CLONED
Robert M. Pelch
I'm the result of the sheep that was cloned.
And I have no father to call my own.
When my mother wonders why I do what I do,
I tell her that's because I'm exactly like ewe.
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this is for kate
this poem is dedicated to
the most special person i know, her beauty amazes me and the
way i feel when i am with her, i can not describe
joe foy WIS
I wish you were the sun, so I'd see you everyday
so you could keep me warm, and in my arms you could stay
in the night I still hear your words
your song comes to me like the birds
you know whatever you ask for I will give,
if you left I don't know how I would live
i don't care if Monday's skies aren't blue
cause i will be thinking only of you
when i think of the days we've been apart,
tears start to flow from my heart
you give me guidance, you give me hope
if i fall to trouble, you are there with a rope
kate you have been my strength, my love
you're more beautiful than a young white dove
thank you kate for all you have done for me, i will never be able to forget you
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Sandbox Memories
Rene Kilpatrick
Seems like only yesterday I bought you a toy truck and we made roads in the sand.
We played like we were best friends my precious little man.
When monsters came into your room at night it brought such pain into my heart
knowing I couldn't battle them so we just sat and hugged in the dark.
When the first day of school arrived the tears ran down our face knowing we would have to separate from our safe place.
Your friends have played a major role in your growing years and I must admit I miss those times I kissed away your fears.
Hugs and kisses embarrass you now because you are a teen so I sneak into your room at night and I sometimes watch you sleep, and I wonder who you will be when you become an adult with a wife and family.
My son who I proudly name Michael has turned 13 today and he continues to bless with me with so many wonderful memories from a sandbox just yesterday.
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FALLING UP
Linda McGeary
White mountain velvet night
Following moon-silver owl flight
Looking into the well of Self
I fall into the heavens.
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Witches Brew
by Barbara Alyea
Witches Brew is never new,it's been bottled a thousand years.
Its recipe paging and secret aging have brought many close to tears.
If you follow below and go slow,you can make a batch or two,
never revel our secret,,,or you know what will happen to you.
We'll take the curl from a pretty girl, the knuckles from a boy.
We'll put this mixture into a fixture and swirl it to a boil.
With guts of gators and a few potatoes, it will come up just right.
Say some disgusting words over this mess,when the clock strikes midnight.
The color of the steam,should be a putrid green.
Now, add lots of lice, about 20 mice, then stir it to a cream.
Then just set it, don't forget it, say a magic word when it starts to curd.
You'll need to find some claws of cats, Mix these in when you add the rats.
A spiders web should cover the head of a snake that has been hung.
Don't add this to the brew, til a new day has begun.
False teeth can be put beneath this maze of bubbling gruel.
Have your sister test this batch,,,,we know your not cruel.
If she turns yellow,it's ready fellow,but,she'll have a hex from the side effects.
Now this kinda punch,it ain't for lunch and should be saved for special occasions,
when your mom finds out about your sister,it's also good for abrasions.
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BEAUTIFUL STRANGER
by Walt Barger
Suddenly !
Through the open door
Out of nowhere
she was there.
Was she real ?
A ghost?
Maybe more ?
A shadow?
Flowing red hair,
beautiful beyond belief!
Nothing to compare.
The night was cold.
Shivering, shivering,
With stone cold silence,
she shook.,
from the cold night air.
Her stance, firm,
not a step she took.
Her breath, short and heavy;
bitten by the cold.
Surprised everyone, she did;
What a shock!
Eyes bold,
like a scene from Hitchcock.
Turning slowly looking all around,
checking each one, checking us out.
Fear in her eyes,
on her face was a frown.
Was she lost ?
Victim of anger, no doubt.
Her soft blue eyes melted my heart.
She moved slowly, slowly and snuggled close.
A friendship to start ?
Or just pathos ?
A kiss, a hug ?
A beautiful Irish Setter ...
stretched out on the rug.
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bushes surround me
I watch grace in
motion
sashaying
(senryu was first published by Potpourri Literary
Magazine)
Submitted by: Rich Ristow
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green tomorrow
red today
white washes anyway
black is great
blue is fate
but it is purple we appreciate
life is long
gold is here
soft gray mountains
we always hear
tonight in scarlet
we raise the curtain
reveal rose
in her peachy complexion
yellow always soft
orange always loud
indigo as fluffy as a cloud
silver moon
lights the way
in our rainbow of common day
we color all our problems away
by: eretria
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THROUGH ASTRONAUTS EYES
-A.K.
Tonight is the night I must go,
To another world of fear.
I might die against my will,
If I do,
The world must know,
That i have died for them.
And if I make it back,
It will be in the land of tomorrow.
I know that my life will change,
If I make it back.
I will not cry, I will not exchange
this task I'm about to take.
