see you as something different, unique.

They all look at me, and say I’ve gone entirely mad.

I really, really like you.

But, you’re different, a jerk, to everyone else in your life.

And when I see that, even the butterflies still remain..

Even though your attitude is somewhat strife.

My feelings stay the same..

I stare into your deep, dark brown eyes..

My stomach continues to flip, the butterfly wings must be fluttering.

I believe and trust all your pretty little lies.

Yet, I still care for you, wholeheartedly..

I wondered if you felt the same.

I reached over, and grasped one of your soft hands..

I had known that the time had came.

You liked me too..

“You’re pretty..” is what you’d constantly whisper in my ear.

I giggled softly, thinking it’s a complete lie.

But now, when I sit alone, I’ve begun to realized a fatal fear..

What if you are just using me..?

All my friends view you from another sight.

Should I follow their lead?

I’m pondering that I might.

But, I really, really, truly like you.

These foolish butterflies won’t go astray.

I consider them ‘company’ now, whenever I’m with you.

But, now, even when we’re apart they won’t go away.

Silly, little butterflies..

They have decided my final decision about you.

I’ve followed those butterflies, instead of my peers.

I suppose, I’ll figure out later, what this decision will do.

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Hint, Hint.

Why are boys so confusing?

They act like a jerk, and then suddenly become super sweet.

At times, you can’t take what they say seriously.

And they have a horrible habit of liking to compete.

Sometimes, they can just be so fatuous, so foolish.

They can’t get the freaking hint.

Stupid, stupid boys.

You make us girls have an eternity of torment.

Can’t you understand?!

When we like you..

Our constant texts, and smiles that we make and share with you, boy.

Or do our hints just sail on through?

Pay attention, for once..

We want you to notice us.

Is that just so hard for your mind to comprehend?!

When you finally get it, good, that’s a giant plus.

** Courtney Lane, thanks for this idea. It allowed me to rant. <3 **

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Love Conquers All

A girl and a boy.

Best friends, is exactly what they were.

Telling each other, every one of their deepest darkest secrets.

Never would a fight between the two ever occur.

They would constantly tell each other, ‘I love you.’

Not understanding the true definition of those three words.

They would continue their studies at school, together.

And, take a walk in the park, and occasionally feed the birds.

Soon, the atmosphere begins to change..

True love is in the air.

Cupid’s love arrow shot only once.

Not to miss it’s target, the challenge’s dare.

The arrow’s target is locked on the two best friends.

The two, soon, fall deeply and madly in love.

A love so, so strong.

It makes fireworks shoot from above.

Days pass, weeks pass, months pass, years pass..

And in love, were they still.

Falling harder for each other, every single day of their lives.

Their relationship continued to soar uphill.

It never falls nor does it ever fail.

Love conquers all.

Nothing can stop it.

Whether the threat be big or small.

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Hush, Hush.

A quest..

One that consists of a fallen angel sent to kill..

One innocent girl, who is a descendant of something terrible, evil.

The quest is such a game to the fallen angel, quite a thrill.

He falls in love with the girl, whom he is destined to eliminate.

A lustful type of romance.

The girl, so naive, falls hard for him.

But, as his quest, he tries to kill her when he gets a lucky chance.

He could never bring himself to end the poor girl.

No matter how hard he tried.

He’d fallen for her..

He would continue to lie to her about what he was, his identity had to hide.

He started to protect her, when trouble was near.

By her side he stayed..

When a threat came along,

He would defend and guard his loving maid.

He turned into a guardian angel..

By saving the girl’s precious life, one more time.

Now he watches her, forever her personal protector..

Keeping her safe from all her life’s threats, harm, and crime.

** Inspired by the book; Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick **

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Dancing Partners

There was a tiny, petite  dancer.

She loved to dance, with a deadly passion.

She would break out in a dance routine, spontaneously.

Her constant dancing, allowed her to express her sincere compassion.

One afternoon, a boy passed by her dance studio.

He turned his attention to the glass door, and watch the wonderful girl, dance.

He pressed his rough palms to the glass.

This boy had fallen into a deep trance.

Step by each graceful step.

The girl walks up to this mysterious man.

Her bright blue eyes, meet his warm aqua ones.

His new-found love for her, began.

The girl then questioned him, what he wanted.

The boy could only stutter out one word, ‘you’.

The girl rolled her eyes, and walked back to the studio room.

The man, now rejected, decided to pursue.

This boy learned to dance..

Coincidentally, the boy and the girl went to the same senior prom.

The boy soon spotted her, but quickly went onto the stage.

He requested her forward, as she walked to the stage with such calm.

He held out his rough hand, and asked her for her first dance.

The girl accepted, thinking he would never surpass.

Astonished, his dancing was as amazing and graceful as her own.

After a long first dance, he dipped her back, and kissed his girl at last.

