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not even worth the read
What is it about me that says
“make me fall in love with you,
treat me like trash,
break my heart,
then tell me how hurting me made you realize the error of your ways”?
What is it about me that makes you think
telling me how well you treat your new girl in comparison to me
is a good idea?
Why am I not the one who gets treated well?
Why do I always end up broken?
Why can’t I have the charming man to take care of me,
be honest with me and
love me?
Why can’t you treat me like a person instead of an
object you can discard once you’re bored?
I am worth loving.  
I am worth respect and honesty.  
I am worth your effort.  
So what quality do I have that tells you I’m disposable?
This heart can only break so many times.  
So please -- don’t pick it up if you only intend on
throwing it away.
-- living with a disposable heart
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can i have a map, please?
Popcorn ceiling and fluorescent lights --
Is this all my life has become?
Laying on a yoga mat --
listening to Stevie Wonder --
as my mind begins to wander... (boo)
What exactly do I want out of this life?
To impact the lives of children through music --
Attend Yale for graduate school --
Start my own family or maybe just get a dog --
Or do I just scrap all that and let the universe take over?
Why can't there be explicit directions for which step to take next?
I guess the beauty in not knowing is that
I can do whatever the hell I want.
- can I have a map, please?
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if only it were that easy
stop thinking about him every time you watch Friends
this isn't a TV show -- reality doesn't work that way
stop dreaming that he'll change his mind
he meant what he said and you have to accept it
stop talking about him with anyone who will listen
nothing they say will make you feel better right now
he’s still gone -- that won’t make him come back
-- if only it were that easy
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just listen
They dance across the page
as if they choreographed
the movements on their own.
Each position carefully calculated
to conjure the most pleasing aesthetic
for the faithful, patient patrons.
Every mark evoking expression
making all who hear feel -- react
to each phrase of lyrical melody.
Major joy, minor tragedy,
diminished terror, augmented intensity
concluding with a heart-leaping swell of sound.
These small black dots -- smudges
demand to be heard -- to be felt
Like the poet with her words -- confessions.
Hear me.
Understand me.
Accept me.
-- just listen
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don't let him calm your storm
Do not let a man belittle
your strength, your influence,
because of your womanhood.
Let him hold you when you are weak.
Let him be there when you need support.
But when you are strong --
find a man who stands with you and says,
"that's my girl"
while he watches you ignite the world.
For he knows that you do not need him --
He works for a place in your heart so that he may stand
with you, side by side, as you show the nay sayers just
how powerful your storm is.
And he will smile and shake his head
as he tries to hold on to his umbrella.
-- don't let him calm your storm
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please take care of yourself
When he breaks you
keep your head held high
he is not worth your tears.
Someone so naive cannot fathom
the storm of your heart.
He cannot find the clarity in
your chaos --
The reason for your sorrow
should not be him. No --
it should be for the chance
he lost and the love laid         aside.
Darling, you deserve so much more
than a love you have to beg for.
This pain is temporary --
fleeting as the wings of a
honey bee moving from
flower to flower.
Build your love for yourself
and never let anyone
take it down again.
-- please take care of yourself
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hope for the healing heart
Someday --
you'll have someone
next to you every morning.
Smiling at you when you open your heavy eyes.
They'll be making
pancakes -- and coffee while your dog
runs around the kitchen hoping for something to fall.
Just like you did.
For this man --
in his boxers
making you breakfast.
Until then be patient.
Learn to love
yourself in the ways
this man someday will.
You are worth it.
I hope,
in time, you will
be able to see that.
-- hope for a healing heart
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Live from the Afterlife!
What does God do in his spare time?
I wonder if he flips through
people's lives like   TV channels
searching for the one that
intrigues him the most. His
creations in his own image   This one
will have my sense of humor, that one
my creative instinct
  He watches and smiles.
Now what if     He is not the only one
with this gift?  Lucifer has his own ideas
of creation and humanity.  The fallen angel
taking it upon himself to form the world
in his image.    This one will have my
killer people skills
 he rewrites God’s scripts
to fit his own interests.  All the while God watches his
old friend produce monsters and looks the other way.
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Dissent
Day by day
the
petals
fall
Season by season
fleeting
beauty
gone
Year by year the weeds grow
faded
tragic
grace
One by one we disappear
love me
love me not
too late
Time is up -- just a stem
bare
fragile
dead
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Promises
When I was young I used to think honey came from
wild honeysuckle, but now I'm convinced that it comes
from the glow in your cheeks when you
smile at me.  I still keep a flower pressed under my tongue
just in case that glow fades so I never forget the sweet
taste of your lips. I won't promise you all my happiness
because I don't want you to be disappointed in
what little I have to offer --  I will give you all the love
I never had and pray that it might convince you to stay.
My demons work in teams of three:
anxiety –
depression –
insecurity…
Promise to let me burrow into your chest when my mind
becomes too cluttered.  Stroke my hair, kiss my forehead
until the vines finally let me go. Let me say "I'm sorry"
hundreds of times even if you think it's unnecessary.  I feel
the need to apologize just because you're willing to
be with me.  There will be mornings my clouds loom
paranoid and guarded, but I hope you find the beauty in my
storm rath
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The Little Things
The way he would cup my face in his hands when he pulled me in for a kiss.
How well we slept when we were next to each other.
The way he would rub his thumb across my hand when he was holding it.
"The little things," in reality, are not little.
They're what make you fall in love in the first place.
What you hold on to when it's gone.
These moments, these memories are what flood your brain at 2 am.
You try to silence your thoughts and get some sleep, but you can't.
Because the people who hurt us the most are the ones we tend to cling to.
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I Wish It Would Rain
I wish it would rain
That it would wash you away
Out of my skin
I wish the clouds would part
Shine light on realization
What I could be
I wish there was a rainbow
An arc of brilliant colors
A sign to give me hope
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Away
You used to be afraid to lose me,
so why am I the one that is in pain from your absence?
You used to look at me like I was the only girl you saw,
now I'm just another lost in the crowd.
You used to embrace me like you never wanted to let go,
now you don't come near enough to touch me.
You used to say you loved me,
but I guess that went away.
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I Am
I am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
I am.
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Our Love Language
A love language, by my definition, is the combining of words and actions to show affection. It differs from couple to couple, but that's what makes it so special. Only those two people know how to speak it, how to morph it and how to love one another through it.
The love language of Caleb and Ranie:
Sometimes I let him be the girl when we cuddle because he thinks it's comfortable
Apologizing first because I would rather be in his arms than win an argument
Supporting him through everything even if I'm not a part of it
Staying up late to talk to him when he gets off work even when I'm exhausted
Letting him play something for me on his trumpet even if I have a headache just because he's so excited
Playing clarinet and trumpet duets with him
Listening to his stories even if I've heard them before
Letting him drink all of my milk...
Surprising him with his favorite foods
Using his belly as a pillow
Being as patient as I can be
Letting him use my kitchen to cook and try recipes he's always w
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Gradually Falling
Maybe it was when you noticed
how well your hand fit in his.
Or how his eyes light up
like the stars
when he smiles.
It could have been when
you realized that his happiness
makes you equally as happy.
It's possible that it happened
when you started feeling at
home in his arms.
Or when a twin sized bed
felt huge in his absence.
Maybe there wasn't a specific
instance when it happened.  
Maybe it was a bit more
gradual than falling.
Like waiting for a photo
to finish developing
rather than using a smart phone
to capture the moment.
Regardless of when or how,
it still happened.
You fell.
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tercet 41
the idea of light
will illuminate our hearts
on cold winter nights
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The music is gone.
I remember emotion
Like the deaf recall a tune.
I still have the notion,
But even that will be gone soon.
The songs are muffled at first,
But the notes remain.
I can still be immersed
In musical joy and pain.
But like a copy of a copy of a copy,
Notes are lost and misplaced,
The whole thing gets sloppy,
A masterpiece defaced.
Finally, the end of the blaze
The last notes die in a frost
Leaving the profound malaise
That something beautiful was lost.
Dead is the feeling I once had.
Left in a mute concert hall,
I wonder how it can hurt so bad,
To feel nothing at all.
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broken dreams and invisible heartstrings
Every morning,
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.
It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.
But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.
"Please,
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
dying stars."

Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
to drown,
she's never belonged
in this universe.
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Turn on the Light
Take one boy,
Brown eyes filled
    with the curiosity
    and wonder
    of one less than
    half his age.
Tall and slim,
    so when her arms
    wrap around him
    she can almost do so
    twice,
    with her head resting
    comfortably on
    his chest.
Mind filled
    to capacity
    with melodies
    and philosophies
    and facts about
    Native American plagues and
    extended techniques,
    yet longing for
    more.
Add in a darkness
    which lingers over
    his heart,
    shadowing his thoughts,
    his feelings, his actions,
    leaving those who care
    about him
    isolated, helpless,
    alone.
And, on top of that,
Place a strong dislike
    for good-byes,
    running away
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I Am A Writer
I Am A Writer:
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
Why?
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
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I Am Wishing
I am wishing I wasn't alone,
That my brain would shut off,
That people would listen
When I whisper the undeniable truth.
But if no one listens
Then who the hell cares?
I am wishing that you were here
To smother my nightmares
And make me feel like I am safe.
If they can't see what I see
When I close my eyes
Then is it really there?
I am wishing that you still loved me,
That you would feel more for me
Than you do for her,
But I will never be good enough.
If you hold me and say everything is fine
Will it be a lie?
And I just wish you would say something
Because the silence screams
More truth than I can take.
And I just miss the sound of your voice like crazy.
But if I can't feel my own heart beating in my chest
Does that mean I am no longer living?
I don't know…
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Tears to Rain
When you cry
I'll pick up the pieces
Here's my heart
I want you to keep this
So you'll be fine
Let me take the fall
For you...
It's only just begun
It only hurts just once
I'll shield you from the pain
Till all the tears you cry turn to rain...
Every word I speak is true...
Every single 'I love you...'
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Love Lies
Love lies.
And I was never in love.
I will deny it every time you ask.
I will say "No."
I will say "It didn't mean anything."
I will say "I'm fine."
Love lies
In your fingertips as you trace
The curves of my body,
Memorizing every turn.
And I was happy.
But suddenly I'm screaming and
Holding my head in my hands
Because I can't remember how to breathe.
And I'm pounding my dashboard because
I can't handle listening to this song anymore.
But I don't like the silence.
Love lies,
And I didn't ask for this.
I didn't mean to spit my heart out so close
To your feet because you keep stepping on it,
And I don't think you even realize it.
I don't want to lean into your words
As they fall from your soft lips
Because I know that they're false.
And it makes me angry as hell.
I guess what I'm saying is:
I don't need you.
I don't want you.
I was never yours.
Love lies.
And I was never in love.
I will deny it every time you ask.
I will say "No."
I will say "It didn't mean
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In Love, I Remain
I hold the guitar against me
But I'm afraid it just wont do
No notes that I play could compare
To the symphony that is you
So who is the orchestrator
Of this harmonic elegance
The beauty of which sustains me
With such a lasting resonance
Angels, please sing us a chorus
And paint the clouds so silver lined
May she always dream in colour
And may I always speak in rhyme
One single whispered word from her
Always seems to eclipse my pain
With belief, hope and destiny
Forever in love, I remain