The earth needs me,
For I am the key,
To the worlds precious future.
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ODE TO MY ANGEL
Sara Adams
I dove into us with conceited naiveness:
I refused to believe that I would change,
that I could be persuaded in the wake of vulnerability,
or that I would have the ability to fall.
We kissed innocently without contracts,
we kissed with reckless abandon,
we kissed with confidence in stagnation.
Here I am became here we are,
a mighty duo threatening to become mightier,
conquering more and embracing any challenges life dares to throw.
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Title of this shot is called(0n the RUN)I had to
ask myself would I display unparallel level of poetry.That
would'nt betary the appartus I chose to use even though my
status is about to change.By the way my flavor displays all
the eminities you see on display to the candence of a delayed
rhythm. As I represent the city of watts.Where hit men have
know pity.To fulfill the propechy must a lunatick like myself
mingle around sculptured sholars dress in penny loafers and
bandanas,f*ck no.If I settle for shebert thirty one flavors
must be out of chocolate.Whichs makes me designated as the
one.Therefore hardcore mounties become frustrated.By the way
I switch dialogues like a psycho.I'm on the edge of insanity
contary to beavis and butthead the typical characters that
undertake make believe interest hoping dead issues rest in
peace.However the invasion of this body snatching ceremony
has instructed me to take yo ass on a journey.Where hoe
killers and dope dealers know what time it is.When the
millenium kicks in will sicilians neckties will take wide
eyed criminals to another level.Then procelain china dolls
start speaking in tongues around my elaborate skills must. I
fulfill yet another propechy by setting this muthafucka off
like clyde without bonnie.Horizionally this manuever ain't
shit until I collide with the best of them.Which makes me on
the run!
wms283
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Dream a Little
Mr. Doug--The Poet's Pen
Ever take the time to wish
To hope - fulfill a dream
To try and catch that rainbow
As impossible as it may seem
You have to dream a little
To keep your hopes alive
If all you want is status-quo
Your dreams will not survive
So wish and keep on dreaming
Who knows what it will do
You may fulfill what's in your heart
Your dreams may well come true
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"HATE"
Curtis Wilson
Hate is a crucial feeling that seems to go on
It's like all of your happiness is somehow gone
To some people it's funny and to others curious
But they just don't know it can get serious
Like back in Hitler's time sky was the limit
It's corrupting our world and everything in it
I really don't know if I'm filled with hate
I better find out soon before it's too late
It's like a virus that seems to spread
If it gets very serious you might end up dead
So you better watch out for hate, It's like the grim reaper
Once it gets you you're gonna go down deeper
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LOVE
peter crnogorac
she said why hold that shit
it burns through your hand
run away from it if you can
i cried for her
because i know it doesn't exist
unless you make a stand
mold it comfort it
learn on your own
then come back
and mix it with other shapes and forms
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Second Chance
Tracy McDonald
I peer outside, I look around,
Not a movement, not a sound.
Eyes look toward me, do they know?
Does my scaredness, quietness show?
The lights, the sounds, they're all so new,
To many people this is where they grew.
As for me, I am new to this place,
Not a single familiar face.
Here I start a new beginning,
Here I end the mindless spinning.
With this chance I can rebuild myself,
But can I put the past high on a shelf?
Of to forget would be so nice,
To be a new person would feel so right.
To breathe new air, see new things,
To rise from the pollution on new white wings.
With this place I am not me,
But the person I've always wanted to be.
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There once was a schizophrenic man
His alter-ego's
name was Sam
They got in a fight
And went out of site
And came back with a new friend, Dan
C1coolcat
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Status Quo Is The Category
Buckconcretions
On Wheel of Fortune car prizes
cost more than my
mortgaged home
Word puzzles are white none gray
few brain neurons
spark or groan
Pat and Vanna dress for each show
in tomorrow Vogue
fashions deluxe
I feel like a tramp watching them
unless I have rented
a tux
No answer will ever flash like
"Workers of the
world unite!"
Merv would shoot through the ozone
Pat and Vanna gasp
with fright
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Sunset
Xinwei
And here we are again
at another sunday's end
a mixture of emotions
churned into darkening sands
that were run on in the day
and bleached white hot in the heat
and now settling in the dusk
and dying at our feet
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FATI -1
I.D.SYCAMORE
We should protect what happened in the past.
The rise of mankind sacrificed halfhands
Through the ungoverned dinosaur's lands
The hours spent with making wolves to dog
The fired fingers on the healing rock
The magic of the voices, the survival will
The first man-other killed
The rest grand-father last.
We should foresee the past.
A thousand alphabets
All "A" for Adam "B" for bed
Predicting women up to "Z".
For our past the "O" dept.
