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Fears
And why do I suddenly
feel so overwhelmed. They
told me this would be the time
of my life
but I don't even know what time is
anymore
I never have any.
And every day is filled
with a new task
and a new demand
and a new deadline that I
don't know how I will reach.
And don't take time
for yourself
because they can't see
what is wrong
so there must not
be anything serious.
And certainly
nothing worth sympathy.
Especially when they
"have it hard too"
Well yes,
I never said that you didn't.
I never told you to
finish my grades by tomorrow
regardless of what is
happening in your life.
I never told you
to drop everything
and focus on your class
I never told you
to suck it up.
But still I continue to hear
that my excuses
will result in the laziness
that comes with the final year
but
I don't even have time
to be lazy anymore.
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And maybe
it's not as simple for you as it is for others,
Maybe
you have stayed up all night wishing for something
But it never happened.
Maybe you dreamed about tomorrow
then woke up today.
Maybe you find difficulty comprehending
what everyone else calls simple.
And maybe
you watch the lies of others
simultaneously comparing these to your own.
Maybe you formulate theories of another life
better than you could ever solve your math equations
or articulate a thesis.
These things we call a waste of time
it's a sad sad effort to spend our entire lives
documenting someone else's.
And maybe
they appear to "have it all together"
Maybe
they post pictures with a million dollar smile,
and a name brand drink.
Maybe
they don't talk to you
even when you are the nicest you can be
even when you just need someone to be there.
Just so you can convince yourself that
you're not alone.
But let me tell you something,
Even if you erupt in flames,
you will burn brighter
than the futures of the people
you so desperately wish to become.
You will fly higher,
and scorch longer.
People from all around will be ignited
by the sparks of someone
so invisible
they couldn't be ignored.
One day they will look at the effort,
the time
the life
And they will wish that they had yours.
m.s, poet
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Fears
fishingboatproceeds I was at the Indianapolis Paper Towns tour and I wanted to meet you so badly to try and get you to sign my poetry book! This is one of my poems, and I had my whole book of them. Anyways! Your Q&A was so inspiring and I just loved the detail you put into naming your characters and also your advice to young writers. Thanks so much for making yesterday (John Green Day) incredible!
OK guys this might seem kinda dumb but I really really want John Green to see this, and I know Tumblr is the place where dreams come true. He is my writer inspiration, I listen to his podcasts and watch his youtube videos and I just want to see if I can get him to sign my poetry book. It means so much to me if that would be at all possible, but really just to say John Green read a poem of mine, even if it’s the crappiest poem he has ever read, would bring tears to my eyes. Help me get fishingboatproceeds to see this?
I've tried to hide
but you see straight through me.
By now you know too well,
a smile is not always automatically linked
to happiness.
But oh you try to get me to
display that curvature.
I guess they say if you pretend
to be something enough
you'll become it.
So,
I will try to be that girl
who laughs and sparks a chain reaction.
The girl people can't help looking at
because all they want is to feel that alive as well.
I am trying to become the girl
you already think I am.
m.s, poet/writer
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coral
There are moments when i wish i could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but i have a feeling that if i did, the joy would be gone as well. So i take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever i can.
Nicholas Sparks, Dear John (via feellng)
Some of my memories
are hazy and vague
but others
are spellbindingly vivid.
Especially
my memories of us before
the specifics
pre-fallout us.
I remember I told you
everything and I
was the first to know anything
that changed in your life.
I remember
that your life
and my life
became so intertwined
that usually our big news
wasn't so secret.
And I remember
most of all
the feeling of my heart
falling
through
the
bottom
of
my
torso.
I remember
when I realized that I had lost
someone so close.
It's rather strange how
I remember
the little things
more than the big ones.
I remember
so much
and it all comes at once
and I cannot handle that.
But
the only thing
I can't remember
no matter how hard I try
is why
we no longer talk.
Why when they ask me
if I know you,
I realize I no longer do.
And one day I fear
I'll remember
having something to remember
but
it'll be so long gone,
I forget what it was too.
m.s, writer/poet
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No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)
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Fears
fishingboatproceeds I was at the Indianapolis Paper Towns tour and I wanted to meet you so badly to try and get you to sign my poetry book! This is one of my poems, and I had my whole book of them. Anyways! Your Q&A was so inspiring and I just loved the detail you put into naming your characters and also your advice to young writers. Thanks so much for making yesterday (John Green Day) incredible!
The loneliest
I’ve ever felt
were the moments where
I desperately needed
someone to talk to.
But I know
no one can
help, and
they would
feel awful about that.
Plus
I would not
even know what
to say
or I’d
word things poorly.
I have tried before;
the sadness and frustration
only multiplies.
m.s, writer/poet
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