March, 2000 Part Two

OPEN MIC ARCHIVES

Up-dated on April Fool's Day, 2000

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SPRINGTIME SONGS
Erika Biggers

Gentle are the songs of springs

Whose beauty is untold.

Delicate is the rain of April

Dew drops clear and cold.

Vivid are the blooms of may,

Their colors clear and bold!

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The earth adores you,

It sends valentines daily,

They arrive in the form of rainbows.

A cloudburst of heaven,

soft petals fall like rain,

For you I would cast such a spell.

Anon.

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POETRY
Thalamus' Ink

Saturated emotions

Penned with letters

Hung out on clotheslines

Scented by breezes

Dried by sunlight

And worn by nudes...

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Strange Brew
By ABS

I'm a wild child on Fridays

I throw back a few

Stumble around in a haze -

But it's just Mountain Dew.

My liver doesn't like

The hard stuff, he says

I say "that's ok"

As I soothe him with Pez.

My wacky, wacky lifestyle -

So dangerous, I know.

But my liver is lazy -

He likes to go slow.

So next Friday night

At the funnel I'll pass

Because Mountain Dew tastes better

And it won't give you gas.

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Darsene BuBois
David

West, along the bayou, the pavement soon turns to gravel

In front of Charlene's house, the one choked by morning glory,

Crowded with cedars. Here, the houses end. The lane is a jumble

Of blackberry, honeysuckle, elderberry. Down here, no worry

Or anxious thought stays in mind; the eyes wanders, jays squawk,

All other sounds are absorbed. At an ancient tree, scarred by lightning,

The road dips to a wooden bridge where cypress and swamp

Urge to the road's edge--water washes perpetually to the bayou sink.

Beyond the swamp, is a lawn hewn from woods and briar,

Where there are playhouses of gaudy, clashing colors, set like jewels

On a green velvet cushion. A kind, hermitlike, man lives there.

At the bridge, dark water mixes with brown, a fish swirls,

Minnows skitter. I walk to the bright colors--a mad painter's hues,

Without concern of scorn. Gingerbread moldings and spinning whirlygigs

Adorn windows and doors, pink on blue, yellow on red, more blues

Between sky and sea, seen through the old man's eyes. Amidst trees, plum & fig,

I see his white hair through the screen, his summer bedroom, chaffed

Door where hinges are askew. Lucky Strike smoke drifts where

His head lies on a simple Army cot. He will rise soon, make coffee

In the yellow house, his kitchen, then to the pink one to read.

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Prince Philip and The 'Mato
Sean Schemmel

'Twas a fine spring day in England, Prince Philip greets a crowd,

but not everyone was friendly, not everyone was loud.

Lurking quietly 'mongst the little camera boys and little camera girls,

lurking 'mongst the Papa and the Razzi, 'mongst all the people swirls;

Was a thing of such malicious evil, such heinous dark intent,

a thing with a terrible sinister plan, a soul, morbid and bent.

It spies it's target stately walking, waving, shaking hands,

Handsomely smiling at Papa and Razzi, meeting all his Royal demands.

Closer and closer the creature encroaches the Prince, the Future King;

Unbeknownst to the secret guard who think they see everything.

The awful intent of this sneaky monster is suddenly revealed!

It grips a shiny red-ripe Tomato and aims carefully 'cross the field.

With terrible anger and terrific force it hurls it's tasty projectile;

Flying over plebeian heads- Prince Philip still waves and smiles.

The oily joy in the assassin's heart quickly begins to swell-

evenly with each passing moment, the 'Mato continues to sail.

And just as the dastardly deeds desires are seemingly going to be met,

The 'Mato misses the Prince completely- and merely grazes his hat.

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DREAMS
KIMI SMITH

Do dreams really come true?

Or do people just hope it so much that they begin to believe

that dreams do come true?

When am I going to experience this thing that every one say is so wonderful?

Or will I ever be able to?

I too have a dream, I want to become a veterinarian.

But will it ever happen?

Maybe, maybe not!

Who's to say?

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Sphere of Sky
by David Koepke

Sphere of sky

closed in

creaking

blunted stone

fingers.

Light

through the

index

and creating

thumb breaks

like stained

glass glow.

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Sunshine
Lynda Nadelberg

when I awake each day I see the sun shinning whether it is out or not.. you are the sunshine of my life....you make everything right with my world...you are the sunshine.. you light up my life.. without you in this world there would be no more sunshine.. so hold my hand ..and lets watch the sun come up and kiss so ever softly my love..

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brat
WENDY LEDERHAUS

I HAVE A PET - HIS NAME IS RATT. AT FOURTEEN WEEKS HE'S REALLY A BRAT.

NOW THIS THREE POUND PUP IS CUTE, OF COURSE. HE TALKS, BUT NOT LIKE MR. ED, THE HORSE.

HE'S GOT RAZOR SHARP TEETH THAT ARE READY TO PIERCE. HIS WEE LITTLE BARK CAN BE PLAYFUL OR FIERCE.

HE'S PLAYFUL AND SASSY, HIS BELLY IS FAT. HE TRIES OH, SO HARD TO BE FRIENDS WITH THE CAT.

JUST LIKE A LITTLE BABY HE PLAYS, EATS AND NAPS, BUT PUTS UP A FUSS WHEN IT'S TIME FOR HIS BATH.

WHEN NITE TIME COMES HE HATES TO BE ALONE. SO HE JOINS US IN BED. OUR ATTENTION HE OWNS.

HE WAKES ME 'ROUND TWO WITH A LICK ON THE CHEEK. I LET HIM OUTSIDE SO HE CAN TAKE A LEAK.

WHEN MORNING COMES HE'S READY TO PLAY. HE'S PRECIOUS TO ME AND REALLY MAKES MY DAY!