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-My Shadow-
Amanda Mizel
You follow me through thick and thin,
You follow my soul, you hold my heart in one.
I need you, without you I wouldn't see my future.
Every step of the way,
Your there to follow my heart.
Each step I take, your step is the one I hold. It's a mirror image of what I do, it follows in every move I make.
For the light you sparkle, in the gleam of an eye, but for when the sunsets you disappear into a cloud of darkness,
without you I'm not a person,
your something special.
It's a fantasy to follow someone so close as I, it's a tender tear drop of love,
that's why we are united,
we are one,
you are my shadow!!!
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THE LINE
D Jonathan Haslett
I see the border with its soft bricks
Sometimes I feel I approach only to withdraw
My center questions the excursion
Does this have real meaning, or mere lightness of purpose?
I feel as one with an isolated vacuum
The other participants choose to break bread away from my table
My gravity dissipates, but many others cannot lift their "routine laden" boots
Nor
Wish
To
Do I really want a traveler with me?
It's the line, the line, that worries me
________________________________________
(Have I crossed and don't know it?)
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YOU CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER
--Rob
Litavec
To every first, there's a last,
To every future, there's a past.
To every left, there's a right,
To every day, there's a night.
To every death, there's a life,
To every husband, there's a wife.
To every "Hello", there's a "Good-bye,"
To every laugh, there's a cry.
To every beauty, there's a beast,
To every more, there's a least.
To every wrong, there's a right,
To every shadow, there's a light.
To every weak, there's a strong,
To every short, there's a long.
Like every child has a mother,
You can't have one without the other.
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LOST
~Dave R. Doran
Into my lover's eyes do I look,
and yet see nothing.
The sun once did shine forever bright,
and those birds whose wings know no bounds did fly still;
but alas,
what world is this now no mortal can say.
For when God be so unjust as to break these chains
neither rope nor steel can boast of,
joyous is not the one whose heart was crushed.
My lover lies asleep;
and I, with heavy heart, do sorrowfully fail
to discern vivacious life within blue eyes.
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A Dream-
SilverHand
Angel, show me what your eyes have seen,
Whisper the sounds that you may hear,
Guide me through my twilight dream,
And promise me that you will be near,
Angel, the heavens above bear witness to us,
Take me there, a far off land,
Your hand in mine, a bond of trust,
The glass is broken, I've spilled the sand,
Angel, I saw a shadow caress your face,
Why do you deny me the joy of your smile?
Tell me please, have I fallen from grace?
Do I deserve in some way this sad denial?
Angel, why do you run from me?
I fear our time has gone,
May I ask a kiss from thee?
Before the first rays of Dawn?
Angel, I have seen the world through bright, young eyes,
The sounds you whispered fell on my ears,
Still powerless are we, for the dream now dies,
And I will awake with my pride, and my fears,
Angel, why have you left? Where have you gone?
I have hurt you, or so it would seem,
Perhaps we will meet, before the next dawn,
During the next night, in my next dream.
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Rain
By Holly Gresko
When the rain comes
The past will be gone
Memories Lost
We will have to move on
I'm afraid of the rain
Do you want to know why?
No one ever taught me
How to say goodbye
I'm frightened of future
Scared of change
So whatever you do
Please don't let it rain
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Empty Sunsets
Kenna N Granger
Have you ever sat with me on the grassy green hillside
overlooking a city of stars?
Have you ever seen the fiery red sunset that singes the
earth as it collides the hills?
Have you ever seen that sunset I watched with out you?
Do you ever feel me in your heart as I sit there and wait
humming a mournful dirge?
Does a urgent terror overcome you when you know that I am all alone?
Do you ever feel the need to hear my voice beating against your ears?
Or maybe to see my face just to touch it to make everything seem real?
Have you ever wanted to see the fiery red sunset with me?
Have you ever sat with me on the grassy green hillside
overlooking a city of stars?
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Each line of the following poem is an anagram
of "Diana, The Princess Of Wales"
David
Bourke 1999
Diana, The Princess Of Wales
Charles passionate, we find,
Pains to end, as Charles' wife.
So with a fan, is dancer Sleep.
Wasn't paradise chosen life?
Sad faces, new relationship,
Oh dear! Pass. Life wasn't nice.
Finished, Palace now assert,
As pals sin, end The War of Ice.
Leadership now fascinates,
Self-worship a satanic need.
Fate: Handle weapons crisis,
She was an icon. Strife? - Plead.
Hasn't a life - escape Windsor,
Hearts confess - pained wail.
Windsor Castle's a fine heap,
Now fit in a cheap dress sale.
She fled at once...was in Paris,
She was to die in France's lap.
Life, it ceases...and now, harps,
A swain lies: Rest, one D.F. chap.
Tops in fire: She was a candle,
In the wind, fearless as a cop.
