THE KEYS
Kayleigh Michelle
I'm surrounded by strangers what can I do??
This never would've happened if I'd taken the keys from you.
You went wild at the party you looked like a fool.
You thought the beers you drank made you look real cool.
The last thing I remember was your hand across my chest.
You tried to stop the car, I know you tried your best.
Then the screeching of the tires, flashed my life before my eyes.
We didn't even get to say our very last goodbyes.
When all of it was over I wondered what went on, all I could here was
"We've lost him, he's long gone."
Just then I felt them lift me up and and place me on a bed, the sirens started
going and thoughts ran through my head.
"What had I done I let you drive, it's my stupidity or else you'd be alive!
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A Dog is gone
Uwe Wolf written for the dog
Toja
Wide open eyes looking at me
Tears running over my face
I am hearing the last breath
I am hearing the last deep sigh
The dog is dying in my arms
I am taking the dog away
My tears dropping on his body
I say the last bye
Thank you for being always my friend
Thank you that you was
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Alto As Always
stevencollins69
Yes, i would agree with the statement.
It is a necessary part of the human intellect.
A fundamental part of human intuition, certainly.
yes, i would agree with the statement.
Expressed needs by many individuals, not concerning latent need which is polar opposite.
As the world, i agree with the statement.
Many people live on my beds and shores.
No, as an individual, i would tell you that i disagree.
People: alto as always, forever it will remain a central tendency.
Alto. Alto. Alto. Alto.
Listen to me. Why don't you listen at all?. My head hits the ground.
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Filter and Orange Peel
Luke Sykora
Without the silence of a mouse,
Nor elephant determination,
Please disregard the bestial impulses;
Through a filter, as it were.
Step not on even fallen leaves,
Nor the orange peels,
Which are our mothers and mistresses,
And create stars.
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Incomprehensible
By Kenisha Merriweather
She has round birthing hips, but no babies
She wants nothing, but everything belongs to her
In this dusky evening breeze, I watch her
from the front stoop, stirring in the kitchen
incomprehensibly
She sways out to the screen door, wipes her brow
with the soft back of her work calloused hand.
She pushes the door open gently and brings me
a cup of coffee.
"You know, you make the best coffee in Tennessee, girl?"
"I must! Why else do you crowd up my front porch every Sunday?"
There's no twinkle in her eye as she turns to go back in
She's probably hot in that house, and
incomprehensibly
I'm out here in the breeze, cool and lazy.
I motion her to sit down
"Take some pressure off them pretty little feet, girl."
She looks . . . annoyed? And she glides inside
Her stiff back says "You're takin' liberties, sittin' on my front porch and ordering me around."
Her hips slide together under the worn cotton of her dress to an
incomprehensible
rhythm that reminds me that "I ain't got no rights to her," that "She too much for me"
I know it, 'cause I've sat here a hundred nights
before. I got a job some times, and the money lasts, most times, but we don't
go no where. I just sit outside her stuffy house on her
dusty front porch, eat her food and drink her coffee, and every time, I leave.
I blow smoke out my nose and puff again on my cigarette, running a finger around
the edge of my coffee cup.
Not MINE . . . HERS, hers that she
incomprehensibly
lets me touch with my lips. I cock my ear in her direction
hear her pouring another cup. She suddenly appears
at the door, her door, bumps it open with her shoulder and
sits on the bench, as far from my perch on her porch as it is possible to be and still be
in the same town. We don't speak, slurping hot coffee on a hot night in the Tennessee foothills.
I blow out the last of my cigarette and throw in into the dust a breeze stirs.
She comes up behind me
incomprehensibly
just as I get up to leave. "It's about time Ah left. See ya 'round, gal."
I hear her cup clink against mine . . . hers. She
stops when I'm halfway down the walk. "Wait a minute, boy."
She sways to the door, props it open with her hip. "Bring in those cups, will ya? I'll cut you a slice
of my sweet potato pie."
I can taste it.
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Fear of Fate
Tommy Layton
What lies past the shattered glass
So many pieces everywhere, pulling me toward without a care
Pickup one, finish it off, for time ticks fast on fates clock
Everyday ends so hollow, in my depression, I soon shall follow
Follow, the same routine day after day
Slowly feel your energy decay
Always tired, I don't understand why
Every new blow on the birthday candles, is a wish that I would die
Steady pace, is all I ask
but keeping up can be a tedious task
Always changing, my faceless mask
In the mirror I look, I see a hack
A spoof of everything, with a touch of me
Always in motion, I want to flee
But in my darkest hour I clutch tightly
Just because I know, if I last out torment
I too can shine brightly...
