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Best Friend Defined

What's a best friend,
But the smell before rain?
The hand that we give,
When a friend is in pain

It's the things that we do,
The words that we say
That pulls a friend through,
When their heart's torn away

It's the steps that we take,
The songs that we sing
It's the choices we make,
And the hope that we bring

I'm here through the tears,
I'm here through the laughter,
I'll always be here
Until death, and after

It's the things we give up;
The things we give in
When our heart's full of love,
And selfless begins

It's the hearts that we touch,
The things that we won't
We never give up,
We could, but we don't

It's the people we save,
With the hands that we give
When we're lost, we still say,
You're my reason to live

I'm here through the tears,
I'm here through the laughter
I'll always be here,
Until death, and after

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Garden of Roses

I'm just a lily in a garden of roses;
I'm a misfit, misshapen, a mistake of a seed-
But a lily is all I can be.
If you paid visit each hour
and each time picked a flower
The last one that you'd pick would be me.

You might stop and wonder
Where the wind took its plunder
and carried me far from my home;
And with your head tilted
Pick a rose that's half wilted
And leave me here all alone.

You think that I chose this,
To be stuck with the roses?
Eternally nature's next best?
Or maybe I'm third to a daffodil bud,
Or fourth to a sunflower's zest.

I'm just a lily in a garden of roses. .
Being passed by those strolling along
But no matter how badly
I just want to be picked
I know that I'll never belong.

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Melos

Bodies molded into one, golden by the fire-light
Heat between the lovers touch could warm the coldest night
Golden locks around her shoulders; the softest hands upon her waist
Of all the sweets and wine been tasted- his lips the sweetest taste.
Her cheeks were red like roses, and his eyes were bright as day,
Imprinted on the others heart, there could be no other way
Gentle moans and gasps of love, ensconced in lovers game 
Eros, Philia, and Agape, with neither lover tame.
His heart was her heart, his breath was her breath
Making love until time's end, and then his death her death.

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Moon and Sun

Although we meet the dying day
Our sun ensconced in melting blue
The moon’s held high to swing and sway
Her light may sprinkle, softest hue
No other reason but for you
There’s a time when all stars must go
When the sky can hold only two
And that is when my love will grow.

One night, the whitest white will stray
Snowflakes sticking to dying rue
The sun may flash its final ray
But after that, the golden’s through
And once again the night is new
We’ll let the winters beauty show
The fireplace our burning cue
And that is when my love will grow.

There is a time in early May
When flowers bloom and spring is new
Then laughter shakes as children play
Shrieking with fun that’s over-due
Who could cry today, guess a few. . .
I’ve felt the sunshine’s warmest glow
One day I’ll feel your warmest, too
And that is when my love will grow.

When sunshine fades, moon glows anew;
And when she dips once more, he’ll go
And when they’re in the sky, just two-
And that is when my love will grow.

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Borderline Poster Child

Who am I, oh, who am I?
Just a poser child Borderline?
A series of bold contradictions
Led on by doctors false predictions
Diagnosing all the time...

Angry outbursts fill the air,
Throwing objects everywhere,
They drug me up, because they're lazy
It's too much work to help the crazy
I hate the pills, but they don't care

Take the drugs, and you'll feel better,
We'll smoke some bud, and chill together
But even if I smoked the weed
Surely that's not all I need
The lovely high won't last forever

I get attatached to everyone,
But when they get too close, I run
So many arrows in my heart
Cupid shoots, but then I part
Not phased by all the wrong I've done

So put me on more medication,
I'll throw in some dedication,
But even then it's not enough
This emptiness is still too tough
All that's left is contemplation

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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow;
She is the digger of her grave.
She is the painter of her ocean view
and every fatal wave. 

She is the shadow of her Father;
She is the darkness in your sight.
She is the night without the stars
surrounding pale moonlight.

She is the music with no words;
She is sweet love without the reason.
She is your dreamer with submission
cold by warmth with every season.

She is your pet with cold intentions;
She is your baby scared and shaken.
She is the bold and pure- the lost and found,
She is a soul awakened.

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The Love Letter

Dear lover, and soulmate, and friend,
How I hold you so close to my heart;
If your love for me ever should end,
My soul should refuse to take part.

Should your mind overpower emotion,
And you flood all my sunshine with rain;
I'll still send you my truth, and devotion,
While my love and best wishes remain.

The flow of this pen be the truth,
Like an elegant flow of the river;
Though denied and rejected such youth,
My heart is still sure to deliver.

Our miserable love shall fill the distance,
Our love has created two holes;
Taken apart by social resistance,
By those who deny our perfectly fit souls.

Such love defined by separation,
Without a touch to create a release;
Finding my drive in but desperation,
Though without you, my love shall not cease.

Unless the blood in our hearts have to dry,
And mold both our hearts into stone;
My heart refraining such love, be a lie,
For without you I shall die alone.

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For a Sad Souper

Sad boy, could anyone mend what's broken,
And dry your salty tears, but with a hand?
Is there anything we haven't spoken,
Is there anything we don't understand?

We have taken the rope, but not the pain,
I hope you know that we wish that we could.
We'll be here for you, through sunshine, and rain;
And if we knew how to help you, we would.

I know that you're angry with all involved,
And especially those close to your heart.
But surely, some day, all will be solved,
And you will thank them for playing their part.

So please read this poem, with thought and care,
Remember that we will always be there.

~ For D (you know who you are)

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Emilee

Leave the broken in the past,
Renew the beauty with sun-light;
Nothing's ever meant to last
So won't you make this moment bright?
Dwelling on who causes pain,
And feeling guilty now and then
Will only pro-long pouring rain,
And damage who you are again.
Whether it be self acceptance,
Pessimistic points of view,
Even social-tied reluctance
Or seeing beauty through and through,
See yourself for who you are,
And love yourself for only that 
Before contentment strays too far
And you can never bring it back.

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Young Love

 * Oxytocin pours:
illusion of heart
is it real or not
how long will it last
perhaps forever?

susceptible 
to anguish now
likely to hurt;
his heart frozen


dare she leave
dare she stay
dare she love

one thing
matters:

hope