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This story begins with a girl I
know

Her eyes shining crystal blue
And long soft lemon blonde hair.
With an unforgettable smile on
her beautiful face.
fewer differences

She always carried a mood of joy
Which easily spread like peanut
butter
And lifted my own spirit;….every 
single time.

The day we met, was the day she
was born
As I remember, a grand opening
into the world.

On the day we met, our eyes met 
at gaze
Carrying sweet scented smiles 
Naïve to knowing 
Of what we could be.

As we grew older, we bonded into
friendship
Having many similarities and

As years breezed by, our
friendship ranged on laughter
And daily gossip
Bringing our comfort and
confidence
To a higher level.

She possessed a beautiful soul 
of laughter and kindness
Naturally attracting those in
her surroundings

For many years, I was an outsider
My life was based on no one
caring
And no one seeing what was wrong;

For all those years, 
 She was the only one
 Who shared her ambitious heart
  That a girl like me will NEVER 
  FORGET!

Eventually, I felt unworthy of 
her
I chose to let her go
All for one true 
misunderstanding.
For two years; I became very 
depressed
I felt no reason to live 
With my thoughts continuously
haunting
 Days in and out.

I eventually realized her
presence and love
When her and I came to 
understanding
My heart refilled its pleasure;
My laughter arose back on the
warmth of my cheeks
With a lesson learned; despite 
our weaknesses,
Never give up;

she never did:
Finally coming to logical sense:
we were meant to be.

For all its worth, I love her
I wish she was here right now
Just so I could spill these words
One last time………….for eternity and
beyond.

One day, i met him
his eyes stooped with kindness
his gentle-carefilled words
and just the way he spoke, shone a light to my heart:
My heart of lost feeling
My feeling of depression and insecurity.

When i see him, my soul fills with renewed passion
My heart grows from the seeds of joy
and my face forms of a welcoming smile;
All of these feelings arise, and feel destined.

He understood me
He opened the doors for true friendship & confidence
These are some reasons why i truly love him.

Everyday i´m deep within my mind, wondering if he is meant for me
but there was always that other woman; as so i feel
whom can answer the questions to his heart
and guide him through his sorrow-filled frustration.

My offered soul never seems to be enough
My kisses of insecurity; perhaps sloppy
only are degraded to his defined passion.

My heart is found locked these bars of endless emotion
and i´m lost..
My body feels tense, and my soul is achy
with my nerves at a rattling pace.

That woman is much better, you could never make him happy:
as so my heart tells me
He says he loves everything about me
but why am i always questioning?
Why do i awake myself to fear?
Could it just be a lack of trust?
or that my thoughts painfully searching for logic?

I can never seem to feel the answers
i only seem to feel denial
but what do i know?

However; i may be wrong
considering the beautiful moments we share
every kiss we have endured
everytime we have gifted through one another
it has all been unimaginable.

My happiness has been over the charts
ever since he came into my life;
I can honestly not ask for more.

He´s so different
so indescribable
and carries the beauty of respect
Could he be the one?

All i know for sure is that i love him
ever since that first kiss….................

When you cross the river Styx
Remember to take care
For when the boatman
Asks you a bounty
Don’t pay him till you’re there
For if you pay him halfway through
He’ll kick you off the boat
And upon the realm of Hades
You shall never look.

-Erica Osterried

I Love Writing Poetry And It’d Be Amazing To Make A Living By It..

© copyrighted so don’t copy me to describe the satisfaction of life is to also embelish the meaning of it. to destroy it is to wish it gone from all civilization we call the meaning. what is the meaning u might ask. the meaning is a purpose or if you will a task. to discover why you are here and what you are here for. but what if you have no meaning why are you still here? the fact is this either your here for something or you die. so embrace that fact as you think thoughts that you should not think. in fact believe good in all your thoughts. for it takes yourslef and only yourslef to be happy. you could use help on the way to success and be encouraged to take it. but remeber life is your selfdetermination so don’t blame it on anything else. just live your life as intended and be sure that everything will be ok.

im just an inspired poet trying to be recongnied for my talent i want to show people my perspective of life

I have an abundance of brain vomit, but unfortunately my lack of guts means that I have yet to send any of it off to any journals or magazines yet.