I hold the paintbrush in my hand
Until creative thoughts will cease
But no strokes could ever come close
To your beautiful masterpiece
Each colour is so delicate
So rare and so understated
From a birth and a blank canvas
To potential God created
Angels, please sing us a chorus
And paint the clouds so silver lined
May she always dream in colour
And may I always speak in rhyme
One single whispered word from her
Always seems to eclipse my pain
With belief, hope and destiny
Forever in love, we re
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19 Years Old
I was just nineteen years old
When I cut myself in two
The boy I wanted them to see
And the boy they never knew
Hid my hollow bones away
I've been hiding ever since
Yes, you may see the odd smile
But only ever a glimpse
But my heart was never broken
It was born in several pieces
And with every passing year
The size of the segments decreases
I was just nineteen years old
When I died for the first time
I did not cope so well
With leaving my childhood behind
I didn't want to face up
To these wretched bent back blues
But will I give in to the struggle?
No, with respect I refuse
See my grandfather gave me
The stubborn heart of an ox
I will die before I collapse
A coward I am not
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all poets are used to deceit
are you still savoring
the taste of deceit
off the edge
of your limerick tongue?
you know what i mean
you "poet of unusual sorts,"
with your
chaotic green eyes
and skin of pale misfortune
leaving scents of sweet seas when oceans
begin to spite you.
yes, your silent panthers,
loyal only to the sound of sonnets
of broken piano chords
and keys and torn six-strings.
those slithe things will
prove to you
once,
that betrayal is just eight letters
of pleasure undercover.
it's these little beauties that
will make you see;
every liar was an artist
and every poet was a whore,
just till the point
they owned you no more.
every limerick was a trap
and every stroke a cry;
and my every little breath,
sweet deceit strolling by.
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What is it about me that says
“make me fall in love with you,
treat me like trash,
break my heart,
then tell me how hurting me made you realize the error of your ways”?