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Rick Richardson

Jesus drives a taxicab

on the Spanish side of town

but when he's runnin' low

he moonlights as a clown

at the circus on the corner

of the Castaway Motel

where the junkies and the whores sleep

when they are out on bail

The circus isn't very big

it used to be a church

before God moved on down the road

to Main and Thirty-first

There's a pair of antique elephants

a toothless three-legged lion

a fat lady on a high wire

made from an old clothes line

When Jesus takes the center ring

the congregation gathers round

take a drink of the sacrament

and pass the bottle round

There are poor souls

lost souls

and those with no soul at all

sitting there with a blank stare

while the roll is called

If you are ever lost

and find yourself

on this lonely side of town

come on in and catch a glimpse

of the laughing crying clown

For the price of the admission

you can bet that it's a steal

the smile is painted on

but don't you know

the tears they are for real

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Imagine living you life

as a tree along side a rocky road.

Dust filled cones, whispering groans,

foreign homes.

Innovation of man paving your road,

Paving your soul.

William E Foley

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I AM NOT INVISIBLE
Elaine Spencer

Do not walk around me

as though I am not even there.

Do not carry on conversations

without giving me a care.

Do not huddle in groups

and leave me sitting alone.

Do not label me unfriendly

as so many others have done.

If you assume I am unfriendly

then you would be wrong.

I am not invisible

I want to be amongst.

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Smile
By Rose

So close,
But so far away.

So near,
But unreachable.

I want you,
But can't have you.

Can't have,
Your Smile.

Your Smile,
I'm not allowed.

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Together
Georgine P. Clancy

The moon

the lake

the sandy shore

by the tree

you and me

knee deep water

kissing passionately

together

moving in rhythm

the moment comes

total pleasure

I lean back to scream

you follow

muffling my sound

with a kiss

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PEACE
pat vinyl

in a nutshell

we know

that not even god knows

what to do here

god is so kind

with generic eye

trained on dead sparrows

he wouldn't know

how peace is made

if we want peace

it will have to be made

by those

who have seen enough

of god's slaughter

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No Smoking
Mary

This is such a joke

You should not smoke

If you do,

pay the price

It was your hand that rolled the dice

If you smoke,

Remember it is your fate

Like a fish on a hook

but you're the bait

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CONVERSATION OVER DINNER
LISA JAMES

Around the kitchen table, with friends

Who are more yours than mine,

Friends who belong to your generation and

Your school of thought,

I catch a glimpse of the feelings

That you hide behind your calm smile.

Your few softly spoken words,

Over a meal and wine, set to the tune of Brahms,

Words that appear to merely proclaim

The innocence of youth,

Tell me more than a thousand sincerities from you

About the thoughts and feelings your heart beats.

These thoughts are ones I would never know

If it had not been for a casual, careless word to a friend.

Which showed how fundamentally different we are

And how you have left me alone.

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The Animal in Me
Derrick Sitton

There is an Eagle in me.

With feathers like a silent thunder

and eyes like a predator in the night.

It crows through me like an eagle looking for prey.

It soars like a jet through the air.

It lives in my heart

and it just makes me want to fly away.

I wish I could fly away from all my troubles.

There is a wolf in me.

It has fur as black as midnight

and it's paws are so powerful.

It howls through the tall grass in the depths of my mind.

It lives very deep in my mind

and makes me want to howl at every thing that moves.

I wish I could bite through all the troubles in my life.

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My Favorite Thing
Rebekah

The deep blue color of the sea,

Is so very pleasing to me,

So many days would I love to sit on that soft sand,

yet I'm stuck in the high school band,

I dream of a day having a house on the beach,

watching the beautiful humpback whales breach,

that day is still yet to come,

to see that beautiful blue ocean in my back yard,

would be ever so pleasing to me.

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KILLING TIME
By Jonas Wilkinson

You stare through me,

I am fake.

Not like you,

you are flawless,

in every essence,

PERFECT.

I often doubt you even exist.

Are you as real as you seem?

My love,

My fantasy,

My dream never to come true.

It eats me up inside,

It's killing me.

And I'm just killing time.

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Girl With A Red Hat
richard

Oh girl with a red hat

oh girl with a red hat

what an interesting girl

you must be;

to have chosen a hat

of such scarlet rose red

oh what are the colors you see?

as you walk down the street

as you pass by the lake,

as you open your eyes

when you wake?

oh girl with a red hat,

oh when will your eyes

come see me?

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a concert comes but every 3 months
tobi schreber

tonight we had pasta. tonight sparkled. but just

before i left i saw a young woman run into my

room, slam the door behind her and watched

her face contort ever so slowly, that sickening,

silent stifle of suppression spiraling on the

mouth and eyes. the silence before an

incredibly violent sob and i saw it i saw anguish

and anguish was ugly, ugly like high school or the

ass of a baboon. however the night was

wonderful it splintered open with

raindrops and infernos and a leafy

canopy shielding our little elf heads from it

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A common snapshot
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.

Green lightening glides,

He surmised, upon the knuckles.

The rush of it, the risk of it,

So incredible

It would magnify an ordinary life

Just where bone might smash

Or skin, perplexed by such power,

Curl back like a red sea.

There is something biblical

When a man's eyes bank fire.

His mouth begs the question

Of covenants struck with air.

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phases
TheBreathInBetween

Her beauty, soft milky skin, sapphire eyes, lucid presence,

the night ablaze humid air jerking a tear for the homeless,

phone call mothers dying fly down meet her asleep,

cries from the alleys small white eyes faint in the darkness,

peer in mirror and see straight through to the other side,

quiet machinery blazing carelessly into the twilight sky,

neon lights the perfect scene for this vision of death,

the ground giving way and i still walk, still walk,

semi-permanence is the idea tonight,

semi-existence to drink and sleaze,

women dressed to please man,

man dressed to clean themselves of women,

the fire is still alight from the day just gone,

this is no release, this is no escape,

drink there pity in gallons, shoot galleries harmless fun,

this city life is burning itself to the ground,

there is no point to evolve, just drink to pity, for the pitiful,

a women stares as she walks a secret evil in her eye,

a man sings along with a banjo shaved head hallucinating,

a sight to behold tonight,

i will never sleep again...

