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Emily Young Poem
As a man walks towards the apple orchard
In search of something to brighten his day
He spots the most perfect apple fallen from a tree
A castaway from the other juicy fruits
Suspended from their home
He picks up the apple and observes
The glint of the Sun's reflection on the red surface
And, he believes, he has found the very thing he needed
To brighten his day
He decides to be unselfish
To feed this apple to someone in need
To feed this apple to a poor man
But the world isn't always as bright as it seems
For you see
He himself was the poor man
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Emily Young Poem
When life gives you lemons
You're supposed to make lemonade
However,
My lemonade always tastes too watery
So I squeeze and squeeze the lemons
I wring them out until there's nothing left
Except for the yellow peel
Taunting me with it's "happy" color
I take a sip,
And cringe
Because now,
It is too sour
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A very common question asked by people everywhere is
What is love?
I can't say that I'm qualified to answer such a complicated mess of words and feelings
And yet still I wonder
Is it my fault that he makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world?
Even beyond our pathetic little planet, more like the entire galaxy
Where I sit amongst the stars
And he tells me that I am a star
That I shine as bright as all the millions and millions of stars combined
That I am the light of his life
Is it really my fault, that he reaches in and pulls me out of the depths of darkness?
He then proceeds to jump with me into the deep blue
Where we dance with the fishes
Smiling for decades and laughing louder than a thousand drumbeats
Enveloped only by water and peacefulness
Is it my fault that when I talk to him, butterflies seem to flap frantically around my stomach
And my cheeks redden with each passing second of being so much as near him
I too ask myself, what is love?
But how do I determine the difference
Between real love
And just a high school crush?
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Can you see me now?
With all the strength you gave me?
After all the hurt?
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Picture love like a bird
An elegant, colorful bird
That starts by flapping it's wings
Ever so slightly
And it leaps off of a branch where it was perched
Waiting for the right moment
To take a chance
This chance, specifically
Called love
The bird flies smoothly through the air
The wind carrying it's small, fragile body like a child
Carrying her doll around
An additional limb to her arm
The wind stops suddenly
And the bird loses it's balance
It plummets to the cold, unforgiving rocky terrain below
Where a time period filled with solely obscurity awaits
The only thing the bird feels in the darkness
Is the rain pouring down from it's eyes
The bird perseveres
It struggles against all odds
It deflects every bullet and comet that attempts to puncture it's heart
It battles every ruthless word that tries to shatter it's soul
It defeats every cruel thing that comes its way
The bird regains feelings in it's wings
It's elegant, colorful wings
It leaps out of the shadows, into the light
And soars higher than the sun, moon, and every star
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Emily Young Poem
A purple flower
Always falling and drooping
Soon ready to bloom
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My heart was only made of glass
When you held it in your hands
But as soon as you let go
It was a strong, unbreakable
Diamond
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Why does the sadness always return
An annoying voice in my head
Always telling me that I'm not good enough and never will be
Always telling me that I'm just another ant living in the ant-hill
No one will notice if I'm gone
No one will care
And I always let the sadness fill me with an ocean of tears
I always give in to the pain, the hurt
I always let it twist my organs into knots that can't be untied
Why aren't I strong enough to stop this monster I call my emotions?
Why do I always let it get to me?
Why can't I control my own fears, my own thoughts, my own body?
Why can't I control myself?
And as the sadness racks my brain for any possible sign of happiness
Trying to destroy it
I continue to ask myself;
Why?
But
As you may have guessed
The sadness never let's me answer
My own question
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Emily Young Poem
I want love
To help me find the light switch
When I'm in a dark room
I want love
To show me the door
When I can't find it on my own
I want love
To point out the Sun
When I'm too blind to see it
I want love
To prove to me that my heart is still beating
When I feel like it's not
I want love
To show me there is still the possibility
Of butterflies in my stomach
When I feel like there's not enough room
For them to flutter their wings
I want love
To show me what happiness looks like
In a world where I can only see sadness
I want love
I want love
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When will we find the time to appreciate
The flowers that bloom when the Sun shines bright
The stars that light up the sky at night
The children who run around laughing while flying their kites
The blue of the sky that never leaves your sight
When will we find the time
When all of it is wasted on ridiculous things
Such as wars, and guns, instead of the lady who sings
We focus on fulfilling the gruesome wishes of kings
When we could study the art of angels and their wings
When will we find the time
Maybe once all this nonsense comes to an end
When we realize that we should find people to befriend
When we decide to soak in serenity on weekends
Oh, when will we find the time...
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