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Imperfect Poet

Poetry, short stories and other things.

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November 2015

How You long to know us

Nobody wants to feel

alone,

abandoned

or rejected.

No one wants to feel

sad

or miserable.

Thus we cling onto whatever brings us

acceptance and joy,

yet all of these

worldly pleasures

or people

or friends

or even family

cannot fill the hole in our hearts.

The hole that only You are meant

to fill.

Yet some only realize this

after it is too late

and they stand

face to face

with You

and they see the longing in Your eyes.

And oh

how You longed to know them.

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Breath

Place your hand on your chest

and feel your heart beat.

Yes,

that is the beat of being alive.

Breath in,

feel how your lungs fill

and know that you are still here.

Yes,

life is not perfect

and all is not as it should be

and the soil that you stand on is shaky

but

put your hand on your chest

and feel your heart beating

and know that it is not without reason.

Education

A summer spent writing exams

is no summer at all

just as

knowledge being force fed

to young minds

just to be bled out

later

on paper

and then forgotten

is not education.

Sisterhood

My blood is your blood

and your blood is mine

we live our lives

intertwined

I guess that I must be lucky

that your birth  was before mine

for how could I be alone

for a year and six months

such a long time

we grew

we grow

side by side and we yell

and we fight

and we argue

all the damned time

and we love

and we laugh

and we adore

so many times more

and for sixteen years

I have loved you

and when my time comes

to pass

I will love you still

Drops of sound

A drop of water,

a drop of sound,

drips

on my windowsill.

Still

still is the night

outside these walls.

Drip, drip, drip,

the drops

tear the silence

like a piece of

paper,

unimportant,

yet  I cherished it

without my

knowledge,

yet I now know

and oh

how I cherished it.

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