Elton's fans award his piece,
A near-new life, as his C.D.'s top.
Fascination: Press heed law,
A slap saw sheer fiction end.
Headlines now praise facts,
- Was she not a special friend?
A swift escape...on her island,
Wish of a land: Rests in Peace.
So what? - Spencer's final idea,
Was "Finance Althorp", Di sees!
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Rose Serendipity
Kellie Collins
He smiles as he hands it to me,
into my awaiting grasp.
A single rose, the color of blush
Not yet fully blossomed its tender petals
curve underneath my touch.
My fingers entranced by its softness
longed to explore further
As I noted its bare beauty.
Velvet limbs,
Silken slick leaves
I let in a breath sharply
Hands expand in shock
As crimson appears and forms beads
SCORNED
by the given display of affection
By my sweetly scented gift.
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The Decision
kenandrosita
In early winter's windswept
Landscape,
Cold and blustery
She stood at the
Door
Thinking a thought
Unlike any.
It melded into
Her Consciousness.
But she
Knocked anyway.
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"All it Brings"
Jon Simcic
With so much things
Going on in my life
Drama is all it brings
Like a backstabing knife
The past couple years
I seen the other way
Shed a couple tears
But laughed the next day
Mixed emotions all the time
That's how its been lately
During my life of crime
So that's what I get
For dealing with so much things
Drama and mixed emotions
Is all it brings
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The Preachers fiery voice.
Church felt holy.
Behind me ,the Devil.
She was breathtaking.
Overwhelming lust.
She quietly asks outloud
any
devils here?
My mind answers her.
yes,me.
I'm a
devil.
dane
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NO BOY FOR ME
-Lizzi
If i were to count the times that I have been alone
I'd see that most of the times were in a crowd.
Everyone else had someone watching them, and someone for them to watch
But I was the one watching him and he did not reply.
I heard him tell stories and watched him impress other girls
But not once did he see me.
The one boy who does watch me...I'm a dream for him.
I take college classes while he's still in gym.
But at least he watches me...
If only the other boy could see me...
if only He saw me smiling at his jokes
If only he saw me blush when his eyes....oh, he's got fantastic eyes
I can't take this anymore.
I know there's no boy for me.
The one I want leaves me in unrequited misery.
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psycho-factor
unknown user
I look at my hand...
I write this poem
my fingers move by their own
I know they do
I'm not moving them
because I don't exist
my body is moving along
breathing, thinking, living
analyzing, evaluating, synchronizing
who am I?
what am I?
Why can I wonder those things?
the proof is that I don't exist
life has spread its way trough universe
the time being witness of that
oh, great time! I owe you my non-existence
who else, but you has made life go on
nobody invited her, tough.
she's so generous
so powerful
so cruel
so vain
and I am a rock
a living rock
the rock that moves
thinks
but is only a rock
I don't exist
my soul isn't here
because I'm a rock
I just wonder
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Mentor or Madman
October 6, 1999
Kenneth Robert
Harrison
Not just a poet or a rock star, but a mentor
Relating with every word and song illustrated,
His affliction is abstruse in his computation,
Nobody contemplates existence like "The Lizard King"
In a time before my existence,
He still inspires my every thought, relating with his anguish,
Pain so deep rested in the foundation of all my essence,
Inspired to stare at a madman with an intelligent outlook,
Madman or genius
Both on a part of understanding the other side,
The music behind his words were genius,
The madman had to deliver the unknown,
Testing the boundaries of existence, living in the shadows of The Other Side,
Almost forty years of inspiration through his words in poetry, and song
Still bordering souls, Chief Mojo Risen will never pass on,
Admiration in the next Chimera,
Stipulation in "The World on fire"
Wondering wanting,
I have felt the pain the loss of heartache,
The search for "Mandella"
"Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality.
I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: curiosity".
Curiosity defies phobia,
Fear from living,
Fear from dying,
"I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go.
I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...
I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it.
Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it."
The first song introduced to me,
Riders on the storm, I felt his reflection.
I was timid,
Now harmony through my gift of word is his!
Unlike the pain.
Mine through his intentions,
I realize.
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Lay your head on my chest, and put your hand on my
heart.
Written By Charles N. York Jr.
Say Lady of mine, beautiful and elegant like a fine
crystal wine.
When the world is on your shoulder's
transfer that burden to mine's.
For I am your man, my back, and my soul should be much
stronger.
I can carry the weight, of stress, the
household, and finance's a lot longer.
When I look in your eyes, I know I am still in love with
you.
Anytime, anywhere, I will protect, defend and always
be true.
With music softly playing, all I have been saying from
the start.
Lay your head on my chest; and put your hand on
my heart.
Sometimes life is good, and sometimes life is cruel and
bad.
