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His poems
His words echoed through the room making it fall quiet. Everyone was there just to hear him. Him and his poetry. Everyone wanted to feel connected that's why they were there. But his poetry didn’t just bring the satisfaction of being understood, it also brought the relief of being able to fly through words. His comical answers made the heartbroken feel better and farther away from the pain they were trying to escape. The lovestruck enjoyed his writing resting their heads together with thin lips. And his deep poetry brought restless admiration for those who longed creativity. But no one was as bewildered as the girl who was on the first chair rested against the wall. How could he write so profound things in such little space she would never know. She laid her head on the armrest and let her mind drift with his voice. She was immensely glad that she had found him and his poetry. She didn’t know she needed it until she read it. It’s an ache that only your touch can soothe was the first of his writings she ever read. She had never known truer words. Her broken heart was slowly being fixing by his words. Lions was her favorite, but you couldn’t just have one favorite of his. His poetry could give you the strength that you needed any moment you could ask any person in the room present. The guy behind her knew just how much power his poetry had over people. Because he didn’t only talk about feelings of distraught, but of the moments you wouldn’t even describe because of how numbness had consumed your body. His favorite was The guise and end-chills and while his body was giving away to ache his mind stilled longed for his poetry. The poetry that would wrap around you as if it was a blanket protecting you from the cold and harsh reality. Yes! That’s why they were here. They were here because he could bring them peace and let their minds rest and made them fall in love with his verse. But he was done now, his poems were all read and now everyone had to wait for another time when he would stand up again in the closed alleyway and speak about unspoken feelings. He waited for them to leave, but slowly everyone got to their feet with teary eyes and started chanting. Thank you! They had to make him feel appreciated because that’s how they felt when he read to them. They felt special. They felt that they could cry their heart out and he would just wipe away their tears with his lyric, slowly and compassionately. They had to make him feel special because who knows what he was feeling. Then calmly everyone started leaving making the crowded room desert. Lastly, the couple rose from their seats and looked at him with eyes full of admiration and they wished he would write some day about the feeling f happiness. Because they wanted him to feel it they wanted him to be as full as everyone was when they heard his voice. But they wouldn’t worry, they knew he would find the one even though he would face heartbreak. They knew someday his heart would be held as the most valuable possession on Earth and they just smiled at him. Because even though he didn’t know it great things were about to happen to him. Happiness was his way and his poems would tell that tale.
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@jonaswpoetry you will someday amaze the world with your short, accurate poetry. You will resonate through the young generation’s, hearts and souls. Your words will connect with those broken and mend them and will find those who are lost. We have never met, but I hope that you are happy and have love in your life and I hope that your dreams come true.