As soon as he pulled away, he looked into the girl’s eyes.

‘I did this all for you..’ he would tell her.

A look of acceptance spread across her porcelain features.

She pressed her soft lips against his, in a kiss so pure.

He pulled away once again, smiling to her genuinely.

She looked up to the boy she now adored, now loved.

Whispering, she would get the courage to say..

‘Kiss me one last time, and allow your lips to linger with mine, my beloved.’

He did what she had asked.

And, after that, he had never wanted to linger away.

The two dancers now in love, because of his commitment.

Forever together, dancing partners never once to betray..

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Perfect Love.

A couple, walking slowly, hand in hand.

Strolling on the beach, feet shuffling through the sand.

Her bright blue eyes filled with love for her man.

They had already knew their grand future plan.

They wanted to get married, near an old, abandoned railroad track.

And, have a wonderful honeymoon, in a refurnished shack.

The man came up with all these strange suggestions.

The woman, though, so madly in love, never asked any questions.

He was her future, and she was his.

They did whatever the other one wanted, without a strange question quiz.

Soul mates, is what the public called them, and that they were.

No one else, would they ever prefer.

Once they were married, their vows did they keep.

Never once was one of them upset, and they never would weep.

‘Til death do they part..

Was something they both kept close to their heart.

In sickness and in health..

They never left each other, even when they had small amount of wealth.

This is the love story, we all wish to have, and we all want.

But, sometimes.. things happen and we tend to daunt.

We divorce, and throw everything we ever had away.

I want a love that shall never go astray..

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No love..

A tremendous storm was approaching.

A girl, all bundled up in the warmth of her coat, was running toward the river.

She stops on the abandoned bridge, surrounded by only the fierce wind.

She begins to take off her coat, with a disturbing shiver.

The lady climbed onto the rusted railing.

The harsh, heartbreaking words ‘Failure..Mistake..’ were scarred along her arm.

Tears leak down, as her tragic fate has came.

She did one last tiny cut on her wrist, that did little harm.

She looked to the rushing current below.

She gave one last, gasping cough.

This is what she had truly desired.

One strong emotion of courage, the bridge she did leap off.

Falling, falling..

She fell into the depths of the water’s infinite black.

Her lungs cut off from the oxygen in the air.

Her body soon goes into a painful, panic attack.

Sinking, sinking..

Her body sinks from the weights tied to her delicate feet.

Motionless, dead.

Her life has met it’s fatal defeat.

No one ever came looking for her..

No one even seemed to realize she was gone.

The girl was, as they say, ‘a broken heart that the world forgot.’

Her life, that was as precious as a white swan.

It had vanished off the face of the planet.

Her death, never once thought of.

Forgotten in time..

All of this occurred, because of one girl, who thought she had no love..

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‘Eh; Just another one of those love poems.

One boy..

A broken, mislead, outcast one.

Sits in the back of the room, everyday, never once to move.

Watching everything as it is begun..

One girl..

A popular, happy, individual with a bright and happy life.

Secretly, watches the mysterious boy.

As he twirls something underneath his desk, his favorite knife.

One love..

This happy girl had for this hidden boy.

Knowing he is no good for her.

He could easily make her, or he could easily destroy.

One fate..

The soul mates, meant to be.

If they would only meet one another.

They could do dangerous things, at their exceedingly large degree.

Two hearts..

That finally meet.

Meant to be, love at first glance.

Forever, hearts that in sync, will they beat.

One happily ever after..

Something we all seek.

Something most of us receive and embrace.

Finally, knowing that one person who stood out, the one who was unique..

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Poem.. Number Zwolf? (Twelve)

A girl, so pretty, and very blithe.

Had a father, who seemed to hate.

She would always escape him, by going to the tree house her brother once made.

Where she would linger and wait.

Her father would become drunk almost every day and night.

Then, he’d leave the house, and go out for a drive.

She would watch him, with curiosity, as he would leave.

Wondering, in her mind, if he’d come back dead or alive.

He always did, with that one chance of luck.

She would constantly ask her mother, why her father never loved her.

Her mom would never reply, realizing he never did tell her; ‘I love you..’

But, something tragic did occur.

The beautiful girl had died.. from a rare cancer.

Her mom cried endlessly, while her father did not.

Her mother had divorced the cruel man, after the girl’s death.

After he was abandoned by all he loved, he visited his daughter’s grave, a lot.

He curses at himself, for being so uncaring, heartless.

He blames himself for her sudden death.

He would always kneel to her stone, and kiss the rough texture.

He wishes he could give his daughter, his own life’s breath.

He continues to visit her, as he begins to get old.

He never wants to separate from his daughter, never be apart.

When he finally dies, his grave site will be placed next to the daughter he loves.

Forever the missing piece to his life, happiness, and most of all.. his heart.

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Poem.. Number Sieben? (Seven)

When you glance around a public place, what often do you see?