But you are always a perfect lady even when you are
mad.
Every day I lift my head to the heavens, and drop to my
knees.
To thank and praise the almighty for providing you
to me.
Pass it on; pass it on release let the problems of the
past flow.
Because if your mind's behind how far in the
future can you go
With music softly playing, all I have been saying from
the start.
Lay your head on my chest; and put your hand on
my heart.
I am a poor man's son, from the wrong side of the
tracks.
I will keep you pleased, because I have it like
the Mack.
Never will I give up, never ever going to stop loving you
or quit.
I am your true soldier, and quitting just isn't
my type of click.
So all I am hollering is a little something a Marvin Gaye
song.
Time and time again for the rest of my life, let's
get it on.
With music softly playing, all I have been saying from
the start.
Lay your head on my chest; and put your hand on
my heart.
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Growing
Sherrie Baird
I once was little,
shy and bathed with innocence,
I spent time coloring and asking questions,
but with the blow of years,
It's gone with a modest wence.
I'll never be that young, like long ago
daddy's little girl is gone forever
Why did I have to grow?
I want to be young once more,
with the dirt on my knees and the sun in my eyes
Why did my world have to change
Why now do I know I smother my cries?
Why can't we go back again?
If only my innocence hadn't died
I could change all of my ways
I wouldn't chastise myself when I cried.
Why does growing older seem to come with sin?
I want to laugh, color, and play
Why can't I just be five again?
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Elapsed
The door behind him
Slammed heretically
Eternal
Bulldozing my boulders
To pebbles
by: amazohn
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"I will"
C.J. Cash
How long can I go on like this?
My arms can only reach so far through these confining bars.
I want to step back and dwell in a remote, dark corner where nobody but myself
can step into.
I've said all I can say but it's just not enough.
I often sit in that house.
The house in between reality and my feelings for you.
Only the sky seems as empty without the sun as I do without you.
There are so many roads, trials, and tribulations that I must complete but I am
stuck here, by choice, and I cannot take a step forward.
I will wait.
My life may end only half complete, so be it!
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Love
al0141al
a feeling to express in no limits, no restraints
to hold love in ones arms is to be at peace
to exist in a state of total understanding
love is not binding
it gives rest to the soul in ways men will never recreate
to be in love is to know no binding cords
to live in a vacuum of love he will stop at nothing to please his companion
if he were asked he would lay down his own life
i may never know this
the love of a woman is more precious than life itself
to die in the act of protection is nothing but duty
is it knowledge of love that keeps man from doing the logical
is it time to understand that the meaning of love is endless
to hold peace is to live in it's glow
it is not out of reach, not to far to go
life without love is not life but existence
the purity of love is unimaginable to man
he may try to rationalize it but he will fail
the holiest of all emotions, may man never deny or destroy it
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December's Tears
Adriene Booth
Prepared to rest, lay still my James
to become of the earth
to blend with the rain.
Mother Nature's gentle hand
had slapped me in the face
when I learned that my first love
had travelled to a lonely place.
Stars, never seen again,
by his lovely eyes,
his lips never touched again
despite my bitter cries.
Petals sleeping on the ground
marks the place my Love is found.
And when the cold wind sobs his name,
please know my James is cold but safe.
And though December's sun is gone,
in it's place, his love shines on.
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Escape to Freedom
Sandra Araujo
Organ of sight depleting away
Your sanity falling apart
Framing pictures in your eyes
Esoterically rewinding to the start
Desirably await for the lust of death
Roaming within one's soul
Ready to emerge at the moment
You get stuck in the hole
The needle bursts through the skin
Chasing internally the scarlet pain
For once you begin to see
There is eureka to the things to gain
Wet tongue gluttonous for more
As the tasteful flesh awaits
Cessation is obscure
The seat of passion contemplates
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Once Passion Kissed Me
-Victoria Fortune
Once passioned kissed me on my tender lips.
Lingered lightly upon my breast.
Raised the cup of endless bliss,
and asked of me to forsake the rest.
The question needn't have been asked.
My soul had already been undone
Naked in his glory, I trustingly basked,
and generously gave "me" to only one.
But passion and love are a fickle friend.
They so easily come and go,
and even if the Gods promise no end...
Abandonment is our hearts greatest foe.
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NOSFERATU
bluLyon
They scream at the sight of you
they fear the very thought of you
eyes as evil and black as
the deepest pit of hell
a face so monstrous
they cower even at your shadows
no man has ever lived to tell
of your wrath
yet, when you love
you're the epitome of gentility
the very soul of romance
you give your heart so completely
to have your heart is to have
the fierce protectiveness of your embrace
it is to bask in the wondrous light
of your strength
cause' when you love
you're the Romeo of all Juliet
ever ready to give all for one true love.