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WHERE
cocotte

we al make mistakes

we've all seen our part of devils in these angel towns we've all walked a long hard road of pain,

where there's no fairies in these tales.

where we all have cried,

where we have all dreamed of a savior,

where he'd teach us how to survive this hell hole.

where we want to take over our lives,

where life is no longer an option,

where pain becomes happiness, our state of mind

where our hearts dont bother searching, we want to die,

we want to end it all.

where even moving on doesn't seem possible,

where we will always live without a hope.

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Forever
Susanna Jolie

Familiar voices

filled my head and

faces masking the reaper

took over my mind and

I traced flowers

lining the box they stuffed you in.

My eyes listened to the man

at the podium but my ears

were exploding and my head

was on fire and the words

never entered my brain.

My cheeks soaked with

acid rain and my mouth was salty and

I couldn't breathe because

I didn't need words

to know

the absence of you.

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-Your Pervasive Ways-
james diaz

When I remember your face its not quite the same

It seems you've changed

Perhaps that's only natural because you went away

On that cloudy hazy morning leaving me in shame

Alone outside your doorstep just worrying about

How I was going to get home

Would I have to walk those long dreary 4 miles home

O that would be too dreadful

But I could not gather the strength to arise

And you did come out and tell me to go inside and sit down

Why sit out here in the cold so alone?

Because it was necessary for me to embrace the pain

To be accustomed to it to prepare for it

Why is it now that I remember all the times

Where we hugged and kissed and made love

So many times I remember the good times the connection our souls made

But you seem to hide things so cunningly hidden so well

Well why was I the one who bared my soul and gave you everything to see

But I see you now and then and I know you think of me and wonder what

Those thoughts are-you said I was too emotional-maybe I am because you

Affected me so deeply-that's why-because I see no shame in being true to ones self

Goodbye.lydia.

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BLIND
Bec Downunda

bodies surround me

i can't see faces

just feel them

uncomfortable movements

just hear them

tormented screams

just smell them

sweat and fear

just taste them

knowledge of death

i feel i know them

but still

i cannot see

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Hi, I am desperately trying to find someone who may know the following poem which my late mother used to recite. I stumbled across this site and apologize if it is not the correct venue for my search. Help!!!

At eve I saw a lovely scene,

High in Heaven's celestial screen,

There like a pearl on a gown of jet,

Hung the crescent moon where the sun had set.

It seemed to me as there I gazed,

That God, perhaps in a practical haze,

Had placed the star to anchor the moon,

In case it should drift from the sky too soon.

The poem is incomplete but it all I can remember.

J. Everitt ehmkev@idx.com.au

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on being alone
Heather Koch

Solitary.

Fragments of frost-edged glass,

cold to sight

sharp to touch

will make you bleed

icy tears flowing

from your chilled heart

aches swelling

deep from within

where you thought nothing

could touch you

reach you

hurt you

wound you.

Nothing is safe anymore.

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SEED OF DOUBT
Craig McCaughey

These dark dreams that stalk the night

Feeding on the plethora of souls that lose the fight

Those who give up their aspirations of their own free will

Only deepen the darkness of these nightmares still

Slowly, silently they drift into the mind

Polluting the goodness that they find

Wiping away life's very existence

From those who offer no resistance

Deep within life's core the seed is planted

There it grows and is slowly fomented

Nourished by anxiety it evolves into doubt

Who will cleanse this cancer out?

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A Part Meant For You
Emily Stevens

I find myself thinking about you

more then i should allow

you somehow sneak into my dreams

more then i should allow

there is an uncontrollable part of me

meant especially for you

as hard as i try to suppress

the part of me dedicated to you

i can't

and deep down i don't really want to

for too long my eyes have been fixed on you

they tend to occasionally stray

but they always return to you

with your deep teal puppy eyes

it doesn't matter what I'm doing

your always on my mind

it doesn't matter what your sowing

even when you ridicule me, avoid me, or even make me cry

there is always a place for you in my heart

so let it be known to you and to all even though i miss you so,

a part of my heart is meant for you

so much that you have done has changed me so

we always end up together

not knowing if i have a place in your heart

scares me from expressing my feelings to you

but know that part of me

will always love you

no matter how much i cry for the time we are apart

there is always a place for you here in my heart

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Tomorrow I will be blind
Matt Varga 2000

I can walk through my eyes

for hey are wastelands.

I can see through my hands

for they are empty.

What use are my arms

if i cannot hold you?

What use are my eyes

If I see no beauty?

Yet you are there and I am blind

My lungs feel the sickly touch of smoke,

And there you are,

Only to dissipate with the sun.

I have not dreamed until this night,

And now I live in sleep,

And there you are.

Once more I see, once more I remember,

Once more like dove you fly to my hands

And there you are.

Tonight I take a feather from your wing

for tomorrow I will be blind again.

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I Am That Kind Of Warrior
Duane M. Dodson

I am that kind of warrior

Who's never been to war.

But not because I haven't found

Some things worth fighting for.

It's just that I've found ways that will

For me accomplish more.

I am that kind of warrior

Who counters no attack.

When enemies would face me down,

I simply turn my back.

And let them shout about the courage

That they think I lack.

I am that kind of warrior

Who doesn't claim a clan.

I march with all who'll march with me...

As many as I can.

It's hard to find a battle when

Your company is Man.

I am that kind of warrior

Whom none can train to hate.

One cannot battle ignorance,

So God would have me wait,

And live my life in such a way

That some would imitate.

I am that kind of warrior

For whom some folks have fought.

And I will pass that legacy

If it should fall my lot.

But, till that time, my spear stays cold,

So that my love stays hot.

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HAIKU POETRY
Rozlynn Murphy

Anubis, a god

A god from ancient Egypt

Protector of tombs.

