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I keep telling myself that friendship

means that I resist the urge to type “I LIKE YOU” at the end of every text.

means that I will not fill those four inches of space between us at the table, and kiss you on the cheek.

means that when you invite me to hang out with you, we’re just hanging out.

means that I meet a whole bunch of your friends, and when they ask us how we met, I nonchalantly refer to a coffee shop and music.

means that when friends of yours, who are girls, walk in, I don’t freak out about whether or not you actually like them more than me.

means that I only secretly appreciate the fact that one of your female friends brought a guy with her.

means that we talk and laugh and joke and enjoy the time we spend together.

means that I get to spend time with you.

means that I don’t fall in love.


…is this friendship?

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Problems for today.

I’ll find a way to get through today.

These problems are enough for me.
These problems are enough.

I do not need to dwell
On tomorrow’s own personal swell
Of pain and agony

Today’s enough.


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MORE POETRY????? I think so…

Firstly, please ignore my scattered-emotional-roller-coasterness, and the way I talk about love one moment, and misery the next, and write a depressing poem, and then muse about marriage. Hopefully you already do. Or perhaps you never noticed it to begin with. Ha.

Secondly, thank you for liking any of my posts ever, and thank you for enjoying my poems. You make my flutters of emotional nonsense seem worth it.

Thirdly…Here’s another poem:

I like you.

Said so innocently.
Just a slip of the tongue.
And I don’t even know precisely what you mean.

And of course I like you too.
Just like I liked the guy who
sat with me outside on a sunny day,
but the wind was cold,
so we went inside,
and there he told
me that he liked me.
And he asked where it would lead,
that little liking seed.
But that went nowhere.

But I do like you.

Like I liked the one,
That I liked so much, that some
time before he went away
I said “I love you”,
In a straight-faced way.
And he smiled back, and took a breath,
and said “I love you too”,
with no thought or mess
of emotions inside his pretty head,
he loved just exactly
how he had said.

I like you too.

And then I asked you what you meant,
Just liking me, or liking with more behind it?
and you laughed and said,
we’ll wait and see.
And that laugh, and the patience, comforted me.

For I like you too.
But I don’t know quite how.
And there’s comfort in knowing
that I don’t have to know now.

The end. Thank you for reading. If you have any thoughts, or know what I’m talking about, feel free to comment and share them. Thanks again. -cdukulele

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A glass half full of air.

Optimist, Pessimist.
What will happen?
Who could guess?
Surprises spiraling me around,
Wish the future hiding behind the corner would make a sound.
Instead, in dread, I hang my head, to think of what I’ll do instead.

Time, that unconquerable foe.
Time, that miserable woe.
Oh but Time, my best friend too, for when time passes I come closer to 
Whatever destination I’ve been climbing for,
To bring those sweet moments, I’d let Time soar. 

Optimist, Pessimist.
What am I?
It’s anyone’s guess.
I await the future with hopeful glee,
But still look behind and wonder how all those hours ran past me.



I lose my grasp on what I should be doing with my life on a daily basis. Ultimate goal: Get to heaven. In the meantime…


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Why you shouldn’t clean.

Feeling faint and sick as a tree
Tossed and turned in a torment sea.
Sweeping, swashing, water sloshing
Until I stoop to lean 
Upon a couchy beam.

A pile of wrapping
A pile of snapping
Plastic, papers
Ruins of capers
All amound 
The centered ground.

Mind addressing
Body’s need to sit and sigh.

Body nests
Body rests
Mind watches the pile of dust shift by.

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Merry Christmas Again.

I’ll be wishing you a Merry Christmas until the twelve days are up, so get used to it.

I’ve written lots of random poems the last few days, but I never got to a computer, so you never got to see any of them. So here’s one that I still kinda like.


In the middle of the night,
When the birds are done with flight,
When all is out of sight,
I write.

When the sun starts to rise,
And rids the shadows from my eyes,
And the dew on grass, it sighs,
I lie.

When the day is half way through,
When the light’s no longer new,
When it’s an hour or so til two,
I coo.

I arise and start my day,
Work that has no pay,
When others hit the hay,
I write.


Merry Christmas.

– Cdukulele

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Out-of-line Dating.

Nope. It still hurts.

It was definitely too soon
to jump into that ruin,
which in itself can probably be nice,
but right now I need real life.

Can’t handle the expectations,
all without many regulations,
so the heart just keeps getting trampled,
all while you feel like you’re being sampled,
and people are like:
“Is this what I want? Let me judge, judge and flaunt. No, I don’t like that stuff, well I’ve had enough, move on.”

Then I do it too.
See, I learn from you.
Your habits kind of rub off on me.
Then I’m judging by guessing and vague notions of reality.

Loving, no.
Thinking, so,
so much.

Unkind cookie cutter thinking that in a blinking
washes souls away and divides into who I will and will not
play this game of trying to love with,
like a sieve.

And love should not be a game
for the strong or the lame.
We should not compete
to see if we are complete
enough by ourselves
or if we need someone to tell
who we are,
because what we are
is loved.

That’s how it should be.
Loving, and you loving me.
Live that reality.
Stop looking for someone to love and just love someone. Everyone.
Love them like they are a person worthy of love. Yes it’s enough.

Don’t search and be curt and cause people hurt because you want “love”.
Don’t please and inspire and set hearts on fire because you need their “love”.
Don’t say and do whatever you can, pretend that you are the perfect man, try to complete any life long plan, because of “love”.

Honestly be. Honestly see. Honestly get to know me…and then, maybe you can be, in “love”…but first you have to really Love.

————————————————————————–short comment—————————————————————————
Yeah, I used the word “love” a lot. The English language is a bit deficient in the words for “love” category. Still, I hope you enjoyed it and got the point. Or got something out of it.
I’m emotionally hurting a bit right now, so I wrote. If ya have any questions, or loving, friendly comments, feel free to add them below. It’d be nice to hear from you. Hear how you like my poetry. Hear how confused you are. Hear about my grammar errors (Ha. You wouldn’t do that to me, would ya? …Except, please do, if you are seriously distracted and confused by something. For that would imply that you deeply read and analyzed my poetry, and that’s a compliment in itself).


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