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"A Million Hearts to Mend"

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What do we usually do when our greatest fear chases us?
Some tend to run away from it while some... try dominating it or pretend it doesn't exist.
What if I were to tell you that there's another way out, which doesn't just help you survive, it helps you to face other obstacles in life hand in hand with your fear beside you. It'll help mend, so many scared and broken hearts.

(Not a professional poet or something so nobody has any right to judge me on the basis of anything. Anyways, I'm currently in the process of deciding whether or no to start writing a story...*sigh* . So any idea guys, be sure to comment. Oh yeah, one last thing DO NOT COPY... I'm serious guys, you wanna take ideas or get inspired by my poems I ain't stopping you. But copying is a whole different story.)All Rights Reserved

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My Poetry Escape

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.