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i hate when the sun shines
brighter on the other side.
its bad enough that the grass is greener
the darkness just makes me want to Hide.

but really how bad is it
in the whole scheme of life.
am i the only one filled with doubt,
with sorrow, pain and strife?

its easy to look at other's lives
and see the easy parts.
but deep down they're just as hurt as me
its just Hidden in their hearts

i glance at my own life
and focus on my trouble
but other friends have problems
outside of my tiny bubble.

what if i took some time
to take focus off my past.
took time to remind others
life moves slow, but memories come fast.

and took some time to walk around
in another persons heels.
to see how my reactions hurt them
to see just how it feels.

so we must appreciate when the sun is brighter
on the other side
because everyone has bad days
and shouldnt have to hide.

(un)sensless rhyming

dance
                trance

feeling
                healing

friend
                mend

celebrate
                create

love
                from Above


i modeled this as sort of a cause & effect rhyme. you may not call it a poem, so what. it makes me happy to know that when i dance, i get in a trance; when i start to admit to my true feelings, i start healing; my true friends are the ones who help me to heal; when i find a reason to celebrate, i am then able to create. and ive learned that true love is from God up above.


and if you need something that is in a poetic form you are used to, enjoy this!

warty fat and green
such strange scene.
some say they're gross
but i dont mind if they're close.
you can eat them if they're plain
but the smell can cause some pain.
no im not a frog.
just inspiration for this blog.
no its not a cucumber
ill end this before you slumber.
this poem may seem fickle
just to tell you its a pickle.


the topic "pickle" was submitted by my bestest friend. any poem title suggestions are welcomed!

Where to begin...

throughout my life i have written little poems, some meaningless and fun, and some personal; some rhyme, and others sound like rambling. ive decided maybe its time to share a little bit with the world. i just want to see who finds and maybe enjoys these. my poems are just a way for me to escape a bit from hiding my feelings and just vent. some might not make sense, and if they arent too personal then i might just tell you about the background.

heres one to get a little taste:

inspiration wont come easy
   when you search for it
sit down, take out a pen, &
   and expect the words to come
or when you search for the perfect words
   in ancient works
sometimes you have to let the words find you

in an early sunrise
   over empty fields of green
or clouds that form pictures in our eyes
   in the starts that glitter brightly
over peaceful waters

or a simple hug from you.