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Someone...
Jennifer Allen
Someone cared..
about me enough
to be there
even when it was tough
Someone worried..
about me so much
to call and see how i was
and came by to feel my touch
Someone thought..
about me for just a minute
and got me something
that i had mentioned
Someone shared..
about me to a friend
and I felt special
like this feeling would never end
Someone talked..
about me all the time
to anyone they could
so that's not a crime
Someone forgot..
about me
locked the door
and threw away the key.
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TO YOU, I GIVE
--IVOREE A ROBINSON--
ONE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND, THE BEAT OF YOUR HEART.
OH TO HEAR OUR HEARTS BEAT AS ONE.
TO LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AND KNOW YOUR LOVE.
YOU ARE MY ANGEL WHO FELL FROM THE SKY. YOU ARE MY DESTINY.
FOR YOU I WOULD GIVE UP ALL MY EXISTENCE.
I WOULD GIVE UP ETERNITY.
I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN, TO LIVE WITH YOU IN HELL.
I WOULD GIVE UP MY HAPPINESS TO WISH YOU WELL.
OH, TO KNOW HOW MUCH YOUR LOVE FOR ME GOES.
TO KNOW MY PRESENCE IN YOUR LIFE COMPLETES YOU.
FOR THIS, I WOULD GIVE YOU MY HEART AND SOUL.
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The Destiny
Farouk Al-Timimi
Alone,
In my memories' home
I'm looking for what's gone
Alone,
Having some painful thoughts
I, am feelin' lost
I'm actually lost
And I,
Am always followed by the ghost ...
The ghost of death .
Alone,
Missing you
And your
Sentimental touch
So much
I do know that
Without your blue eyes
Through greatness I won't rise
Now,
I'm getting deeper and deeper
Into today's diabolic philosophy
Where the God is the money
And the poor slave is me
Then comes the final judgment
My spirit'll be lost
In the dreams' coast .
Who's right
Who's wrong
Am I an idiot
Or the leader
Of a great fight
Because of your rejection,
I'm alone under the rain of night
And I can't breath any light
Where's, the future considered bright
Where's, the hope you call might
You know what,
I'll never touch a ray of light.
With my hand
I write and write
But with your hand
You always fight
By inventing the idea
Your money's getting high
Your cover's the ideal
Your inside, is to lie and lie
So, where can I find the light
What I know,
Is that I don't know
Why, did She kill me
Why, am I so " crazy "
And why am I forced to be Iraqi,
Who's wanted around the world,
Because of a crime he didn't commit
Why, are you all the day screaming
Don't you have in your heart
Any love feeling
Don't you care about my life
That you've been destroying
Isn't it so strange
That I'm all the day crying
The Humanity and the UN
Are looking for solutions
Death's no solution
But finding happiness
In my situation
Is nothing but an illusion
Thoughts after thoughts,
I'll never get a conclusion
Cause I'm in a world
Built with the power of the sword
After all, I've got the last word,
My heart's the sun of love
Even if its cover's so sad
My heart's the center of power
Even if your world would be better
If I was dead
One thing won't die
One thing'll survive
That's my love to you
Who's obscured by the cell
Of your blue eyes' unique hell
In the land of heroic Gods
My glorious crazy spirit
Will always be
And that's the end,
Of my legendary odyssey.
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BELOVED
Linda McGeary
You rip me open, a seed from its husk,
like water, swelling seed to new life
you inhabit me, pressed down firmly in the
earth of your love in gleaming moonlit dusk.
Like a hidden treasure trove, you lift
the lid, I spill out, open for the world
to see, that I've become you and you've
become me in the burning waters of Gift.
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Angel Wings
Emily Farrend
Special priceless angle wings lie next to me in bed,
hardly ever touched.
Each feather placed so neatly.
The body they come with is a man whose eyes are closed.
Long soft eyelashes make his whole face unique.
His lips are of a soft rouge color and his nose is smooth.
He is very muscular, wearing just a pair of silk boxers.
I am afraid that if I touch him he will break.
Each hand contains a black weaned ring which has a shell attached to it.
This fascinates me, I am so graced and lucky to have been presented with this
sexy sweet lovable angel. I will take great care of him since angels are
fragile. I kiss his soft lips and he awakes, like he knew he would arrive here.
To be with him I feel overjoyed and free. Our hands touch and lock,
we are one.
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I went on thinking I would make it
turned away, thought that you would take it
had things more important
more important then you
I was left out in the open
In the open without you
How could I do It?
How could you take It?
I turned away
and thought I would make it
You gave me signs along the way
I shrugged them off and went on with the day
I should of known that it was you
i should of known that you would be true
Thanks God
for all that you do
next time I'll know
Know it was you.
pothole83
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TO CAPTURE A RAINBOW
-Christopher Chineduh
The clouds fill the sky
while the rain runs away.