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A perfect enemy
Meghan Curtin
Don't you hate
the friends who were perfect in every way?
Then decided to break your heart and wash the trust away?
The sleepovers, parties, gossip through the night,
All ended in an instant, without a clue in sight.
She played that guy you knew you'd never get,
Wore your leather jacket and returned it sopping wet.
Turned your friends against you, laughed right in your face,
Stole your only dollar and nicknamed you "disgrace"
She broke your favorite necklace, read your diary fully through,
Lost your best friends poodle , and ruined that friendship too.
How do you hurt som1 who seems to have no heart?
Get back at them, rip them open and tear their lives apart?
I lie upon my bed and cry 4 a final time,
Then stand upon the catwalk and balance on the line.
I made up my decision and chose to end my life,
Let her live with all that guilt which caused my stress and strife
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I am a Tiger watching the sunset
beautiful and free
Watching what lies ahead
wondering what I will be
Roaming through the land
looking for what I need
I am only me
I am my only breed
Vin
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You don't understand
You don't understand what you did to me
I mean come on you took my virginity
You said it wasn't a one night stand
It almost seemed as if you had it planned.
The whole night you knew I was drunk
But you didn't care you still acted like a punk
I didn't feel a thing that night
that was a sure sign to say something wasn't right.
The first time is supposed to be so romantic
After the incident I was in a state of panic
I asked myself "What have I done?"
The guilt weighed on me like a ton.
I blamed myself at first
Then I saw I didn't do the worst
Your the one that lead me to that room
The room I now look at with gloom.
It wasn't all my fault you see
It's not like I was begging on my knee
I was passed out you could almost say asleep
I think about it now & I almost weep.
Now I see you walking down the halls
You don't say hey you don't even answer my calls
I now see it was all a big mistake
& all your words were fake.
Trippsk8er
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MEMORIES
storm vollertsen
Birthdays will come and go,
Christmases will past,
but its the MEMORIES that will forever last,
you'll look back in time and admit you had a good time,
you'll look at that sloppy picture book you made when you were five,
days will come and go but the memories will never die.
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How I Always saw you
nicole culbreth
There are no good memories here
All have gone
Melted with tear drops of bitter stingy salt
My only recitation of you is of
rocks in the ocean
constantly being beaten as the roll over a already aching body
but always with water to soothe
And yet still I clasp myself to you
refusing to let go
Are fingers are always intertwined
you are as though sandpaper with lotion
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THE BIRD
By Therese MacMillan
I have flown through
The strangest lands.
Heard magical words,
And touched beautiful faces.
I have seen all there is to see.
Yet, I could not tell you
Anything, that you did not
Already know.
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Down on Monroe St.
alejandro lalinde
reels
spun
then roll.
expose
pale porcelain skin, a glowing wink,
from a glazed
china doll:
white
skirt lifts-a star-blooded flag
it blows
below crowded streets
under lamps of amber shade:
for men's eyes to wander
up your fragile
calves-their crooked knees
two thighs surround
your world
fluttering (my) lips
your heels
RED
kick up.
traffic lights
shutter.
blink.
red into red. red. red.
flashes
yellow-refracts my pupils
in green to me
turn
on & off
the sheets underneath
the hollow eyes
you meet.
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Eyes
-Patricia Thompson
Our eyes are windows
To our souls
They are our guide
For seeing the world
And all the things and people in it
Our eyes let us see things
That are beautiful in nature
Sometimes they trick and deceive us
Showing us things
That really aren't there
Sometimes they let us see things
We don't want to see
Some eyes will stare
And they may insult us
Or they may frighten us
Some seem to hypnotize
Into the eyes of your soul mate
You get lost
Our eyes let us see people
For who they really are
They let us see the truth
For what it really is
Our eyes are like a light
That guides us through darkness
Without our eyes
We would not have
That precious gift
Our vision-our sight
Without our eyes
Without our sight
That would be a fright
We would suffer
Some eyes are happy
They seem to sparkle
Some are sad
They cry tears
An endless river of tears
When we are bitter
Our eyes seem to glare
Our eyes say more
Than we imagine
And sometimes we don't listen
When we die
The windows to our souls
Close forever
My eyes I am proud to say
Are everything to me
Without them the wonders
Of the world I could not see
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Frankie..again.