Animals running free

Living there life every day

Hiding from hunters

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SPEED
Trevor Marrett

Bikes here cars there

People rushing everywhere

There goes a man in a rush

Oops he has had a crash

He is okay It was only a power pole in the way

Just a little bump on his head

But alas alack his passenger she is dead

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A Child's Cry
Heather Moore

Tears drip from a child's eyes

Pain fills her whole inside

memories she begins to find

Slowly she searches for a place to confide

fear hollars and screams inside

will justice come the question she awaits each day

revenge she wonders if that will pay

how much longer can she survive

a day she awaits

a day that makes her cry

torture strikes her everyday

death would of made everything easy

together they sit

together they wait

for an answer that will determine her fate

together they cry, together she slowly comes alive

yet fear slowly kills her inside

six years, seven years, what

no matter what it's not enough

she knows that there will always be that day

he'll be released and her life might be what really pays

either way justice won't be served

from a country that puts rape below murder

how much time will a person pay

for murdering a child's innocence each and everyday

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DARK
jemail govett tearing at flesh looking for an answer to these bones the beginning was yesterday the end is tomorrow there's a lot lost in between

i was followed through dark time the noose was waiting at birth i look in to the dark my eyes feel closed

i think of my remains the smoke and flames kissing my bones and me / heavens breath my heart beating with each change of sun and moon

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ONE LOVE
By: james v.

The girl that holds my heart, tightly gripped. ripped it out my chest. Left me for some other life And now my world is all a mess. Insanity is all my mind can think, and now the steps I walk upon lead to missing links. I feel the love between us both, But I just cant seem to cope. Not to far from giving up, wont be drinking from his cup. nor break his bread, for all the things i've done and said. But if someday we walk together, on bended knee, I'll wait for her forever.

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Poetic Justice , it finds a way,

to teach a man , he has to pay.

For things he's done through out his life,

be it peace or be it strife.

We find one soul upon the stand,

his deeds are told and deaths at hand.

He kicks his feet as he gasps for breath,

taut, oiled rope snaps his neck.

When they cut him down the breath escapes,

gone to hell his soul to take.

It comes alive in a fiery pit,

Poetic Justice, remember it ....

J.L.Evans

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Reality
Sonia Rivera

The life of one person

A hero to change

A mentor goes crazy

No ones ever the same

The mother who leaves

The child goes bad

A gang member becomes

Someone that's mad

Former teachers

Go to jail

A preacher who did good

Goes to hell

Who says we're human

When I think we're a mold

Of a civilization

That's become old

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ONE"S WAY
Michael D. Yaniga

One can only truly live life,

When life is lived ones way.

Not by society,

Or by the way people have been told,

the way life should be lived.

But by the way one wants to live life.

Once one lives life in a way that is their own.

Than one will be set free,

And one and I will be me...

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It was the day after disaster

The year of the flame

Reagan through the switch

Dear God what a shame

There s bodies here, bodies there

Exposed to the nuclear sun

the smell of death is in the air

Our days are all but done

Day after disaster.

death and destruction a world of corruption

And radiation from nuclear bombs

Bone bleaching heat my future looks bleak

And soon my brains will be gone

My future looks fine and dandy

Eating lots of radiation candy

I talk to my self, feels like i'm in hell

But my future looks fine and dandy

Kevin R. Lalonde

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Kristin White

Her eyes reflect a scared little girl

Who's lost in her own little world

Not sure of what street to take

For fear of what it'll make

Unaware of why she is here

Dragging through the day and holding back the tears

Wondering if its worth living

There's only so much she can keep giving

Will the fear in her eyes ever go away

Or is her life in this hell here to stay

She'll continue searching until she finds her way

Whether this way leads to happiness or darkness no one can say.

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SAMHAIN
By P.M.DAVID

Once Open-

never closed.

Life is where,

(when we can't be found)

we are,

when we can't go home.,

a mile

can be a thousand

when you are so lost

that you can't see

where you are

or where you should be.

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Heresy
A. L. Campbell (@man)

It's a farce

Far be it from me

To fathom the force

Some call faith

And how cynical

Circles within circles

Laughing at science

Silencing all attempts

At explanation

Comedy can't comprehend

The prank

Man has pulled upon

Himself

Hands reaching up to a place

We know not where

Wisdom

What a wicked word

For it fools itself

Frightened by what

It won't attempt to comprehend

Hands reaching for a hand out

From an almighty enigma

There is sorrow

In my Sarcasm

Circles within circles

Hands reaching

For a reward in the end

And I am left

The envious one

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'The ignorance of the educated'
A. Gregson

Distorted malignant face,

In the high ranking politeness of society,

Twists of evil lurk beneath the surface,

Facial traces expose corruption and fascism,

Your stagnant mind manifests and pollutes life,

It's repulsive prejudices oozing to the surface,

Disappointment at THEIR acceptance of your ignorance,

Silenced, dumbed by the awe of your status,

Disgust rises inside me,

Hope dies as ignorance pulsates its ugly head in 'educated minds',

Anger wells up through me and takes seat in my mouth,

I will not be silenced nor dumbed into submission,

High profile combines with what you are,

Making a repulsive concoction of irrational hatred,

I unleash my wrath and strike you down,

It is the ignorance in the educated, that crawls,

Out of insect infested mouths with NO excuse.

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The Saint
Pamela Jokey

You are not alone

For I am always by your side

I'll be there to listen

And dry the tears you've cried

You were always there for me

When ever I needed you

So many times when I have failed

You always pulled me through

You are not alone

I'll protect you from the wind and the rain

To be the one that shelters you

From the things that cause you pain

You are not alone

And remember when hope seems faint

That you can count on me to be there

To catch my falling saint

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Alone
Steve Schmid

night falls

i sit alone

and wait for the sun

a new day to come

why do i look ahead?

i really don't know

the feeling of loneliness

is too much for me to bear

another day brings

another chance to be

the man i want to be

and the man i should be

I know that every night

the sun will go down

only to rise the next morning

for everyone to bask in its glory

am i like the sun?

do i rise and fall?

i feel close to what i've been looking for

and as i search along the far reaches of my mind

i sit back and dream

and wait for the sun to rise

so i can face another day

and hope that my impact

is felt all across the world

and maybe i can make a difference

just wait for the sun to rise

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Angel
Delta

She descended from heaven on the wings of a dove

And became the very epitome of perfection

She inspires sweet poetry and unrequited love

And stands alone as the object of my affection

Without her, my soul is dying

Without her, I'm turning to stone

Without her, my heart is crying

Without her, I'm all alone

For I've seen heaven and it wears a human face

She keeps a puppet string on my heart

She transcends the entire human race

The heavens created, and I loved her from the start

My sweet beloved, Claire D.