The rays shine down from above
and the child's at play.
Capturing a rainbow
is not easily done.
It first takes three
before it becomes one.
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The Devil's Rue
Claire
Heather Rose had never known the Devil's rue
her innocence was still behind a child's lighthearted smile
as she danced with painted butterflies through sunlit Summer's dew
Her laughter unrestrained as her tongue caught raindrops as she flew
with youth's borrowed wings above a sweet perfume's enchanted isle
Heather Rose had never known the Devil's rue
Time passed for Heather as it does without affection or adieu
but Heather Rose never seem to notice or consider time worthwhile
as she danced with painted butterflies through sunlit Summer's dew
Then one forlorn day the sky grew black, and the Sun withdrew
and the butterflies fell as colored snowflakes into a still and lifeless pile
Heather Rose had never known the Devil's rue
Her steps became slow and somewhat shaky, and her eyesight quite askew
time had stole her youth as the Devil did with satisfaction and beguile
as she danced with painted butterflies through sunlit Summer's dew
Now the butterflies have playfully returned and another child they woo
flittering carelessly over forgotten footsteps of a girl and her denial
as she danced with painted butterflies through sunlit Summer's dew
Heather Rose had never known the Devil's rue
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My true Love
Andrew
Only my true love can break this heart of stone
I fear with out my love I stand alone
No one to be with me when I cry
No one to morn me when I die
For without my love my life is less
But with me love my life is bliss
Fairer then any flower in the garden high
Sweeter then the stream that passes by
I search for this love of mine
And to find her I would cross each and every line
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The magical marriage
Stephen Flynn
Soaring through the air
locked in harmony
firmness surrounding in amore
we sped
through the heavens
in our hermetic vessel
suspending in deep space
spreading like an open flower
to receive the rays of the sun
our seed joins in wedlock
rises from our midst
hovers, welding, combining
forming
a new soul.
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Remember?
Aaron Conklin
It started with love, and ended with your final breath.
It started with life, and ended with your only death.
It started so innocent, and ever so sweet.
It started in passion, and ended in heat.
The evil inside could not be contained.
The evil inside would not be tamed.
The evil inside emerged with such force.
The evil inside was hellish and coarse.
I wish it were all just an unwanted fantasy.
I wish it were all just an old memory.
I wish it were all just a vision from hell.
I wish it were all just a kingdom that fell.
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Soul Searcher
by J.Philip Fraccalvieri,
III
That awful night... A terrible accident
He lay in a coma for almost three months
coming out barely alive
With seemingly nothing to live for
I wonder what made him survive
He lost his eye, lost his wife
Lost their son-- the joy in his life
He left his teeth in the pavement
with blood on his hands and on the ground
Look carefully, you may see the memory of his pain
crouched behind the guardrail-- afraid of being found
And there is where he left his soul
trying to get back home
trying to make its way back to him
and so his soul does roam
Back to the world it remembers
Back to the man it's bound
believing that when it reaches him
all will be safe and sound
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The Toast of the Heart
Cassandra Olander
Her long blond hair,
shiny as the silver moon.
Eyes as dark as the night sky,
with star as pupils to cascade over the universe.
Her hand is of a delicate nature,
her fingers,
soft,
as if she bathed in lotion.
A sea of roses,
her skin was light but fierce.
Her full red lips,
a permanent cherry lollipop mark.
Her naked toes leaned out of the bubbles,
her arm exposed as she reached for the flame.
Candlelight can be dangerous,
it is her toy.
The fire licked against her skin,
she massaged it around her neck.
Deep in passion and desire,
that's when she entered the room.
Dressed fully in satin attire,
her short brown hair stood out even more.
With rose petals in her hand,
she let them fall all over her lover's body.
Entering the tub as if the first time,
Her nose rubbed up against her cheek.
Kissing her lips softly....
The wine was poured.
The toast of the heart,
Their forever burning love.
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"the world's freak"
-casper s.
taylor
come one come all
see the slain broken heart
battered and ripped apart
weather torn and black from pain
open for all - take what you want
i can't fight anymore
i've succumb to the methodical suffering
of a world that craves love yet
will never understand it
here's a piece for you
and you
and even you
do what you want with them
i am oblivious now to the worldliness of love
and the passions that wear shattered pendants
of falsehood
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LOVE AND LOST
By:Kristen J. Hughson
What is this heartbreaking news?
Why Was I left with such pain?
Why did you leave me mother?
This hole in my heart I can't contain.
It hurts to tell me you're not coming back
For I am heartbroken that's a fact.
The things you said
Was quite misled.
I was hurt
You would be too.