Here (I SCREAM)
Take it all
I give you these eyes
for you to drown
with the passing of your face.
Here I say! take this..
It hasn't any other place.
I surrender to you, these burning arms-
for you to place around empty air
I give to your world.. my everything,
Although I am nothing there.
Here I am my burden love,
within my bitter,
helpless
shame
I saw you today-
damn you..
I'll never be the same.
-Your Cindy
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Stranger's Eyes
by Angelis Cacheon Copyright ©
1997
What lies behind a stranger's eyes could make you want to see
what hidden world of treasure there possibly could be?
And what if there lies nothing, not even history?
Would your interest in me die or simply cease to be?
Some suspect a kinship behind the mystery
but what if there lies nothing less than utter misery?
I give no absolution nor bend so easily...
I could never try to be what truly is not me
What that could be I cannot tell
what differentiates Heaven and Hell
If what I know or what I feel...
could ever be perceived as real
If what a like or what I hate
or to what sort I do relate
could all together substantiate
what lies behind my eyes
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each nearing moons revolution instills me with an ancient sense of temporality
it is the deep dark plane of the fall nights enchanted liquid depth
which brings us all to our vulnerable ids doorstep
like the screaming babe
like each spring born of winters pains
it is this perception that warns each moment of lasting too long
michael workman
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twinkle of the blade
by jason a (raven) smith
As I sit here whimpering and whining
over a lost love i never really had
i feel the pain of the darkness and the bitterness
of my life
a life that i not longer need to live
a life that i cant be with out her
this life i spend crying over her
now i stay in the dark
with only twinkle of the blade
that now will be my love
my love they shall show me the way
the way to a place where my love can be
my new love simplicity
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The End
By RANDY GINN
I think the poem was very sad
but i liked it any way. It was
written creatively if you ask me.
It was about a town that was bombed
and only one house stood the bomb
was controlled by robots and the robots
cooked cleaned even run away a dog and
the robots would dust every day.
One day the house caught fire and the
house started burnin but the robots
didn't put it out and a tree fell
and the house burned to the ground.
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the scratch of worn carpet
against an open hand
shoes that are too big
glasses half empty and
voices spilled
unspoken words
glances cut short
sentences that hang
on the dizzy thick air
perpetual spinning
silent meaningless noise
broken vows
Meggy
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The Mirror
Conchetta San Filippo
Indulgence is looking
When giving in to sin
But guilt is an ugly mirror
In an experimental reflection
Even at a two-edged sword
All killer's are polite
Then cry from our own battle wounds
Though cause out of site
More than a glance would prove
For the looking glass of wisdom is brief
Us to see we as what we are
Sorcerers of pain and grief
What selfish creatures
Shining in the spot of our verse
Thinking not of the closen
Ends of a madness curse
So may this be a warning
To the shallow, your vanity is before you
Grown men to gantuen baby
When testing a mirror's truth
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The Incomprehensible
by Christopher Lewis
Believe, do not believe.
Thoughts of a higher being,
Who's in charge here?
Do our minds control us without us knowing?
Supernatural, superhuman, or just common?
Just untapped abilities within us.
Forever indescribable, yet shared among everyone.
Our minds, be they our own gods?
Our supreme force.
Untamed and limitless.
Infinitely underestimated and often ignored.
How can it be that our own minds are so unknown?
Ever so present, yet so invisible.
The mind, could it be not just one, but all?
One mind, being that of Everything combined.
Perhaps God, God is every mind, every soul.
Pray to God,
Meditate to become one with the Supreme Force.
Is this just praying to All and not One?
All of the universe and its looping dimensions.
Will we ever fully comprehend?
Perhaps then it would all end.
The answers are within,
Shared among everything in Existence, Nonexistence,
And everything in between.
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i don't know it should be
by: suzy
fiorentino
sometimes i wish i were as invisible as a grain of sand- there but hardly noticed
sometimes i wish everyone saw me and knew me
sometimes i realize i am the sand
except there's to much of me everywhere - i'm an insignificant nussance
sometimes at night
in my lonely dreams
the milky moon melts my discomfort
and i am free
my thoughts through the day - they wander
like me through the crowded halls
may be i'm not your picture perfect
messy hair
plain face
i bite my nails
i guess i'm your regular black sheep case
but the devilish thoughts the darkening night brings
send me away on distant moon beams
that send me soaring
and dress me in the star dust of a thousand stars
and then i wake
and then i'm me
thought:
i am the sand that holds the world together
and you are the footprints that leave scars upon my surface
scars that leave an impression on me
you may hurt me
but you also shape me
and in doing so, make me stronger
lesson learned:
the sand will always remain - scares eventually fade
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Silence
Chasity Anthony
Streets as quiet as
no one is even there.