This is silly and needs to be rectified. I won’t know if I can do it or not if I don’t try.

The pain. Deep in my heart struggling to breathe again. The pain so so earsplitting so tender ripping through my veins like the other side of myself. No love but hate surrounding everywhere I thought the world was beautiful. It is true that I sacrifice my love for death. Cry every sheaded tear he cried. Never forget each time I wanted to die, each time I wanted to give up…....I did give up tonite. One slit on the arm right there. It doesn’t hurt the pain slips away in the crimson blood that drips on the floor. I gasp but the pain in side grows deeper in my chest making me laugh over the world, forget each time I felt happy. Forget each time love remained the same. I lay here tonite thinking about the needs of cutting my arm again but dont, cause the pain will get worser. I try another way. Lay in the the cold waters and wait till the right hour. The suicidal thoughts lingering in my head again. I close my eyes and see me. Smiling, having fun with the one who hurt me so badly. Go under the waters lingering like tears in my eyes. Dont breathe dont open them just let the waters pollute my lungs completely….........

I feel a different kind of direction in
the wind lately.
To a southern storm from a normally
northern wind.
Is it for the better? Or for the worst?
Is the question?

For my year’s conclusion.
I used to feel so deeply about
the people,
The people I used to care about,
The people who have been lost in the shadows and the beloved who fade into the past.
Who have been all at the sacrificed
Through the airy region,
They’ve vanished into the mist.

I am just touched with the holy
re- damnation within.
Through it all, I can see all the love, pain and misery was all invain.
There’s a gut feeling inside.
That this is only the eye of the storm.
There is changing reappearing in the smell of different winds.
Used to care so…..so deeply.
For the people that always used to remain in this heart of mine.

Through this deep caring side of me.
Has seemed to have faded little by little.
Finally fading into the distance and
stretched over the seas of speed and time.

Nowadays I only seem to care for people.
Who wanna be with me and deeply care for me aswell.
Though each time I’ve heard a change in the wind.
In every change of my heart.
In every change of every one of my heartbreaks.
In every change of every friendship failure.
Everytime I heard a change in the wind, I think of Bonnie Tyler’s song
“Total eclipse of the heart”.

By Lyndsay Campbell xXx

Cant you understand?
I need you to want me.
As if, you really want me.
Why can’t you see?
I need you to love me.
I need you to need me.

Aren’t you getting the message yet?
I don’t want you as someone to have,
sexual relations with,
I want you as my best friend and as my lover.
I truely need something more than that.
I want you, I need you, I love you.
Reasons are unknown.
Why I honest should.
I just do.
So much that it hurts.
Don’t you think, If I didn’t love you so.
That I would have given up, by now.

I need you, to hold me like you used to.
I need you so much.
Just to hug and kiss me like before.
So spontaneous, so random.
So romantic and so passionate.

Why can’t you see? I need you to “woo”
me first.
Perhaps to buy me red roses.
Or to sweep me off my feet.
Is it possibly, for you to be sweet to me.
Or perhaps I am a fool to believe.
You ever would.

I need you, to hold me.
So close to your heart.
I need you to love me.
To love me, like you used to.
I need to feel the warmth and love from you.
When you hold me, hold me so close.
I need you to hold me in your arms,
so tightly.
As if, you have missed me, so much.
Will you ever hold me in your arms?
I need you, to hold me.

Why can’t you see?
I need you to want me.
As if, you really want me.
So why can’t you see?
To stand alone,
loving you all this time.
I need you to love me.
I need you to need me.

By Lyndsay Claire Campbell xXx