Updated December, 1, 1999
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Christmas Sorrow
Lone Wolf 25-12-96
In this time of happiness
Why must I feel so sad
The distance between us
So much more than I can stand
The Christmas spirit
Just can't fill the void
The gap you have left in my heart
At this time of year
I need and want just to hold you near
The love I have for you
Could move the earth and the stars
Such a pity that you don't feel this way too
The times we could have had
I guess now we will never know
Just got to carry on alone
This Christmas sorrow has me by the heart
Looks like it's not letting go
Being alone for this special day
The hardest time I've had to survive
It's like a death sentence for my heart
My body is here but my heart is gone
At least it's only once a year
That I have to survive this hell.
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The crows feet know
by D A Wigglesworth
The crows feet know
and the crows feet tell
Gramma's are old arn't they
that's why they're so smart.
The crows feet know
and the crows feet tell
Mother will soon be a gramma
to my new babies.
The crows feet know
and the crows feet tell
I too will soon be a gramma
The crows feet know
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My thoughts turn on a Millennium Veteran's
Day.
jasonburton
Today a little girl asked me.
Were you ever in a war?
Yes I proudly told her.
And thought of it nothing more.
Then with sincerity she told me
Have a Happy Veteran's Day!
I pondered for a moment.
As I found it rather odd.
Thanks, I softly muttered.
And with nere a nod I walked away.
I soon began to wonder.
What do I think of on this day?
Is it all the memories.
That I know will never go away.
Perhaps like you may think.
It's of those I lost along the way.
But in reality I think of them.
Almost every single day.
I could claim it to be a pain.
I feel at the end of every day.
Or perhaps it is something
Someone said.
On a dark and frightful day.
Instead I find it peculiar.
That it turns not to the past.
But more to the one who took my post.
And carried on the task.
Of ensuring that peace will last.
He gets no break today.
No ticker tape parade.
As he stands there on that line.
So that those asleep.
Do not have to be afraid.
He stands there in the sun.
Or in the poring rain.
He is there to do his job.
For him it is just another day.
And if that same little girl should ask him.
All's secure!
I'm sure he'd say.
To him I must say thank you!
For providing the relief I was so due.
In return for you I'll say
Thank you.
To all who care enough to listen.
On this Veteran's Day.
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Come...
Lacey Hillman
come eat the flesh of the fruit tree with me
come eat the flesh of the tree
share the sweet juices of the forbidden flesh
come eat the flesh of the tree
let the juices run down your golden body
come eat the flesh of the tree
savor the warmth of the suckle breast
come eat the flesh of the tree
fulfill your salty lips with sweet fruity kisses
come eat the flesh of the tree
surrender to the sweet flesh of the tree
the sweet flesh of the body
come eat the flesh of the tree
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My Dad
Megan
My heart feels sorrow
At the things he sometimes says to me
Claims I'm "terrible"
But that's hearsay; he never tries to see
He judges by the looks of things
Won't even try to hear
Why can't Dad think thinks out?
So I won't feel tension when he is near
He is momentarily proud of things
Though my dad's hard to please
I try to do my best for him
But he makes my "A"s feel like "C"s
I know deep down he's proud of me
Dad's just not the type to show it
But how come when I mess up
He'll always verbally let me know it?
The good things that I do
Are the things he usually forgot
The "bad" things, however
Were always the reasons we fought
It seems like Dad doesn't respect me
Or the things I do
Maybe it just feels that way
But it's mom who helps me see things through
These are my feelings about my dad
They're sad and I don't like them
Until the day he's missed my mom will be the rose;
My dad, just the stem
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I Miss You So Much...
Sean Briere
It's when the wind is blowing at my hair,
Walking out the door and feeling the clean spring air.
For awhile everything didn't feel so sure,
Mow i'm not aloud to see you anymore.
You fixed my candle when I broke the wick,
You took care of me when I got sick.
You brought me up so very well,
To get to you i'd go through hell.
This is the way it definitely the way it wasn't suppose to be,
You were suppose to have the same address as me.
You called and said everything will be all right,
But how can it with out you in sight?!
Maybe some day when things are nice and calm,
I'll finally be back with my heart, my world, My Mom.