Every one is gone not
able to be explained.
No people to be seen or heard
No people at all.
But still activity all around.
working there lives on
technology and futuristic.
No way to be understood!
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The Door
Kate Clifton
You always kept me away
from myself.
I learned to focus on you,
your life became mine,
and mine disappeared
in the fray.
Our love is layered with
sweat and tears,
we work hard to keep
what little we have alive.
And at the end of the day
I can no longer look into your face
and feel my heart explode
into nuclear oblivion.
Instead I wonder how it would
have been different
if you were addicted to me:
If you were the wind,
and not the door.
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Fight Your Wars
Kate Remer
Fight your weaknesses and you will be strong
Bury the grave that did you wrong.
Take away the empty pain of the dark.
The path will be yours.
Take away the weak.
You will feel victory in your wars.
Life's worst puzzles will fit together.
If you choose to try.
Don't give up, be light as a feather.
You'll reach the most intense high.
If you stop thinking of what's wrong
And start doing what is right.
Take back what is rightfully yours
And rage against the death of the light.
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Backlight:
( Steven Michael Collins)
As night fades into darkness, i am left alone to contemplate.
These thoughts are swirling 'round and 'round like a whirlpool in my mind.
The faded backlit transparencies are unclear, through the perspex glass.
The city lights are dancing, chancing, orange and yellow.
The sky is hazy, like my mind.
Now, the sun illuminates the room. I feel its radiant energy, i feel alive, like a clockwork toy.
my body is running on antifreeze, my movements have become automated, synchromatic stumblings befall me.
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do you know me?....
by Carmen White
we laugh and talk and play then i pause to say....
never mind, i cant say it.
we meet to go somewhere, we enjoy our trip.
i think maybe now, i can bare my soul....
maybe tell of my deepest thoughts,
maybe...maybe tell of my hurts and pain,
my joyful times and sorrowful times.
but when it begins to pour forth from my soul
you push it away, whether you are aware, i
know not. maybe you fear that what i say
would say will reflect some of your pain.
so we laugh and talk and play then i pause to
say....do you really know me?...
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"nothing is static"
by Nick Beals
beginning
still
life
breathing
restless
moving
watching
listening
learning
wondering
thinking
speaking
working
speaking
thinking
wondering
learning
listening
watching
moving
restless
breathing
life
still
ending
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STORIES of YORE
By: Melody Villaflores
I love the stories, fantasies of old,
of damsels in distress and knights so bold.
With dragons flying through the breeze,
and fleet-footed elves hiding in the trees.
Of codes of chivalry, tried and true,
and acts of honor aren't something new.
Where iron and steel are commonplace,
like axes and swords, a lance or a mace.
There's castles and markets, a tavern or two,
We'll order some ale or some other brew.
Listen to the minstrels strum their tales,
Of the wins of heroes and of losers' fails.
Sorcerers and wizards are no big affair, they walk amongst us, anywhere.
Adventurers navigated their way with maps, stars, and charts,
some rode on horseback, in carriages, or carts.
There were princesses, princes, queens, kings,
and other such nobles who owned fancy things.
Like robes of regalia, a crown encrusted with gems,
Jewels and white lace upon their clothing hems.
There are gardens of flowers with a fairy or more,
like dwarves and other such folklore.
Nothing's impossible in those stories of old,
richer than silver, richer than gold.
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LET IT BE ME
nancy(16)1999-09-30
i want to see things on premier level
i want to be the life allocated for the nation
i want to be the follower of a great mentor
i want to take my apology back for the mental
crimes I never did
i want to be denied of a peaceful life
i want to give out expectations in hope of the expected giver
i want a better view of them than them of me
i want to battle natural boundaries
to prove it is pseudo adversity
i want the century provokers out into daylight fame
i want to frame the convictions to be neutral bad behavior
i want to be alone when time threatens my progress
i need to know for sure of my believes
i want time and time again
i've waited too long and sacrificed too much and forgotten too little
let it be me
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FOUR SEASONS, HAIKU SAMPLER
Cherry blossoms:
Pink path linking
East to
West.
