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Simon Jul 2020
"Kyle" is more than just an unusual acquaintance... She is a "special friend" who (truthfully) I seemed to have known for only two days. When really, it's like I've known her simply as someone who's lived on my own street my entire life! Someone who isn't afraid to get themselves out there (when they feel like it...that is). With a little assistance from the good ole nudging push out the door! This all seems to add up to you reminding me of someone who only seems to be a mere afterthought that keeps coming back and seemingly introducing yourself (yet again) for the better! Someone who I'd voice the very thought that simply started with the word (of the very impression I got from them when they first introduced themselves into how they presented themselves) as "little".... Yes, that only came to one half of such a unifying whole. The entire other half came to a weird little quirky word called "squirt". Put those two together for a "unifying whole" that ends in calling them officially..."little squirt"! Except that's the impression of a mere repeated question I have in the pit of my stomach when feeling excited to interact with this very individual. All in all, the expression of themselves in what to essentially call them simply ends in one word/name... "Kyle"! Since that's what she told me herself in how I know she wants more people to essentially start calling her that. (Anyways, this is just off the top of my head when wanting to merely express the very air I breath when surrounded by her graceful charm!) Meaning she's fun to be around with! She's funny and quirky in how she addresses herself. Which makes me (again) feel like I've known her...all my life! Sometimes even feeling like a little sister I never had! Or a cousin who lives right next store to me as we hanged out by the creek trying to catch frogs. Or went biking in the afternoon sun on the weekends when school was finally out for the WHOLE SUMMER! We also connect in such a way that has me feeling grateful that I became her "special friend"! Since that's what she essentially is too me at heart! As we "clicked" (as she would essentially put it) right off the bat! Since the very few words we first interacted with one another! PS... I hope this makes you tear up "little squirt"...?! Will show just how GREAT your compassion towards it, really is hehe!
This is a dedicated poem to a friend I just only met... Yet it feels like they are "spiritually" more than that, essentially speaking!
He was the greeny earth,
To my dreamy sky,
That seemed never uniting,
Till the time dies,
But we built our paradise,
In the horizon,
With so much patience and love that,
Even if a storm breaks out,
Even if we were ripped apart,
We'd find our way back in a heartbeat,
To the warmth of our little paradise
Korede Oseni Jul 2020
You do not want a poem, note, rose laid at your feet,
But i write for the You, i know is deserving of everything this pen can muster

You are the opening of the dawn, taking it's time as it opens up the sky,
Entirely illuminating the spaces it can find,
Filling it with love, Joy only the dawn can bring

I know, i know,
you are still tiptoeing through the maze that shapes into circles, hills and valleys,
At the heart of each puzzle, your pen will unravel

As you glide on the summer winds into the orchestra of stringed anthems,
You are loved by the minds, eyes that feast on your words, voice and the in-between.
Redaviel Jun 2020
To the girl who lit up a dark alleyway
The butterflies in my stomach won't stop
I do not know how, nor I wish to make it stop
If you're a streetlight that'll guide me
Is it rude to ask you to glow and stay longer?
We lose a part of ourselves as we go to grow
Dimly-lit path, everyone feels like a stranger
But you look familiar with that smile of yours
Suddenly, I almost thought it was a new morning
You're not a shining star watching from far away
You're a firefly, making the most of borrowed time
But don't ever stop lighting up a dark alleyway
An everglow, you are what makes it worth the time
basil May 2020
maybe it's the way
the wind feels
in the dark;
different and breathless

or the light
that bounces off of the
wet streets;
blurry and reckless

regardless,
midnight is the only time
that she gets in her car
and allows herself
a dose of tears, a drop of laughter

because feeling
is a little easier
in a private metal death chamber
surrounded by
broken beauties and unfulfilled dreams

when there is no point b
and point a
is just a fragmented memory
i suffer from jellyphobia, too.

05.28.2020
Marion May 2020
Untitled poetry
on scratch papers,
but what I know
is I’m writing about you—
Do I still need a title?
Randy Johnson May 2020
This is the eighth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.
You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied.
Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around.
Life stopped being as good when you were lowered into the ground.
When the doctor said you would die, I didn't like what he had to say.
You're no longer with us but I still wish you a happy Mother's Day.
DEDICATED TO AGNES MARIE JOHNSON (1948-2013) WHO PASSED AWAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.
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