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Grandma
Jeremy Saving
She left us in a heartbeat
I was so sad, I couldn't speak
I thought about all the time we spent
But to keep from crying, I thought about where she went
An angel came down that Heaven sent
And up to live with God my Grandma went
She is in a better place now
Living a better life
She would want me to move on with my life
But it is so hard, I miss her so much
I will never forget how my life she touched
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PLATTE RIVER CANOE RUN
Eileen J. Hawkins
Pond lilies mid pads of green
O'er murky water flow.
Would that life were so serene
As within its paths we row.
Pale lavender lengths
In creamy petals soft.
Green stems so succinct;
Proud blossom held aloft.
Lazy day, sun is high,
Lush trees with birds song ring.
Time free as a butterfly,
Fat frog teases a fly on wing.
Nature's bosom comforts still
When life becomes precarious.
To choose to use at our own free will,
These memories we hold and cherish.
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The Ring
Steve Arnold
Close to the door
He paused to stand
As he took his class ring
Off her hand
All who were watching
Did not speak
As a silent tear
Ran down my cheek
And through his mind
The memories ran
Of the moments they walked
And laughed in the sand
But now her eyes were so terribly
Cold
For he would never again
Have her to hold
They watched in silence
As he bent near
And whispered the words...
"I Love You" in her ear
And touched her face and started to
Cry
As he put on his ring and wanted to die
And just then the wind began to blow
As they lowered her casket
Into the snow
This is what happens to man alive....
.... When friends let friends....
Drink and drive
This is sad but true
And it could happen to you.
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Wilderness Man
Tim Orme
When I was young and my father would fish
in the backs of the hills and braided streams
of Idaho, I would clumsily stroll along the
beaches, looking for the perfect rock.
Not one that was flat as a skipping stone,
but one that was round as a baseball, and
would plunge gracefully into the river.
Skipping objects across the water was not my
enjoyment. In fact it was just the opposite.
I enjoyed throwing rocks for the sheer
satisfaction of watching their wobbly
rotation, and listening to the plummet
blissfully into the water.
It was my version of a pocket sized
ocean wave, crashing to the shore.
I was however, to quote my father,
"disturbing the fish."
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Gypsy Dance
Cliff Schumacker
An hour past dusk, steadfastly
I hold my gaze at the moon
Hoping to steal a glimpse
Of the gypsy spirit
An ancient whose dance is
Giddy and brash and sly
Engaging my senses, mind pictures set afloat
A gulp of brandy, a gust of wind off a crashing shore
Rose petals treaded down my spine
I'm caught enticed and rapt
As the stars frolic and
Smile and glimmer and flirt
While the ancient moon looks on
Chiding me to join
The bawdy gypsy dance
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On The Coast
Jeffrey D Cook
Between evening and twilight
Fire of the sun, Forging the clouds gold
Cool, Alkaline, salt on my lips
Left from soft breeze, that weighs heavy
On my eyes and on my mind.
Dead fish, the waves, and wind,
Zealously, forcing the scent up my nostrils
Sinking deep into a liquid desert
Drawing my feet up,
The suck of the Earth letting go.
Lunar pearl, shadowing the sunset
Thin skin of water sliding over my toes
Static of the ocean peaking, cresting
I can smell the infinite summer
And see the curve of the Earth
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ONCE SAID
sometimepoet
Someone once said that
clouds are the dust from
God's footsteps.
I am happy to spend
my life walking in
a dense fog.
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Felt like fireworks going off in my head,
Blasts of bright colors and completely exciting,
Felt like floating through Heaven on a cloud,
Soft as a pillow and just as inviting,
Felt like the sweetest kiss,
Lingering forever and given with so much meaning,
Felt like a hug wrapped tightly around my waist,
Protective and always there for me,
Felt like rays of sunshine peaking through a treacherous snowstorm,
My savior and forever welcome,
Felt like standing under a glistening waterfall of affections,
Making it possible for dreams to come,
Felt like running through a field full of beautiful wildflowers,
So daring and passionately romantic,
Felt like watching a gorgeous sunset with your love,
Completely unforgettable and amazingly eccentric,
Felt like accomplishing a fantastic goal that was so far in the distance,
Now unbelievably reachable,
Felt like walking through twilight on a summer's night,
A smile to last a lifetime and beyond...
Rachel Mallah
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California Dreaming
Lilith
One will drink himself into the ground,
One will help him.
One is bringing a life into this world,
One will leave her.
One will finally grow up,
One will force him.
One will throw her life away,
Many will help her take this path.
California dreams aren't always what they seem,
Lives are shattered in the blink of an eye.