Three simple words, I love you

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Phish
Mary Burnett

Blessed glinting fire-shot breath

Adrenaline heat bubbles in our chests

A jungle of bodies, sweat-soaked, without shoes

Flitting swan flesh basking in a single soulful groove

For cells of freedom expanding

For cells of rushed concrete stifling

I cried for you.

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Altissimo
penelope la montagne

I am wet with longing

I am morning mist that dies to be sunshine

Searching each bloom for the corolla that is my mother

The sky, for the raindrop that was my sire.

My soul lines the crevasse where rivers dance

In their sleepless ambition to be beyond themselves

I sweat misgivings that here lies the way

And cry for tree, wind, or stone to say to me, yes.

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Rain
Nasheikah Bennett

Morning is grey

wet in april

we watch tear drops fall

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The Far East...
tnelson

I once was lost in a beautiful land,

hidden by jungles and sun roasted sand.

Together we were and reality distant thought,

her sweet little hands smelled of orchid and salt.

Our passion inspired by mortar and gold

as we quietly walk through temples of old.

Visions of monks and chants ancient past,

these beautiful memories will everlast...

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There is a pain in my breast

that I can't identify

but it hurts me only sometimes...

Like when I know you lie,

or when you are not there

and you are for certain not here.

You tell me half of the already stretched truth,

and I believe you with half of my already broke heart.

The other half you martyred.

Amanda Byrd

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For my husband, Bill, with all my love!

I Thought of a Place
Mrs. Christina L. Bowker

I thought of a place where the sun always shines,

Where the tree trunks are embraced by emerald vines.

Where there are pillowy clouds in a bed of sapphire blue,

Where the wind softly sings backup to the leaves songs of youth.

Where the green grass is brushed with flowers of gold, purple and red,

Where there is no rain, but tears of joy instead.

Where I need not worry about worldly affairs,

Where laughter and happiness isn't at all rare.

Where I feel pretty, and my heart is light,

Where it seems like every star is visible each night.

Where sorrow cannot claim me,

Where Love is forever true.

I thought of a place...

In the heart of you.

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14/3/00
nosingle.fall.

His beauty despised.me, fingers.

clicking mischievously.over blue bands on.

my wrist. Forget ever so.

simply the scar.on the underside.

lear. ing.cover. ing.pretend. ing.

Over for 64 days.(nobody is counting).

I need, already.skipped gaily past.

night time beach.walks.

forgetting, totally.hopless.

lying in arms of.craved dreams.

Seeping through my.eyes, stories of.

saddened worlds and.holes in the ground.

I glare.at the unb-r-o-k-e-n sky.

his saliva.dripping down my.

love bite scarred.throat.

Burn my eyes out,.please.

I have

fal

len once again.

-jen

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The magic fiddler
tom Joki

hippity dee hippity dom the magic fiddler here he come with bow in one hand

and fiddle in other. He makes every one dance even his mother.

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Those Eyes
Megan Cashion

Those eyes that look,

They deepen the soul,

Casting exorbitant stares into the moonlit sky.

They see the world in it's true shape.

They acknowledge the work of others.

Those eyes, they see things,

Enviable, so soft or dull.

Everything was meant to be,

If seen in those eyes.

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Sleeping with You
~Colee

your eyes are wide in wonder

at a girl you'd like to know

my desire burns slowly

coming fully to you

I touch your skin

I like you next to me

I like the scent of you surrounding me

I know its wrong

I know you are so bad for me

but I can't deny my instincts

I can't turn it all away

I want to lay down with you again

I want to feel your heartbeat

as I lay my head on your chest

I want our legs entwined in comfort

can't we make our fantasies complete?

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Snow of mine
Alexei

Just another winter...

One more sad winter

I really feel its touch

The clouds above

Cover me with snow

I've got too much

And I lay here wrapped up in a downy veil

I feel no coldness 'cause I'm the frost

I feel no estrangement 'cause I'm the host

I'm still alive despite of motionless limbs

And ice goes at a crawl inside my heart still pulsed

My forest fell asleep, no bird flying, no beast roaming

My nature's dream I enter to stay for thousand years

Hold me in throll, I'm yours

Dost let me come to myself

Cold darkness doth shut my eyes

I'm doom'd to see no Sunrise

I found a place I search'd for

My spirit is the purest one

My soul is re-born again

Untill the first spring rain...

The slumber holdeth me back from the awaken song

Escap'd from reality I dwell at the other side

Somehow I find the sense in the gloom ere long

And the seventh angel guideth me hither to the light

In the thicket, cover'd with leafage mixed with snow

Seek out my grave, try to find me here by the glow

Hold out thy hands into the frozen soil

Feel a presence of the dark

Kiss me deep, that's what I need

Warm up my blood and take my iced heart

Bewitch'd by a sorcerer of woods

Shackle'd with the ancient rules

The life is just snow which falleth on thy skin

In thy eyes I see the brilliance went out

So let it fall above from pitch-dark clouds

My wither'd mother-nature

Watch the snow of mine

Look at its thawing

...and let me die

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I feel like i'm in rewind

and time turning back

and space is building me up,

I am on a hillside atop a mountain,

peering over the universe,

and i can see the inevitability,

There is but time,

soon the cold hard truth will hit,

The emptiness is but fullness,

and strung between this revelation is hope,

Hope for more,

Hope for less,

Hope for love

But this whole is everything,

that which wakes us in the night,

shakes us from death,

and glares at us from behind,

Security is an illusion,

a small price for life,

Among the dead I must walk,

feeling translucent,

Chanshasha

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Everyday is the same-
ben harper

Wiping away the tears of frustration

As i reminisce of the day gone by.

