This poem is not great,

It's not even good,

but it rhymes,

like a good poem should

It is rather short

and skinny and tall,

but it rhymes,

a trait above of all

It may remind you of something,

You say when you chat,

but it rhymes,

and who can argue with that?

It is not consistent

in pacing or tone,

but it rhymes,

so it shouldn't make you groan

And while this poem may sound

like teenage chatters,

it rhymes,

and that's all that matters.

a wish is a fantasy

a hope, a dream

I wish my words do not only come when I am at my worst

I wish my imaginations did not always twist against me

I wish to write about smiles

and have it be real

why must my bitter words

be the most superb

I wish most of all

for a hug

I just want my friends back

is that too much?

A poet’s wish,

Is to write endlessly,

Idea after idea,

Inspiration after inspiration,

Verse after verse,

Without ever running dry on words to use.

A poet’s wish,

Is to write freely,

Express themselves,

Write what they want,

Without ever feeling the need to be appreciated.

A poet’s wish,

Is to be able to succeed in life,

Doing what they like,

Write,

Read,

Ponder,

Without ever needing to face the harsh reality of life.

A poet’s wish,

Is to be able to write forever,

Doing what they love,

Laugh,

Cry,

Never stop writing,

Without ever needing to tend to other things.

A poet’s wish,

Is to be able to be loved,

Be cared for,

Be human,

Have friends,

Have family,

Who care for you,

To put you back together when you break

Without a price.

A poet’s wish is to be focused,

A poet’s wish is to be uninterrupted,

A poet’s wish is to be perfect,

A poet’s wish is to be flawed,

A poet’s wish is to be normal,

A poet’s wish is to be free,

A poet’s wish is to be heard,

A poet’s wish is to be happy.

Be what you want,

Not what they want,

You don’t have to be good,

Just be enough for yourself.

Don't forget where you came from,

When you have reached where you've always wanted to go.

Don't forget the wish that started it all,

When you have completed your journey.

Don't forget those who have helped you,

When you can finally stand on your own.

Go, make your wish a reality.

i want to show you; have you see

the way i saw it.

i want to tell you; have you hear

the way i heard it.

i want to puzzle you; have you break

the way it broke me.

i want to fix you; have you heal

the way it healed me.

because we all

perceive everything

in our own ways,

right?

and if it lasts half a minute-

i want to make you

feel mine.

if a wish could be granted

on my behalf

it would simply be

to never run out of words

to write, the beautiful,

the raw, the painful words

that we call poetry.

there is nothing i could

want more, than to

be poetic in everything i do,

in everything i feel

because a world without

poetry and prose

is a sad world

that cannot be made better

with the use of

poetic words

Poets were made to love,

Or a least convey love.

To describe how a simple touch, a whisper or a look,

Could melt the heart of another,

But I was not, I cannot love,

My heart is cold,

My mind rigid,

My soul sold,

My body frigid.

To wish upon a star,

I would ask, can I be granted love.

#Ernaline

#towishuponastar

I walk around seeking for shelter after being wounded

My heart aches for another

I wish to find someone who will love me for who I am-

someone who wouldn’t push me away and call me a bother

This pain that I always feel after being hurted by others

Backstabbing, betrayal, pity, lying,

I wish those words didn’t exist

The things I’ve suffered makes me feel like dying

One after another, you turn me away

Will I ever be able to stop walking and find a safe place to rest?

The times no one was there to wipe away my tears

The only thing I can do is try my best

This world feels so small,

yet I’m still trying to find love to heal my bruised heart

Each text I send, I wait patiently for a answer

In the end you throw me away like a disgusting piece of art

I wanted this song to change you,

I wanted my feelings to reach you

It seems like a eternity when you reply back

But at that time I’m already prepared, this is nothing new

The things you said to me-

made me feel like the time we spent together was fake

I truly wanted to believe the memories we had were happy

Alas, my heart begins to ache

I don’t want to think about you,

but I can’t get you out of my head

Should I have not been too pushy?

Or was it you and not me instead?

I learn to never trust others but I still do either way

The things I can’t throw away,

the wound that still remains

I’ll end up being trashed anyway

This false love that still pains me to this day

But I never learn my lesson

I always end up trusting you, hoping that you would love me

I wish this pain will lessen

Finally a small ray of hope arrived before me

Will I really be able to be me?

Will you accept me for who I am?

Or will you just leave me free?

I hope to be a poet

I write songs, you see

I simply love the feeling

When words flow out of me

With a pen and some blank paper

I find peace in a clean slate

I guess my only wish is

That someone can relate

@Ernaline