Story after story of pain,
These are the ones that don't make the news.
My best friend will change because of alcohol,
His ex-girlfriend will no longer care.
My littler sister will grow up before her time,
Her boyfriend saw to that.
An abuser will see his child become like him,
His girlfriend will never leave him.
An angel will end up on the streets,
Men will always use her.
These are California nightmares,
These are the stories no one wants to hear.
I know these stories,
I watched the people live them.
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A FEATHER IN THE SKY
Dedicated to J. B. and T.
B.
Venus
Now that you are free you may fly
Like a feather in the sky
The wind will take you amazing places
You will see things that were in your sweetest dreams
But since the wind only has you
Our hearts will always miss you
But the memories that are kept in our hearts
Will keep our hearts so full
Tears from our hearts will build a pond
From which you will swim in peace
Now that you are free you may fly
Like a feather in the sky
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Haiku Sextet
Alan Blender
Your undressed body
Sends waves of delight through
me
As I watch you descend
Touching your soft skin
I smell the scent of
orchids
Rising from your soul
My body heat quickens
My legs quiver I inhale
I am
gasping for air
I kiss your sweet lips
Electric flashes of
light
Cross before my eyes
You are my soulmate
You are my sun moon and
stars
My life shines through you
Taking your hand we
Walk away slowly and free
Our
fingers entwined
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UNCONSTRAIN
Hal Weiss
Eschew Haiku, rules are for schools.
Let the poet be free in his imagery.
Let limitless spirit soar!
That's what poetry's really for!
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Writer's Block
karate
Nothing.
Inspiration missed again.
The page goes blank another hour.
One hour adds to another yet
no words come nearer.
No feelings pour forward.
Ideas remain silent.
Frustration throws the paper away.
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"Afternoon picnic"
Alton
MacKinnon.
In the middle of an afternoon picnic, she's cold.
Freshly baked rolls sealed tightly with cellophane are every mans dream.
Interrupted by a clap of thunder, she expects the rage.
But first, damage control.
Barking, she will never grow accustomed to.
The dog runs freely through the park,
he should be leashed.
It would take ten men uniformed men to combat his power.
The children, sliding freely down the patch,
strike the ground with a turbulent smack!
The playground is abandoned at once.
The dog continues to bark.
The skies persistently grow darker.
She runs from children to basket.
Frantically reaching for her freshly baked rolls,
she refuses to surrender them to the dog.
She is bitten.
Children are bitten.
After all every man dreams of fresh rolls.
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American Dream
Margaret Collins Stoop
Angels sleep just down the hall,
the gentle rhythm of their sweet breath
inaudible,
for the pounding in my chest.
I am awake - wide awake
in someone else's dream.
I can't recall the point at which
anothers fantasy became my reality.
Nor do I care to make such discernments.
All I know is this:
here I am.
And I am alone.
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Lupine's Tranquillity
SPRAGUE
Back into bed
loosen my head
rattles
life's just another long battle
roll over next to god
it's ok she's got a great bod
closing my eyes
parts blather
active mind
matter valve
seeps
sleep on gravel. . . .
numb 990bps
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MY MIND:
Lilly Reid
My mind
a place of virtue
where you find fresh baked pie
and a cool glass of milk.
My mind
a place of refuge from the world
that spins around me, around you
where for a moment all is still
My mind
is a world of its own
it revolves around me
around happiness
my mind
is a place you will never take away
something you can't beat like you do me
i will hide here until it is safe
until you have bruised my body, cut my flesh
my mind is a haven from you
my mind
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If...
*mimi*
If I knew you'd forget me,
never would I have given you the flowers of my soul.
You never would've seen the color rich soul I have,
or felt the comfort of my soft skin like satin.
You would not know how to fly like an angel,
If only I had known.