What is it about me that makes you think
telling me how well you treat your new girl in comparison to me
is a good idea?

Why am I not the one who gets treated well?

Why do I always end up broken?

Why can’t I have the charming man to take care of me,
be honest with me and
love me?

Why can’t you treat me like a person instead of an
object you can discard once you’re bored?

I am worth loving.  
I am worth respect and honesty.  
I am worth your effort.  

So what quality do I have that tells you I’m disposable?

This heart can only break so many times.  

So please -- don’t pick it up if you only intend on
throwing it away.

-- living with a disposable heart
Popcorn ceiling and fluorescent lights --
Is this all my life has become?

Laying on a yoga mat --
listening to Stevie Wonder --
as my mind begins to wander... (boo)

What exactly do I want out of this life?

To impact the lives of children through music --
Attend Yale for graduate school --
Start my own family or maybe just get a dog --

Or do I just scrap all that and let the universe take over?
Why can't there be explicit directions for which step to take next?

I guess the beauty in not knowing is that
I can do whatever the hell I want.

- can I have a map, please?
can i have a map, please?
It's been a boring day...
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stop thinking about him every time you watch Friends
this isn't a TV show -- reality doesn't work that way

stop dreaming that he'll change his mind
he meant what he said and you have to accept it

stop talking about him with anyone who will listen
nothing they say will make you feel better right now

he’s still gone -- that won’t make him come back

-- if only it were that easy
if only it were that easy
Someday I'll have someone who loves me enough to mean it when they say forever.  Until then, I'll keep writing shitty poetry.
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They dance across the page
as if they choreographed
the movements on their own.

Each position carefully calculated
to conjure the most pleasing aesthetic
for the faithful, patient patrons.

Every mark evoking expression
making all who hear feel -- react
to each phrase of lyrical melody.

Major joy, minor tragedy,
diminished terror, augmented intensity
concluding with a heart-leaping swell of sound.

These small black dots -- smudges
demand to be heard -- to be felt
Like the poet with her words -- confessions.

Hear me.
Understand me.
Accept me.

-- just listen
Do not let a man belittle
your strength, your influence,
because of your womanhood.

Let him hold you when you are weak.
Let him be there when you need support.

But when you are strong --
find a man who stands with you and says,
"that's my girl"
while he watches you ignite the world.

For he knows that you do not need him --
He works for a place in your heart so that he may stand
with you, side by side, as you show the nay sayers just

how powerful your storm is.

And he will smile and shake his head
as he tries to hold on to his umbrella.

-- don't let him calm your storm
I don't know if any of you care, but I composed a piece for piano.

If you would like to listen, here is the

www.noteflight.com/scores/view…

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Ranie
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Hi! I'm Ranie. I'm a proud Hufflepuff, I'm okay at clarinet and pretty mediocre at everything else I try to play, and enjoy writing as a way to process the clusterfuck that are my thoughts. Thanks for reading!
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Happy Birthdaaayyy!
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I would rather be a little early than late at all: I hope your special day is filled with all that you deserve, Happy Early Birthday!:happybounce:
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Thank you :)
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You are most welcome!^^
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Happy birthday!
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Happy Birthday Birthday Cake  :D 
I wish you a wonderful one :party: 
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Happy birthday!!!!! :D :D :D
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Happy B-day! :party:
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ei9 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014

  Hi Ranie,


        I simply love your heartwarming poems of yours and as a inspiring poet myself I'm truly touched.

its artists like you that I'm so proud to be a member of DA! is that there is room for all of us artists no matter if we are drawers, painters, writers or Cosplayers. I have a few of your work in my faves and can't wait for your future stuff as well. you got a new fan in me. Keep those beautiful poems coming and God bless!

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