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Andrew Myers Poem
Eight Letters,
Put together to form three words,
All equaling something confounding.
This thing that is showing itself in the depths of my soul,
I have never seen before,
But is easily recognized.
It's talked about flippantly,
Thrown around uselessly,
And found rarely.
All I do is look inward,
Unscramble the letters,
And I know what I have found.
I'm so scared to admit it,
Though everyone, including you,
Can see it.
These unscrambled letters,
I have no choice but to acknowledge them,
And, honestly, I want to.
ILOVEYOU
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There are many things that need to be said between you and I.
I have a longing to impress onto you the way you can so simply shape the way I am.
Ambiguity never built anything but an indecisive persona.
Much less than any respectable man could strive for.
You make me want to be more than that.
Much more.
So much so, that in every simple action, I pause and reflect upon whether this is something
that you could accept or not.
Not saying that I crave your approval, much like that of a child starving for attention from
his mother, but more in the light of knowing that you’re opinion in this choice is directly
coinciding with what is right and wrong.
I sense in you something I have never felt in another woman, being the absolute want to
commit to an action wholeheartedly as if it were absolutely and positively the one thing that
a good person would.
In lesser words, I need you much more than you need me.
Thank you for this and all of the possibilities you create without even knowing.
In your sense of overwhelming righteousness, I find solace, which is more than anyone
could ever dream for.
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It seems as if the gods themselves are smiling upon me,
Looking up into a drab and gloomy sky, I find happiness.
What I have wanted for so long has fell into my waiting arms.
Her.
Nothing seems to be able to penetrate my peace of mind,
Like I have finally found that fragment of joy that has been hidden for so long.
Will it be this way forever?
Probably not, but I intend to enjoy it while it lasts.
Knowing that I won't have to return to my search,
Only to look at her and be at peace.
The Change of Fortune is as fickle as the direction the wind blows,
But at this moment in time it is blowing at my back,
Leading me into her loving arms.
What more to do than embrace every second,
And pray she will always be there through every Change after?
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The patience necessary to wait on you is nearly unbearable.
To possess it seems borderline virtuous.
But it is what you want, therefore it will be done.
And I have this feeling...
The questions that race in my mind are endlessy thrown to the forefront of my conciousness.
Will we ever happen?
Am I going to miss a great oppurtunity?
Is that even what I want?
Are you everything I think you are?
After all, the people who seem like they have no faults often have hidden blemishes worse
than most visible ones
And I have this feeling...
You act flippant of the whole situation,
until we are alone.
Then the feeling materializes into an almost maleable, controlled emotion.
We do not replace lengthy conversation that lets us understand the working mechanisms of
our minds with physical intimacy,
but it is present.
We interlock fingers and you lay on my chest, sometimes looking at me with kind eyes and
reaching up to peck me on the cheek.
And I like this feeling...
Now it seems clear to me that this long alienated feeling is something we both share.
Something one cannot force, but happens at the will of some unseen being.
Now I love this feeling...and I hope that it never fades
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That day,
I will never forget.
The mother of my father passes before him...while I am away.
No blockades before me, nothing impeding my immediate arrival,
except for my own fear.
Fear, not only of the death of the most matriarchal figure I have ever known,
but the fear of weakness itself.
In this moment of fear, I became myself what I fear the most.
Weak.
There is no way to change what was done.
There can be no glorious redemption,
like that on the battlefield or in an athletic event.
Just cold, unwavering, truthful, Everlasting Regret.
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The fresh blossom of what seems like love hangs in the balance,
Nothing holding us back from the unforeseen possibilities of what is our newfound affection.
The light fading away from the horizon is a sign,
A sign that what we have glows strong throughout the twilight.
Nothing seems like it can sway the feelings shared,
Shared between you and I.
A glance,
A look,
A pause,
Conveys what we are both feeling.
The notion that we may actually find that one to share our most intimate thoughts,
The withdrawal,
The significance.
The pure melding of emotion,
The absolute resolution that this should be seen as what it is.
Affection.
All of this compounding into what one could say is…
This thing that transforms into…
Trust.
The one thing we have both hunted for blindly,
And feared that we may actually find.
That trust that has irked it’s way in,
Through a surprising night.
That night,
Was what we probed for,
And that night.
Is Tonight.
I pray to never forget,
But to always hold close to my heart.
Tonight.
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South Carolina in the middle of summer, '96.
Windswept heat brushing against the nape of a young boy's neck.
The sound of the rock music he and his father so often listen to going into the canals of his
ears and making it's intricate path into his heart.
Not a care in the mind of the ever-ignorant child as he catches lizards and harnesses them
into a small bucket.
Oh how this world is his to take!
Nothing to stop him from the always changing desires that his brain piles high, much like that
of a young girl wishing to be a princess and a movie star.
Then his mother leaves and the hue of the world has changed.
As the moon flips the light into dark, so has this happened to him.
The change effects his family, turning his older sister away and bringing his younger closer.
Just what had he done that was so wrong?
If he hadn't cared as he should have, he made up for it by crying at random intervals of the
night.
He voices this to his Grandmother.
She knows his sorrow and shares it through heart felt talks with a six year old.
Something he can never be truly grateful enough for.
He speaks words of hope to his younger sister and sentences of doubt to his oldest,
searching for an answer.
Thirteen years later he realizes that the answer is unimportant, but it was the cause of the
question which shaped him.
That struggle to stay afloat in what seemed like an infinitely deep sea of darkness, created
the man who now writes this prose.
After all, what's more nostalgic than remembering the bad times as well as the good, and
being able to see the good in them?
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On the subject of friends,
I have few to claim.
To clear the air,
friendship is the unconditional love of another human being by accepting them at thier worst
and enjoying them at thier best.
These people in my life are few,
but are held high above many others in this respect.
The times we enjoy together are the times that I know I will never forget.
Late night talks that end with sunrise are commonplace,
and so are those spent intoxicated and rowdy.
My dear friends,
I thank you very much.
I could not pick a more haphazardly thrown together crew,
and even as this is true,
we love each other and would not have anyone substitute the other.
No one could have ever given me so much support in my troubling times,
or could have celebrated my higher times in my short lived life.
So I leave these important few with words of thanks and high praise.
I love you all and let us GO HARD in everything we do, after all, we wouldn't expect anything
different from each other.
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Since there ever was such a thing as you and I,
I never believed that there would be nothing left.
Nothing.
The complete and absolute abscence of any emotion one could muster.
I remember bookmarking in my head the milestones we completed.
First to completely trust.
First to unconditionally devote myself too.
First to Love.
First heartbreak.
Thinking of the sweet aroma that was our love,
is even easier forgotten.
Remebering the impending sense of doom created by the pile of lies you enjoyed stacking as
high as my heart would allow,
falls away as if it never happened.
Instantaneous throbbing of my heart caused by the painful strain you burdened my
emotional cavity with,
remedied as easily as one would swat away a fly.
The realization that there is nothing left.
Nothing.
In the complete and absolute abscence of any emotion one could muster..
I find something.
Everything.
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When will you give in?
Must I wait forever?
I play the game of patience you lay before me.
And contuiously worry about what might be ...
This game you play seems never ending,
I hate not having you to claim.
I could care less if anyone knows,
I could just find one moment of peace in me knowing what they would never expect.
Why must you toy with me?
Are you happy to dangle your temptation in front of my wanting eyes?
And even so,
I will be here,
Waiting.
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