But there is something strange,

I remember the morning - happy

I remember the afternoon - happy

But the evening is different.

There is no more laughter,

And there is no more happiness.

Just the heavy thoughts that hang in my mind,

Crying to be let out.

A piece of paper and a pen is my best friend-

The one and only I can tell my thoughts and secrets.

The only one that lets me have my thoughts and ideals,

And doesn't question me.

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Poem #1
Angela Hopkins

Let us go then, you and I

Into this barren world,

With sparkling thoughts and misty dreams

Into the frosty cold.

Your very essence warms my heart.

So let us go then, arm in arm

Both knowing and prepared to fight,

Our spirits high and calm.

Let us go then, hand in hand

Into the violent seas.

I promise! on the other side there's land

Of noble wishes and of peace.

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"The Glory of the Field"
By: Geoffrey Bridges

And the glory of the field shall speak to thee

Telling the tale of the many men

Who fought and perished here.

The sanguine blood in the field across the way,

Yields the crop of many men.

And the lilies grow from the field and resound

the cry of the perished ones in the field

across the way.

The tears and anger and pain

keep the soil company

and the grass grows greener, still.

Listen, and you, too,

shall hear the cry of the lilies;

the lilies weep for thee.

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YOU HAVE BEEN MY EYES THAT HAS GUIDED ME THROUGH THE DARKNESS IN MY LIFE. YOU HAVE BEEN MY EYES THAT HAS BROUGHT ME TO THE LIGHT. YOU HAVE BEEN MY SHIELD THAT

PROTECTS ME FROM PAIN AND EVIL. YOU HAVE BEEN MY SHIELD THAT PROTECTS ME FROM HURT. BUT BEST OF ALL, YOU HAVE BEEN MY HEART, THAT HAS SHOWN ME THE DEEPEST LOVE I'LL EVER FEEL. YOU ARE MY LOVE, YOU ARE MY LIFE, YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING.

NICOLE BUTCHER

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Stars beckon me to come

Please come

Please come a callen

Didn't you know? Another star has fallen

You know I would if I could

To go. I surly would

A spaceship is what I would need

A trusty steed. Yes indeed

So if you wonder why I don't go?

Just ask any banker, they always know

For to build my steed. My trusty steed

It's money I would need

But alas my funds are low

On empty my cash doth flow

Money is what I need

Money! Yes indeed

merle zoph

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A FOOL'S PARADISE
bbark

What fool's paradise this

Beating neath my breast

That I may do well to venture fare

Other than a reckless plight

Where broken hearts and shattered dreams take part

How is it to all meaningful I should lose sight

Would that I awaken far better it be

To tread the road to happiness

and see the Light smiling there.

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MY HUSBAND
Pamela D Pressley

You have been my friend, Since the day we met.

I wouldn't let go, Anyone would've bet.

I wanted to stick with you Through thick and thin.

You'd push me away, And I'd come back again.

We will always be tough And always be strong.

Even when everything is Going all wrong.

We don't let our problems Get in the way.

We talk them out And get on with the day.

Your such a nice and Wonderful man,

I always love it, When you hold my hand.

You always do things That is so nice.

All that you do Adds more spice.

We fell in love and Then got married,

This is something That will always be carried.

Always remember and Keep in mind,

A real true love Is hard to find.

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JEALOUSY
Thelma Warren

I thought I was over it

but oh how I was wrong.

God looked and saw my need.

Gave to me a new song.

He reached into my heart

and took away the pain.

Erased the jealousy.

It was to be my gain.

He showed me how to give

in order to receive.

Giving Him room to work,

helping me to believe.

His infinite wisdom

lifts scales so I might see.

The need of another

is far greater than me.

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J. G. M.
Victoria Carr

Just another soul, awaiting destiny,

Only will the future show, until eternity.

Every single passing day, lets the light shine through,

Letting me skip the time, that belongs to me and you.

Going on a journey, far away from here,

Let me take you with me, and set your mind to clear.

Enough about the future, let's go back to now,

Nearing all dimensions to stop and take a bow.

Networking my friends with others,

Moving past all objectives with very many bothers.

control feels hopeless but I'll pull through it,

Quieting my eager soul when finally can do it.

Upon a dark and gloomy hill, I often wonder why,

Eternal lies and silent cries can cause one to die.

Even though I'll never know,

Nothing but patience will show.

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A Holiday Poem!!!!
Jessica crazygirl123

It's Halloween, and we aren't even scared,

but witches and goblins are everywhere

pumpkins and ghosts are out at night,

cats are black and meow out of site,

bones are shaking, rattling too,

and kids are shouting Happy Halloween to You!!!

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"Uneasy Soul"
Calvin McChesney 2/2000

It's the witching hour, the dense fog grips the castle walls

The ancient bells do midnight toll

Angry moans echo through the long, dark corridor

Those harassing sounds of a lost, uneasy soul

Footsteps now accompany the miserable voice

Your legs feel like lead, you stand frozen with fear

Strained eyes search the veil of blackness

While the phantom creeps ever so near

Your mouth opens wide as if to scream

But fright won't allow your voice a sound

Your heart races and sweat pours

Why are there no other people around

Each second, breaths come and go faster

The hackles on your neck are raised

The evil you hear is almost upon you

All you can think to do is pray

You feel the air around you turn cold

That strange crying voice is only a few steps away

The specter is now within reach

The only words you can eek out are "Please no!"