So far so long
I say farewell
So much I have to say in a wishing well.
Why must you hurt me oh boo hoo
That is why I have love and lost you.
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A sad difference
Andaann
We are all people but not the same
We are all in this game
Why do we turn our backs and walk away
Can't you see that we could be free but you and I can never be
It's hard to see the fatal fight that is against the blacks and the whites
Why aren't you different, Why aren't we the same
I won't try to fought it because I will just go insane.
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Loving You
Lesa Henry
Dark was the night
cold was the ground
the heat from your body
stronger than the sun
twilight of the gods
glimmer of gold
the loving you gave
slowly unfolds
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It was a time of november
a moment that has never
last
I saw you with my fearful heart
I feel into the
blankness
For the strawberry has fallen seeds
it still carries
on but with few
I, me with this storming shadow
has loved
you
although I FEAR
My bed has many secrets under it
and this is why I
fear
my heart a opened tomato
and yet you still do not
hear
so many want to carry this banner all except for
you
turn up the speaker my love
AND THEN YOU WILL HEAR
ckkoolkat
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Seeking out the desire to be perfect / The desire to be everything to everyone / To win for you / To be the best for you / And I feel sick / Sick with the motions of the earth /
She spins / I spin / She shakes / I shake / This is no longer in my control / You have all these dreams for me / You have all these demands of me / Demands and dreams I can't fulfill /
And I try so hard / So hard to please you / To be the sun to you / To shine on everything in sight / But I'm not the sun / Maybe more like the darkest rain clouds /
The ones that bring hard rain / The ones that flash fear with lightening / The ones that scream with thunder / I'm the kind that cries with the wind /
The ultimate destruction / The type of sky that prevents you from smiling / So you see I am not perfect / I am perfectly flawed / Flawed in every way /
Sick with flaws / Flaws I can't fix / And as for the flaws I can fix / They will never fix me / They will never make me perfect / Not for you / Not for anyone /
It's never enough / Never enough for the likes of you / For your standards / The ones you expect me to obtain / The ones you want from me / I can't ever be perfect /
Not perfect for you / Not perfect for anyone
Note-To the likes of a people that will never be satisfied.
-Jennifer Hoyt
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Shadows of Love
Bmojob
Torrential fires burning within my soul, feeding from the tinder of my hopes
Torn down from their epic glory and bound with the evil of depressions ropes
I find that I wile away the hours in grim malicious pensiveness of times gone by
And how life's dreams betwixt now and then have turned around and gone awry
This life no longer seems so sweet, denied with the sensitive touch of her pale hand
And I feel like my hopes for the future slip through fingers like golden red sand
I see the red fullness of her lips and I feel my soul turn darker with the thoughts of leaving
my heart burns with fires of rage; the ship of my mind is bound for a voyage with decks heaving
The crew of my noble mind is bucked by the uncontrollable anger of the sea's angry swell,
With half of them loving her still and the others, in angry mutiny, wish her to the pits of hell
How strong the love I have for that rose among the lily's and violets of the world around
How ravaging the hate I feel for that dark siren who drew me in with her musical sound
And as I sit here in a room so far away from the one whom I want to caress
I can not help but stare in silent wonder whether this is what it means to obsess.
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Death creeps upon my withering
Kisses
The wondrousness of death crept through my mind
as I sit alone in hollow darkness with echo from behind
I've driven out of calm mind from the screams I hear
Hell I am hearing and almost all the way there
Feelings of souls toying with my thoughts
The great life i had once before might as well be forgot
nothing now, but pain and sorrows i feel everyday
Is this a sign that death is on the way?!?!
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You
This is for you
Josh
Gina
You were my first
You were my best
I was inexperienced and stupid
I regret the things I did
I think I have cried all my tears
Only to find the pages I hold
Are becoming wet as I weep yet once more
I dream we could make it work again
I know this dream is but a lie
I love you still, I know not why
My love is not returned
I love him too, and he loves me
Still i wonder,
"Will I ever have another chance?"
"Why did I throw the first away?"
and "What if....?"
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MY ANGEL
katie
When I first saw my angel i knew it could be true, that my angel would come for me and he would be you.
Whenever I need my angel he'll be there in a flash, he never sits and dwells on things he forgets my past.
My angel brings me happiness, and always shows me love, he'd never lay a hand on me not a single shove.
My angel is as sweet as candy and has a heart of gold, he cares for me the way I care for him and I know he's mine to hold.
The feelings that i have for my angel I always get returned, for all the support he gives to me my love is what he earned.
I have you to thank my angel for the way I am today, you showed me truth and held my hand all along the way.
Your generosity and forgiveness never let me down, your the only one who can make me smile even if I frown.
So come with me my angel and live your life with me, we can make it because I know my angel was meant for me.
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