Preps, jocks, emos, scene, posers, and other sorts of cliques.

You feel like you have to join one of them.

But, do you really want to play some of their fatuous tricks?

The bullying, the parties..

What ever happened to just being original, one of a kind?

Is that now frowned upon?

I think that those who are not intertwined..

Are those who deserve the most respect, for their courage, bravery.

They choose to be themselves, not fit in with a specific crowd.

Next time, go out and seek these type of individuals.

Maybe, the things they do that make them ‘differ’ from others, will make you proud.

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Poem.. Number Drei? (Three)

Love is nothing but a mystery.

Though it’s our most cherished history..

It’s full of so, so much pleasure..

So much, that none could ever measure.

Yet, it seems to be everyone’s worst pain.

Making those that are strong, go completely insane..

Such as myself, the foolish child.

The thought of love makes me go wild..

Just the thought of him makes my heart sing.

But, the way he treats me, makes my heart sting..

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still in progress..be patient, please and danke..

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Poem.. Number Eins? (One)

So Juliet had it easy.
She never had to kill Romeo.
Was their love a never ending misery?
Or was it so passionate, it must end?
Perhaps, not many find true love.
Since most couples never die together.
They caress their lives as a white dove.
So, fragile, they won’t let it break.
Or maybe, Juliet never truly loved Romeo, like it said.
Since so many ‘in love’ never die like them.
Many others move on, instead of falling dead.
Finding a new love, soon after the first fall.

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Poem.. Number Elf? (Eleven)

The wonderful love loyalty, and trust an animal gives us.

It’s something most of us want from our fellow peers.

That glorious feeling of your secrets being safe from the world’s paparazzi.

The admirable comfort you get when all you have left are those hurtful tears.

Why can’t people act like our wonderful pets?

Instead, we’re just story-tellers of everyone’s secrets and messed-up lives.

We’re all heartless, gossip-loving, freaks of nature.

Taking in everything we’re told, and throwing them to the public, like knives.

Get a freaking grip..

Let’s quit being so entirely rough to each other.

Treat everyone like your thoughtful pet treats you.

Almost perfect, like a sister or brother.

You’re getting no where with your negative attitude.

Change yourself, or watch the people you love, vanish without a single farewell.

Then, alone, you shall be for an eternity.

You better go now, to your corner, and restlessly dwell.

Once you’ve made that decision, to finally change, you’ll gain lost things back.

Things will change in a positive way, instead of what it once was.

You’ll be that great person your pet sees you to be.

Then, you can finally give yourself that earned, last applause.

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Poem.. Number Zehn? (Ten)

Once there was a cute, little boy.

He was quite fond of the pretty little next-door girl.

She was very shy at first, but he was her first companion, partner in crime.

They ran around the country-side day after day, chasing a pesky squirrel.

As years went by, they both continued to mature.

The boy was hanging around with his new crowd, while she stayed home alone.

The two best friends, now were total strangers.

The boy had moved on, leaving her on her own.

She was broken into pieces, she had fallen in love with him.

He never knew how the pretty girl truly felt.

She would always watch him through her bedroom window, every day.

Every time she thought of him, her heart would surely melt.

That unique boy never had a single clue..

She’d dwell around her house, until the time finally came.

She stepped outside, in her white summer dress.

She trudged up to the boy without a shame.

She tugged on his cloak’s sleeve, and pulled him from his crowd.

She brought him to their old, childhood tire swing.

She began confessing every feeling she had ever had for him.

But, that boy walked away.. giving her heart a huge, unbearable sting.

Back to the safety of her home, she would run.

Tears leaking down her soft cheeks as she cried.

But, surprisingly, the boy had come back for her.

She looked at him, as he got on one knee, and asked her to be his bride.

She accepted his offer with a comforting, warm embrace.

Happily, to be married to her first friend.

Running off together, hand in hand, into the wonders of the Earth.

Forever in love with one another, until the very end.

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Poem.. Number Neun? (Nine)

All I want to do is just run away.

But, the promise I had made, said I would not go astray.

So, here I am, staying right by your side.

I’m no longer allowed to hide.

For you are my drug, and I am yours.

But, I must warn you, I’m not the best choice of many cures.

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Poem.. Number Acht? (Eight)

Imagine green leaves on a white, winter day.

Or even some snow, at a sunny, ocean bay.

A world with absolutely no war.

People loving one another more.

Children that are laughing; People that are singing.

No more heartbreaks stinging.

But, the past is the past.

Future is traveling ever-so fast.

Forgive and forget, all the pain.

The happiness, is what you must gain.

For someone is always with you.

Through every single thing that you do.

You’ll never, ever be alone.

Even when you’ve hit your worst zone.

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Poem Number.. Sechs. (Six)

You tell me day after day, you’re done..

But dear, your life has only just begun.

