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Do ones feelings,
For another person,
Ever really change?
If you think of another,
As just a friend,
Will they remain,
Just a friend?
Or is it possible,
For them,
To be something more?
Or do the original feelings,
Stay in tact,
Never changing,
Always remaining the same,
No matter what happens,
Despite what you think you feel.
I think they can change,
Given the person,
Is willing to let them change.
Otherwise,
There is no room for alteration.

Interests

To this day,
It still bothers me,
How people,
Seem to bring others down,
For something that they like,
For something they enjoy,
Why is it,
That we,
As people,
Do this?
To shun others,
For their personal preferences.
Because their interests,
Differ from our own.
How come we can't,
Accept the simple fact,
That we are all different,
Despite the similarities.
Is it possible to realize,
That all our likes,
And dislikes,
And everything related to them,
Vary so greatly?
No matter who you are,
And what you believe.

Dress

Why is it,
That people get all dressed up?
Why do people find the need to,
Get 'pretty'?
Is it to impress others?
To be accepted?
To fulfill some personal motive?
Or could it be,
To live up to a standard,
That was set,
Years before our time?
Whatever the reason may be,
Make sure,
That however you choose to dress,
However you style yourself,
That is is how you want it.
That it is something,
That you want to do.
Don't do something,
Simply because,
It is what others expect of you.
Do it because you like it.
Plain and simple.

Is it so wrong,
For one to want to fit in?
To be accepted by their peers,
To be liked for the person they are.
Is it a bad things,
The be who you are?
And like what you like?
So what if it happens to be the same,
As countless others.
Should that stop you,
From enjoying something?

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What can you do,
When every decision you make,
Seems to be turned against you.
And everything goes wrong.
Meeting nothing but resistance and opposition.
With every step that is taken.
When even your closest of friends,
Begin to become distant,
And all you re left with,
Is song,
And memories.
Sitting in the darkness,
And by yourself,
Not a single hint of light,
Can be seen,
In every direction.
As though no matter what you choose,
Some one will lose.
Be it yourself,
Or another close one.
No one can win.
Where can you turn,
For comfort,
And support?
For friendship,
And love?
Where can you turn,
To find one that will help?
Is there even such a place?
Or will they all disappear,
As they did before.
Leaving you in your time of need.

Feelings

I find myself,
Always thinking of you.
Seeing you in my mind,
Trying to see into your life,
To search for the place,
Where I belong.
Is there room enough in your heart?
My feelings remain the same,
Nothing has changed for me,
I still long,
To be by your side,
To see your smile,
Hear your laugh,
Stare into your eyes.
For reasons I know not,
I keep coming back,
Even after so much has changed.
I do not want to lose you,
But it seems as though,
All hope is lost.
Perhaps eventually,
I can move on.

Sorry...

The old saying,
Words once said, can never be recalled,
Rings in my ears,
As the bitter words of truth,
Are silently slid my way.
Nothing can take back the things I've said,
No amount of words can make up,
For that which has happened.
All that can be done,
Is for me,
To learn from this experience,
For every experience,
Is a chance to learn.
For I regret nothing I've done,
I am only saddened by the outcome.
For now the ever powerful weapon of gossip,
Has taken this event,
And shared it with the world.
In one ear,
Out many mouths,
This string of twisted truths,
Willl circle the globe,
While the truth,
Is still putting on its shoes.
Nothing can be done,
To stop the momentum,
Of this great stone.
One must just wait,
Until the speed dies out,
And the piercing sting of lies,
Comes to a hault.
But by the times that happens,
The damage will be done,
No one will remember,
Where it started to roll,
Only what it was about,
And there isn't a single thing,
Any one can do.
Tiss the never ending cycle of life,
That we are all envelopped in,
Either by choice,
Or circumstance.

Over

Its over.
The flames have already begun,
Engulfing the bridge between.
It won't be long,
Until this connection,
Is completely gone.
There is no turning back.
The damage is done.
Nothing can be change that now.
I see you,
On the other side of the gulf,
Shining as bright as ever.
But the light,
Never makes it across.
You turn your back,
And begin to walk.
Where you go,
I do not know.
I only hope,
That where ever you end up,
You find happiness.
So long my friend.
You will be missed greatly,
Possibly more than you will ever know.

People

Since time began,
There has always been someone,
Or a group of people,
Who have been looked down upon,
For reasons that should not matter.
What they believe,
How they look,
The things they like,
Their personality.
For as long as man has been around,
There has been racism,
Sexism,
Prejudice,
Among many other things.
Many say these things are bad,
And they are.
However,
No matter what we do,
This problem will always be around,
There is nothing you can do to eliminate it,
You can only make it,
Better.
We must do our part,
To decrease the commonness of these problems.
We must do our part,
To be the better person.
Not to look down upon people,
Because we do not know them,
Or because they are different than ourselves,
For everyone is different,
Despite the similarities.
I don't like tomatoes,
Many of you may,
Who cares?
Deal and move on.
Tiss the same with everything else.