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Alex Riker Poem
Savory watermelon, sour apple
My taste buds arouse at the thought
Of the unimaginable experience to come
The sweetest sensation to conquer my mouth
I can't wait to open the wrapper
Sweets in the suite for me
The lobby was fully of these tiny eats
A lady even offered one to me
A warhead I was warned never to meet
Their taste too sour to even remotely please
Too late I swallowed it with ease
It was the wrong decision indeed
That's the last of those I'll ever see
No more candy in the suite for me
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2014
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I wasn't there to say goodbye
I often contemplate the reasons why
You were very sick that day
I still went to a friends to stay
My phone buzzed with the final news
That you had gone there were no clues
A dog, my friend for 16 years
I shed that worth amount in tears
Dicken my dear you were my brother
You took care of me like a mother
If I could say something to you
It's that I'm sorry and love you too
I would not want to relive that day
But it's in my memory here to stay
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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Alex Riker Poem
Adoration
We all crave it
We crave the person who can't get enough of us
We want to be noticed
We do what we can to stand out
But sometimes it just isn't enough
To get that one person to turn their head
Notice me
I'm right here
Come closer to me
Come near
You are what I want
Although it may not seem it
I hide it well
I guess you don't believe it
I adore you
I only want the same
It's a natural feeling
One you cannot tame
What must I do?
Why can't you see?
The person who likes you
Is obviously me
All I want in return for my love
Is the one feeling I crave
Adoration
Will you be my save?
Save me, adore me
You are the one
That person I noticed
Adore me and I've won
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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The youth of today becomes
The future of tommorrow.
All hope is placed upon the
Shoulders of this generation.
To carry on the world, make it a
Better place, achieve greatness.
The expectation is given, no
Input is required from those whom it
Is given to. We are given a final
Destination, the path being left to
Wherever we decide to go. Little
Does this generation know we are
Prey for the hawks. Every move we
Make sets off an alarm, bound to
Earn a scolding from society. They
Are quick to notify us of our
Underperformance, our failure, and
Our lacking ability to complete their
Desired task. We are now labeled the
Poisons of society. All in an attempt
To please, but that isn't seen.
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2014
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Love is false to those like I
Whimsical enough to dip their feet in such dangerous waters
Confiding our faith in one presumed to hold our heart
Overlooking our indecisive nature
Intoxicated with, but oblivious to the ignorance
Of the concept of forever, with them
Holding close-fistedly onto the hand that only knocked you down
The desire for them painfully develops from craving into a longing urgency
A misguided belief gone amiss
Mutualism for the other nonexistent in their intangible eyes
Spiraling in a mutilated defeat seems fit the exclusive option
Once brought to consciousness of your now brutal reality
You were doubtless in your supposition
For a second you were conclusively unequivocal
That you were close enough to possess and proclaim…their Love
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2015
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He poked me, he definitely just poked me
Who is this boy?
I'm facing him but he's turned away
Oh how cute he is
Again, he poked me again
Maybe he's flirting...
Perhaps I'm just crazy
But he definitely just poked me
Facing him again, our eyes meet
He isn't shy to hide his grin now
My cheeks flush crimson
So he is flirting.....
Why with me though?
This better not be a dream
I really hope this isn't a dream
But he is definitely dreamy oh my
Do I talk to him?
Poke
Alright, he asked for it
Fingers crossed
"Pardon me, did you just poke me?"
His pearly grin is back
He scoots closer
Success!
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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The perfect gift
Is often a myth
It's clearly out of reach
You're already gone
Never to respawn
But listen to me preach
The best gift of all
Is hearing your call
And having you back with me
It's been too long
I wrote us a song
I wish you were here to see
Christmas is about love
The innocence of a dove
But also family
Grandpa that's you
We all know it's true
I fall right under your tree
You are my gift
That one wish
I'll glance up at the moon
I'll blow you a kiss
It'll never miss
Grandpa I'll see you soon
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Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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Bully is a term used too loosely
Everything nowadays can be related to bullying
Everyone is a bully, every action is a form of bullying
Bullying is real, however it is sometimes used as an excuse
That is what irritates me
Some people out there are bullied to the point of suicide
Some people are bullied to the point of self-hate
Bullying like that is ignored on a daily basis by issues dealing nothing with bullying, rather using the term bullying
There are endless talks about stopping bullying
However it takes action to do something, to cause a change
So let's make a change
That girl who gave you the stink eye
Thats not bullying
That is a negative opinion
That boy who taunts you in school and over the internet who told you to kill yourself
That is bullying
That needs to be dealt with
Because its people like that who grow up to do serious damage
It all starts with a thought, a decision
What even is bullying?
What is a bully?
Can you define it?
Nor can I
There are so many different definitions that it makes me wonder
We cannot accurately describe exactly what a bully is and does
But we can accurately pick out a bully among the crowd
It's called instinct, it's a vibe
You know one when you see one
The power is in your hands, our hands, to stop bullying
We can do this
We know what it looks like
We have all experienced it
So what do you say we put this demon to rest?
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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A dream is but a thought
Laid out like a movie
They're there for you to absorb
Like a mind smoothie
Dreams are a message
In a hidden format
We try to decode them
But that is a skill we lack
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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The sun is out and about
The dew is freshly wet
The wind is swift and smooth
What simply don't you get?
Summer has finally arrived
You can kiss your worries goodbye
Just glance up at the sky
And watch the birds fly
They don't have a worry
They're moving right along
And if you listen hard enough
You'll hear them hum a song
So what's the problem?
Why are you hesitant?
Just enjoy yourself
And whatever it is forget it
Soak it in
Laugh out loud
Go ahead and sin
Because you're party bound
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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