For a brief moment your mind wonders

Why did I spend the night in this haunted place

Please Lord, let me awake from this nightmare

You close your eyes very tight, and firmly grimace your face

Just as you expect the sting of death's embrace

You feel soft fur in-circle your feet

You summon the courage to open one eye

Then breathe a most welcome sigh of relief

It was only a kitten all the while

You finally relax and sit down

The feline purrs as you stroke her slow

You feel like a cross between a child and a clown

As you return to your room with a new friend

Something behind you catches your ear

A cold touch on your shoulder, you scream

The cat scampers off, you turn, you're the only one here

You slam and lock your solid, heavy door

You are quaking to the very bone

Cover your ears and hide from the eerie noises

But you can't escape the sounds of an uneasy soul

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Wibble wobble goes the jellyfish,

like seethrough jelly on a dish.

Swissh swissh goes the sharks tail,

he caught fifty fish without fail.

Click click goes the crabs claws,

He has only his pincers, no jaws.

These are just a few of the animals that live in the sea,

they are very fascinating to you and me!!!

Teresa Turner

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I see the apprehension hidden behind those timid eyes

Trying desperately to keep the wall standing strong

I remember being like you, trying to keep everyone out....

We erect barricades to avoid vulnerability,

But in this struggle to ostracize the demons

We shelter ourselves from the good, the harmony, the love

That so many have to offer

In our attempts to resurrect the perfect defense,

The wholesome purity of love fighting for a way in,

Gets pushed aside to make way for the fear we hold inside

What are we afraid of?

Love? It's our only chance of escaping this blind tomb

The light we discovered in the smile, the eyes, the touch of another

Trying to guide us away from the dark world we constructed

We could open the gates, extend ourselves to this new feeling

Bestow to this being what we have to offer

Perhaps we could uncover what we've trapped inside this prison we assembled

But instead, we turn from them, turn from ourselves, and hide

Hide from the smile for fear it might bite

Hide from the eyes for fear they might see the truth

Hide from happiness for fear it won't last

Hide from security for fear it will fail

Hide from love for fear we might find it

Andrea Thompson

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Blackness
Anna Coppola

Where do I go when I am not here ?

I know not what tomorrow brings and I am scared

What if life has been all the good for me it will ever be ?

Will it be hard, as my nightmares are lonely and hard?

Tell me, why do I feel like my life is monotonous? Repetitive ?

Living life over and over again same things always....

I see shadows pass out in the night

Let me follow you, let me follow you to the edge that is so final

Where do you go end it all?

Felt as though eyes were pushing me harder and deeper into

the fathomless fear and beyond, why ? I AM GONE

Flashback into my brain, Don't forget to tell me all about it

Vagrant thoughts flushed into my head

Reach into tomorrow and pull out yesterday and all that is beyond

My head is full, My heart and soul are as empty as a dried up well

And I ask you, where do I go when I am not here?

Do you see the truths in my eyes,The pain crawling through my skin ?

Please as I beg ... Tell me ,tell me what I want to know

And I will believe

Lies and all....

-----------------------------------------every night i dream

of talking to you

though it could never happen

every day i wish

that you would notice

my love for you

every night i cry

'cuz i am destined

to be alone forever

every day i know

that you the one

but you have not realized

have you ever felt the way that i feel

have you ever dreamed the way that i dream

i know it's not meant to be

but i know that i must

never give up hope

Jennifer Bishop

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Crash
Alexis Skittledr

the feeling of true and complete control

while i'm swerving out of my mind

i hang on to hope

so tightly my hands bleed

and the bitter nothingness

reaches out to take me

it desperately tries to consume me

and i fear the shadows

will love me to death

while im reaching for a

prism of light that cannot

penetrate the suffocating darkness

in which i hang onto

an ever-slipping desire.

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Clouds

You live in clouds

and when you descend

What do you see?

With dark green eyes

and a dreamfilled soul

you delight my senses

and I see

your long awaited awakening

But then reality

intrudes

and falls over

your perfect feet

and of course

you tripped him

So now what?

You live in clouds

and when you descend

What do you see?

Diana

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Every time i see you i go weak in the knees

Every time i hear your voice my heart skips a beat

You send chills down me every time i feel your gentle touch

kisses so sweet

words so caring

I feel safe with your arms wrapped around me

Feeling your heartbeat with mine

Love Everlasting

Crystal Pollitt

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Indifference
Erika Lynn

Trudging through life, does anyone see how arrogance leads to suffering ?

We all think we know all there is to know about a given someone or something. Yet do we?

Does my pale and sweet and china doll face belay the hatred of the human race?

Can you judge me by the mask I assume?

Do you feel my angst and heart in ruin?

What do you see when you see me...if you see me?

Shakespeare says "What a piece of work is man!"

What a tangled mess we create like recalcitrant children unwilling to be tamed.

What a piece of work indeed.

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His Hand Letting Go
by David Koepke

His hand letting go of

the Apollo lifeline--

The fingers relax wide.

Solar rays like

rough hammered bronze

burst upon his palm.

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She was simply there, an incarnation of herself.

No longer a nexus of adjectives but pure and present noun.

I noticed the little fine hairs on her legs,

A speck of sleep in the canthus of her eye.

No longer Our lady of the Enigmas, but a girl, just a girl.

And somehow by being suddenly there like this

She made the things around her be there too.

In her, and in what she spoke, the world, the little world in which we sat.

Found it's grounding and was realized.

It was as if she had dropped a spreading drop of colour

Into the water of the world and the colour had spread

And the outlines of things had sprung into bright relief.

As I sat with my mouth open and listened to her, I felt everyone

And everything shiver and shift, falling into the most vivid of forms

Detaching themselves from me and my conception of them.

And changing themselves instead into what they were

No longer figment, no longer mystery, No longer a part of my imagining.

And I, I was there amongst them, at last.

nasz

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Death
-Luke Edwards

I stare coldly at Death's face,

He stares back at me,

I show him none of my feelings,

But my emotions he can see.

He sees no fear, regrets or sorrow,

No hopes, dreams or thoughts of tomorrow.