Suddenly summer
Decked out in waterlilies
Shimmers
with magic.
Wet, November day
Leaden sky, sodden leaves
on
Ground, brown on brown.
Within each snowflake
Frozen in cryptic
patterns
A blueprint for spring.
Nikki Cashon
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-- a poem
by SUDIPTO BHATTACHARYA
Mother, you are in the soldier's cry
So are you in the baby's longing for one's mother.
If you dance your death-dance then can you
remain silent on a throbbing breast of a mother with a
child in her arms ?
How long will you make us go round ?
Cycle seems endless
Torture is painless, it has to be lovable.
Come and pick me up in your arms
Sweet darkness, let it envelope me
Then only is there peace.
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Sweet Dreams
Emma Louise
She closes her eyes in the dead of the night
Patiently waiting for unconsciousness
The daylight now darkness, part of her past
Her perfect life is put on hold
Smothered in sleep and helplessness
She starts to drift and starts to dream
Complete existence suspended
For a few hours at least
A flawless exterior, apparently faultless
Her hopes and her dreams begin to unfold
In a fantasy world where she is accepted
In a realm where she can be herself
But she suffers with only the twilight as company
Not as confident as the surface suggests
And as the sun rises, the dawn settles in
For all she cares
It may as well set
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My Lost Love
Mary Rhines
The one i love has gone away
The one i love is gone to stay
He left my heart in a million pieces
He left my heart cold and freezin'
It was him...
The one with the dark brown hair
The one with the blank stare
The one with the deep blue eyes
The one that has made me cry
In my dreams with you and me
We know these things are meant to be
In my dream i feel your lips
The ones with the soft tender kiss
Bliss is but a lie
and so are you and I
As bliss is a lie
As you and I
You're still the one
And that's no lie
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The Fire
Rachel Lowell
The fire envelopes me in a shield of anger
Anger because the fire eats away my flesh
It scorches my skin
The fire is untamable
Like a spirit
It burns away all goodness
And sets aflame to envy and wrath
Who would have know such evil could
Find a torch beneath this kindred soul
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Broke
Delores Talbot
I have loved you in so many endless ways,
I've bee overwhelmed with tears till my
thoughts have been in disarray.
I've given and given,
until I really wasn't livin,'
I gave you my credit on love
and all it's warranties ans assets,
if I gave you anymore,
my love would have been returned N.S.F.
I couldn't borrow the love you needed,
my love account was too low,
I had drawn out every bit of my love,
and the love bank said "no".
So now my love that you have spent,
every bit of my love and freely given scent.
Tell me what you can do? so I can get my love
account renewed.
I'll have to file bankrupt if I don't get some
soon.
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Twilight of the Soul
ruthann pharris
Wind rushes past me and stirs the golden leaves.
Voiceless echoes of past loved ones rush past me and die at thier graves.
I come to your tombstone and wonder.
Did i push you away?
Or, were we not meant to be together?
But, now we are here in this cold graveyard as a blood red sun sets on evrerthing.
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To-day
Simon Pellman
I can make your day
Let's try it my way
I can make you smile
Even if for a while
Imagine, to-day is Friday
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angel's cries
WJH
Small children walking in a procession holding candles and crying
crying tears for the fathers they never knew
young girl standing next to me letting out an electric light of beauty
filling me with happiness
a feeling that runs threw my whole body
she looks at me and smiles
her beauty multiplies a hundred times
then she too begins to cry
her sadness fills my heart and I begin to sob
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Waiting...
~Sheri
You said you'd be waiting
If I should ever decide...
My heart was too fragile
For his crazy ride...
You've been here forever...
My love and my friend
Lost in your eyes I believe...
That love doesn't end
Love shouldn't hurt..
So that can't be what I feel
If you will give me your hand...
I'll struggle up that hill
In your arms there's escape...
You're so steady and true
Can it really be...
That is has always been you?
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Morning Kisses
Tabitha Mayhew
Morning Kisses, late night wishes,
I'll be forever missin'.
Waken up in your arms, looking up at a charm.
Love you tender, love you dear,
Have no fear.
Morning kisses is all we have.
And our late wishes,
I'll be forever missin'.
Wanting to be in your arms.
Touched by your hands.
I want you to be my man.
Morning kisses, late night wishes.