Though, you may feel entirely broken.

My thoughts of you remain unspoken..

I listen to you, day after day.

Never once to betray.

For if I ever hurt you..

My feelings for you would become untrue.

I shall stitch you back up, dear.

There won’t be anything left for you to fear.

I’m always by your side when you fall.

Though, I must recall..

You continue to tell me that you’re strong.

But, you stand around in the crowd as if you don’t belong.

So, if you’re so ‘strong’, then stand..

Do what it is you had planned.

Quit holding back, even though you’re afraid.

Trust me, this is not some sort of raid.

It’s only the game of life.

I’ll continue to be here as your knife.

No matter where we go..

Just remember, though,

How much I tend to care.

You’re extremely hard to repair.

I grok you’ll never run right..

But, all I will ever do is fight..

For I shall be only yours, forever.

It’s no longer, ‘whatever.’

Oh, it’s the wonderful game of love, now.

Though, I’m not quite positive how..

I hope, this poem is understandable..

My everlasting love for you, is expandable.

It’s a lot like spandex..

Though, much, much, more complex.

Just, keep remembering that I’m always here.

You’ll never again, shed a single tear.

I love you..

Understand, please, I sincerely hope you do..

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Poem.. Number Funf? (Five)

The torture of the blistering wind..

Underneath a small willow, a girl sits alone.

Cold, shivering, streaks of dried blood on her wrists.

Stuck in her world of unknown..

Tears continue to stream down her soft cheeks.

Crying, because her heart is shredded, torn.

The blade in her hand is the only way she can feel alive.

Cut after cut, scar after scar, wishing to be adorn..

She screams to the heavens.

As she’s huddled against the cold of night.

Her dry, chapped lips parting, as she whispers to herself.

‘Please.. Someone make the wrong things go right.’

A light shines, bright, from above.

Making her porcelain skin, sparkle like the blade..

She closes her eyes, shunning the light.

She hopes someone has come to her aid.

No.. They don’t. She is forever lost.

No one ever came that cruel, torturing evening..

So she continues to linger at that spot.

Keeping her hopes up, that someone, someday, will come helping.

But, no one ever came for the poor girl..

She died, slowly, painfully, from that shredded, torn, broken heart.

She hopes that in her afterlife..

She’ll finally get that whole new start..

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Poem number.. Vier. (Four)

Dear Stupid Boy,

Her heart is not your toy.

She’s escaped from you.

Understand, really, I hope you do.

You’ve made one huge mistake.

I hope you do a double-take..

Never going to get her back.

So fix what you lack.

Maybe, someday soon..

You will meet under the moon.

Love at first sight!

Oh, what a wonderful night..

(NOTE; this is the first poem I had ever written..)

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German Class

Sitting at a desk, alone in a corner, in a class of unknown.

Watching as everyone seems to have a clue what’s going on.

I’d sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my eyes wide with fear and awkwardness.

My first thought ever; ‘I think I should get withdrawn..’

Then, here you come, striding along.

A huge smile on your face, as you leaned on my desk, and gave your introduction.

Shy at first, I gave away quite little information.

I seemed to trust you more as time went along, and followed your instruction.

At last, I finally passed that stressful German class.

Throughout all our flirting times, and your help, I’d succeeded.

I thought; maybe I wouldn’t see you again..

Until that moment, I never thought you were needed.

Truth is; I kinda’ liked you..

Every single time I saw you, butterflies would appear.

Even when I didn’t want them to.

My heartbeat would race with a great fear.

Truth is; I was afraid of loving you..

The second trimester began, and slowly went by.

I’d finally set my heart on something else.

It was a college, a private one, though you swore it was another guy.

That year has passed now..

I’m with someone new, but your name continues to stick out like a sore thumb.

I think, somehow, you still own a piece of me..

But, what will that eventually become?

Love, agony, lust, misery.

Just a huge flood of emotions.

Constantly flooding my mind.

Flowing consistently, like the tide of the four oceans.

Make it stop..

I truly don’t want it anymore.

By now, seeing your name makes my heart ache with a different fear.

Truth is; I’m afraid things will go back to before..

This war.. it’s stirring inside of me.

Should I ignore the fear.. or shall I embrace it and run?

Just one more tiny reminder..

I am done..

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Just A Little Reminder; ..

Moving on..
Such a complex thing to do.
People don’t want to admit that thing is gone.
They just dwell around on the past.
But, the past you can’t change. Ever.
But yet, us humans continue to do it anyway..
And we continue to let our hearts sever.
But isn’t it love that makes the heart grow fonder?
Or now is it love that makes the heart grow weak with misery?
It’s time to let us ponder..
Or we can automatically choose sides.
Passionate love, or miserable pain?
From past examples, I choose love.
But I learned with misery, you have nothing to loose and everything to gain.
Decisions, decisions. Choose yours wisely.