And so he digs deeper,

But finds only black,

He reaches out to touch me,

Then draws his hand back.

Death stares at me coldly,

As he takes his final breathe,

And I stare coldly at his corpse,

Laughing that I killed Death.

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The Hedge
By Wallace A. Zard

I'm a weed whackin' guy

I'm a lawn mowin' man

Given' lawn bags a try

Keepin' gardens spick and span

See me riding on my mower

Trimming nature with a line

Take a look at my leaf blower

You'll agree it's very fine

Steamin' up some compost

Greenin' up some lawn

Some say I'm the utmost

Dip shit, fool, moron

My mom still thinks I'm super

That's what makes it hard

She wants to grease my pooper

When I'm working in the yard

Not for foolish reasons

Not for porno cash

But in the summer seasons

Seems my buttocks gets a rash

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Love After Life
Jennifer FairLady

It was an early summer morning, I had to say goodbye,

I looked at her soft, pale body and tried not to cry.

The priest started to speak, but I couldn't here a word he said,

As i placed a dozen roses on my mother's bed.

I tried to hold the tears back with memories of the past,

But it's hard to think just two days ago was our very last.

We were laughing and smiling over something dumb,

When suddenly out of nowhere a man pulled a gun.

He was a friend of my mother's, well we thought until that night,

And i looked into my mothers eyes and saw nothing but fright.

I turned and saw the gun staring me in the eyes,

And all I could do was watch and cry.

My mother flung herself i front of me as he started to shoot,

And she screamed out "I love you".

Those were her last words,

My mother saved my life, and I will always remember hers.

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THE SHOOTING
By shannon lindsay

They were walking in the halls of their school today.

Nothing to really talk about but always a lot to say.

They did not know that today would be different

Nor did any teachers read the threatening death letter that was sent

So when second period ended and lunch began,

There were shooting sounds echoing and the students ran.

There was no place to go for no place was safe from danger.

The shooter was probably someone you knew.

Besides it is never a stranger.

So they found places to hide,

Helping others but always praying they would not be the next to die.

Soon help arrived and the school was searched.

The police were seeking for the killer that still lurked.

As time went by, the shooting did not end.

Sitting there hiding, you hoped it was not a friend.

Three hours passed and they found him at last.

He had ended his life with his own gun's blast.

Now a few weeks later, things are still hard.

You are sitting outside staring into your dead best friend's yard.

You are remembering everything the two of you used to do.

How suddenly her life ended out of the blue.

For on that very day that will never be out of our minds,

Your friend threw her life in front of you, showing a love that was blind.

Taking a bullet, she died that day,

Saving your life, leaving hers with nothing left to say.

You know you are alive because of your friend that you loved,

Who must have been sent from heaven above.

These are innocent people whose lives have been changed forever,

Because of one child's stupidity and an unread letter.

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MY CONNECTION
TYLER GODWIN

I RELEASED MY SOUL INTO THE AIR

FOR NO LONGER WILL IT BE ANCHORED BY MY BODY

UP HIGH IT WILL GLIDE PASS MY DAYDREAMS

INTO A NEW LEVEL OF BEING THAT IS.

THAT IS EYE AND I SEEN BY ONE,

ONE TIME SET BY NO CHRONOLOGY.

I A FLICKER OF A CANDLE DARKNESS ROAMS

BUT ONLY TO HEAR ITS' NAME .

I CONQUERED FEAR WITH MY NAME

FOR FEAR REALIZED THE SOUND OF ITS' MAKER

SO FROM WITHIN ME COMES THE STRENGTH

TO GIVE FREEDOM TO MY SOUL.

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Made In Heaven
B.G Dingess

When I make mistakes and falter

He is always there for me

He speaks softly in the night

He Shows me what I can be

He tells me if I'm willing

He will shape and mold the clay

Into a vessel to be proud of

Whom by the Masters hand was made

Though people may think me strange

I won't let it bother me

I'm not here to please man

I'm what the Father made me to be

He doesn't make mistakes

I'm just part of His plan

I'm just here to be a vessel

Made by the Master's hand

We all are vessels to be used

Each one made by his hands

We are to walk where he leads

We all are part of his plan

To give deliverance to the lost

To set the captives free

We are to claim no glory for ourselves

We're what he made us to be

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MEDUSA, ICE QUEEN
T. SCOTT SMITH

THERE SHE IS !

OH MY GOD, SHE'S LOOKING IN MY DIRECTION,

SHE'S STARING AT ME!

SHE HAS EX RAY VISION, AND SEES THROUGH THE

FABRIC OF MY CLOTHS;

THROUGH THE VERY FABRIC OF MY BEING,

INTO THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL,

WHERE ALL MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS HIDE.

BEFORE HER, I STAND NAKED IN SHAME, UNWORTHY

OF HER EYES FALLING UPON ME

SHE TURNS HER EYES AWAY, AND MOVES ON.

IM SCARRED FOR LIFE;

SHE LOOKS ON TO THE NEXT FACE,

SOONER THAN SHE WILL EVER HAVE THE

NEED, TO REMEMBER MINE.

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MY HAIR
MARSHA

MY HAIR IS LIGHT BROWN WITH DIRTY BLOND.

IT IS VERY LONG.. I DO DIFFERENT HAIR STYLES EVERY DAY.

I DO PONY TAILS, BRAIDS, PIG TAILS.

EVERY WEEK I WASH IT.

IT COMES OUT VERY SHINY AND BEAUTIFUL.

WHEN I DANCE LIKE CRAZY MY HAIR GOES CRAZY TO LOL.

IT REALLY DOES.

MY MOM PLAY WITH MY HAIR WHEN I AM A SLEEP.

WELL NOT ALL THE TIMES.

WHEN I GO TO THE BEACH AND I GO SWIMMING MY HAIR

GETS WET AND MY MOM DRIES IT.

MY HAIR IS VERY SOFT

THICK

I LOVE MY HAIR

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