I'll be forever missin'
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The Dance
by DVYN WORKS
The Dance didn't last long
although the music was slow
I spinned, I kicked
I twirled around
I tripped over my feet
time and again
but I bounced right back
to perform better than then
The Dance was short
although the band played on
I made mistakes
but he show must go on
The performance was grand
a feat accomplished by none
for it was my Dance
no one else could have done
The Dance was mine
the song belonged to me
the moves were my own
now the time is for me
The Dance is over
although it didn't last long
but giving it my all
was a success in itself.
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"Loneliness"
James Allen
You have flown before,
High above the hell of the sky, the never-ending freedom of blue.
Happiness is to be found there,
Only to become out of reach,
As you fall.
The breath drawn is pure,
Only to drown in.
The devil shouts his words of wisdom,
Spoken truths of the ultimate sinner,
"Love exists only to lose."
You continue to fall, and pray for rescue.
The days pass, and slowly the candle of happiness so far away burns out.
You have nothing to live for here,
And no one to turn to there,
So still you fall.
You can fly again only in your dreams,
For the heart has frozen.
Death lives within you now.
And still you fall.
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Daizy's Fate
daizy
As each day passes, another petal falls.
The daisies slowly lose their charm.
Is it time to toss the arrangement?
(Maybe fresh water or a new vase will perk them up)
All you can do cannot halt the wilting and decay.
Is there a new flower in the garden?
Are you sure it's not a weed?
When the bed is left untended, the weeds will choke out
the neat rows that were planted.
Apathy can kill.
Don't let the weeds go to seed,
they spread fast.
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My Time Inwardly
by Lori Eskamo
Oh! Whoa! Oh!
How dost the time go by?
And from thy quaking watchtower,
A pen and ink I fear I cannot see.
For which it aches my heart: -be still-
My hands can write no more.
Down it floats unto the sea
The paper blank with white...
I watch and sadly drips a tear
Oh for thy burdens of escape!
Let me be! Yet not without remorse!
I know not what I say...
Yet I say what comes in through my mind
And out it goes-sometimes though wrong-
How can it be so wrongly put?
I know. Thoughts fail me in time.
But the watch man sings his happy tune
and I lie in meadows of gold.
Thy heart is like a sunflower?
How bright are the petals of love.
Yet what is the bee whose stinger stings
A mosquito took a bite of me.
Where dost I go into the night?
When I go alone?
To see the sleeping moon and see
The stars in heaven dance.
I go on foot or by my wheels
And talk to God-sometimes-
He talks to me...
Yet when the watch man goes away
I feel the cold again.
But who he is, I do not know.
And so he walks away.
I am there apart from light
And time is ticking by.
I think of something special
And as I wait, a smile licks my face.
Oh how terribly it is to lie in wait-
Not knowing what the wait is for...
And then to find the wait is nigh
For the waiter is not there.
And what time dost thy watchman ring?
Upon the bell of time?
The time is every time it rings
--Now--
...forever more.
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Sweet Angel of Happiness
Sofie Rahman
Descend on my now
and shower me with your
Splendid gifts
Show me all that you have to show
And tell me all that you have to tell
I want to know your secrets
And I want to know your world
Please share your knowledge with me
And allow me to be on high with you
Dear, dear sweet angel
Sing to me in your honeysuckle voice
And carry me-wrapped in your wings
My angel
Take me in those translucent, delicate wings
Up with you till we reach your cloud
I want to sit there with you
Watching the world pass on by below
Oh angel take me with you
On your many journeys
And allow me to see all that you see
Through your bright golden eyes
Loving angel share with me
Your glorious world and
Share with me your glorious life,
My dear sweet angel.
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Breathe
By Trudy Tucker
Breathe.....
feel your heart beat.....
feel the hot tear
burn your cold cheek.
Breathe.....
see through blurred eyes.....
see the green halos
as tears rim your eyes.
Breathe.....
feel your hot breath.....
scream out in vain
until you can't speak.
Breathe.....
feel your heart ache.....
feel hopelessly lost
trying to find peace.
Breathe.....
call in God's name.....
ask Him for answers
ask Him why?
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Gooey Porcupine
Quequeg
One day, a hungry cow came to his pasture to eat grass. As the bananas came closer we squeezed against the wall. Suddenly, a deamon popped up and set a tree on fire. And then the nerdy pretzel bit peter in half and fed him to rabid crocodiles. The cold steel of the prison bathtub shone in the radiant light from the window bars. Suddenly, a blood sucking mutant from the planet Zoink swallowed the world. The alley of the dark city was full of the nightly gangs. When the girl saw the frog, she ran yelling, "Ah, it's a scary green thing!" Then, Tie Dye man gave a homeless ant a necklace. Suddenly, the duct tape attacked Ralph and held him there. He was yelling, "Help, I'm stuck!"
"Pink skunks!" yelled the French ice cream man. Peter Cottontail merrily romped through the daisies. Then we saw a man sitting on a bench eating midget pits and chicken stubs. The flame rose as Talph attempted to stop, drop, and roll. Then vegetable soup rained from the heavens and ended the whole universe.
TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEENNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!
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Someone Should Have Told Her
Brandi Wooten
I went to a party Friday night,
sure to return home all right
My mom had told me and I had told myself,
that no matter the case I wouldn't drink a drop
As I arrived, alot was already there,
so I just joined in
I partied all night without drinking,
because I had promised myself that I wouldn't
I left at two that morning sure to be home safe
Then all of a sudden I heard a big crash
For a while I had no clue,
then I awoke and I knew
I was lying on the pavement, in my own blood
but I didn't know why
I heard the parametic say here's her mom, but we don't know where her dad is
I few moments later I was grasping my moms hand
It was getting harder to breathe and heard the parametic say,
I don't think she will make, there wasn't much I could do
I died shortly after he told my mom the situation
Someone should have told her
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love obsession
Arminda Ross
I dream of you at night
I think of you at day
that simple phrase ,"I love you"
is what I long for you to say
You're always in my thoughts
I can never get you out
you are the one thing I know
I can never live without
Deep within your
beautiful eyes
I hope another chance
for us still lies
People always say that
my love for you is wrong
But the love in my heart
remains forever strong
I live in hopes of us
staying together
and if my hopes come true
I pray it will be forever
My feelings for you will
remain forever strong
Please tell me my love for you
could somehow not be wrong
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THIS IS THE PAIN
The bliss within me
The smiles on my mouth and the shine in my eyes
They decay as a ball of pain hits me
The bliss inside me gets stolen
My mouth now moans
My eyes now shed tears of pain
My heart..i hear it scream
My blood flows in this body like the boiling lava
"What is happening"..i hear my mind asking
My body ..i can't feel it
My cold and pale skin turns numb
Now my eyes see the angels
They weep as i fall into the hole
The hole of pain.
As i fall..the wind like bullets wound me..
And the air i deeply inhale cuts through my lungs
I hear the noise my body makes as it falls on the ground
My whole body stung by nails
Spreads blood...everywhere
My bones ache..i know they are all broken
I want to be healed... yet my cure is long lost
"Damn it" I curse this body and soul I own
Lost in millions of thoughts I hear a roar
I open my mind's eyes
I see the devil..and the angels..
Yet infront of them all I see a figure
A figure that brings the shiver up my spine
Must be the angels of death
My doubts ease as i see it's eyes
Yes it is the angel of death
In shock..i feel that its so dark now
I lose my wholeness
I fall apart..as i fall deeper under ground
I feel wrapped by death
The arms of death so hot yet so cold..
I try to wake up hoping all this is a dream..
I wish that it's just a bad dream , a dillusion..
Yet this pain in me..it is too strong
I hear a whisper and i hear it say..
"welcome to death...where it is eternal darkness...only in pain."
by: Vampire HILARY
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My Singular Abstraction!
-rji/muses
Abstraction of you,
for without you here, O tender and lovely lady, and touching you,
or without hearing your sweet subtle voice,
what else could you be but an abstraction, an illusion,
a figment of my mind-yearning-thought!
(wanting to inhale
your every breath,
your lips caress-kissing
-imagine!-I imagine!
into your eyes looking, sinking to forever.)
Oh, my singular abstraction, how
my heart does ache,
my soul does long,
would that you come to me and make tangible
my abstraction now!
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A Little Fat Turkey
Savian
A little turkey in a pointed hat,
on my porch and he went
GOPPLE, GOPPLE, GOPPLE
When I want to tap on it's door
The turkey was not there,
Turkey was Ridding on a boomstick (gun)
Low down in the sewers.
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Rain
truedust
It drips and drops
From the sky
From the clouds
very high.
Sometimes bad
sometimes good
Covering the
Neighborhood.
Screaming down
to ants and plants.
Why don't we go
do a dance.
Rain is cool
to those that are hot.
They have it at stores
where it can be bought.
When it rains
it is gods tears
crying for something
Happening for years
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