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Who's To blame
Adrian Edley
Am I really the one that's on good, not worth a shit, or could it all be
misunderstood. or is it you that has no clue like clueless, cause your attempts
to attract are foolish, an attitude which is high-schoolish. are we scrubs or do you have
no gratitude for all we are able to do. heart breaking causing chest aching
cause you give me no time to prove the lies that you despise false, your lost,
in the many speculations brought up in conversations broadcasting like radio stations
across air waves, soul craves for someone to look inside from the start and let our minds
collide instead of our bodies, which provides a foundation and no misinterpretations in
feelings. respect can't be demanded if your ass landed in my bed before the thought crossed my mind. then you whine cause that's our only connect, and recollect of how I sex is the only impression left. So now what, for your pleasure you gave up the
treasure locked between your thighs, with no measures taken to disguise, or leave
anything for the imagination. So much aggravation caused by the separation of your hips
and your still runnin your lips. How could you allow then call us foul because
of our lack of words to you. when it was time to talk your tongue got caught
cause you had dick on the brain, and still all the blame is on me. I take half the
responsibility cause in actuality you were my accomplice, or in collusion, which could be
the reason for confusion between sexes. these thought often vex me and hex
countless others like voodoo, sistas who do you think your foolin, not me i'm
schoolin like your professors. for your no lesser than what you make of yourself
and since the world could be on it's twelfth hour, the end, let your
flower bloom before you give it, your quite exquisite like a visit the heavens
from my head down to my size elevens I care so deeply for you, my sistas.
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Tomorrow will come. Today will go
Cathy-Lily
Colbert
tomorrow will come.
today will go.
night grow dark.
sun lay low.
tomorrow will come.
today will go.
people afraid.
of what they don't know.
tomorrow will come.
today will go.
moon will rise.
stars will show.
tomorrow will come.
today will go.
sun can rest.
rain can flow.
tomorrow will come.
today will go.
the earth will sparkle.
with the stars and the snow.
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THE DYING OF THE LIGHT
Justinian Dafe © 07
June 1998
Spree!, Black night unfolding.
Vermin in abundance smile in glee
at tortured wrecks of traumatic flight
And the blackness of the rushing of the night
Rat tat tat. Rat tat tat tat. The end of yet another sight
Forty feet drop. Then the snap of that sharp crack
Morning shadows, purple haze, twisted rope
Immortalise the Ogoni Man of hope
Water, black, reeking. Unetched grave .
Hooded by sanguine grieving sky
The passing of 9 Eagles brave.
Diaphanous abyss. Yet another lie.
Rat tat tat tat. Rat tat tat tat, and the dying of the light
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Lonely Sunset Part 2
By Stardust
The light dulls,
The air becomes cold,
The sun is completely gone,
The night grows old,
Yet it retains its beauty,
Peaceful as before,
It seems like a different sky,
One told of in tales of lore,
A sky looked upon in moonlit dances,
Dances filled with lasses and lads,
I think of how happy they must have been,
Strangely I begin to feel sad,
Something is missing,
Something isn't right,
I guess I miss you,
I know I love you,
I wish you could be here on this glorious night
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You and I . . . and these beautiful days are streaked with the madness of hot rains like tears rolling down somber gray skies/ and ravens half-mad fly looping circles above smoking war-torn ruins and miraculous crimson sunsets/ but you and I, we know that the dolphins laugh with perfect gemstone eyes and life figured out amidst the impossibilities of tentative first steps and the shifting sands of our shared loves/ and we smile into a crazy Van Gogh sun entertaining fleeting glimpses of true purpose/ we raise overflowing flasks in salutation for the insanity of our gamble/ and men a thousand-fold more absurd and deranged have led lives devoid of risk and flavorless celebration/ but you and I, we know that we've lost our souls along with our way/ but still we find sweet release in the flight of ravens half-mad . . .
Mystic William Tressler
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Dirt
Tommy Bobo
Pollinating others with rapid emotional ecstasy
Nothing more
People falling like flies
True living within death
Falsifying oneself forever
No way out of existence
Cravings
Urges
Pain
Suffering
Falling all around me
I never fall because I cannot fly
The equivalent of a maggot
Feeding of waste
All of us circled round the steaming mound
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"Listen"
-Adrianne
If you listen hard enough,
you can hear the whisper in the tall grass.
It whispers a song of a new season
SPRING! At long last!
And if you listen long enough,
you can hear the hoofprints pound.
They sing a song of freedom.
There is a joyfulness to that sound.
And if you listen deep enough,
you can hear my heart beat your name.
It sings a song of happiness,
and my world is no longer the same.
And if you listen close enough,
you can hear the peaceful dove.
It sings a song that i cannot
and tells you of my love.
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Love
-Krystal Cohn
Love is pure & true,
Love is unforbidden,
Love is cherished through & through.
Love can be trusted,
Love can be blind,
Love can be hidden among your mind.
Love has been harsh,
Love has been unfair,
Love has been so very, very rare.
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At night, she lies awake in bed
with fear that he might come
Never to escape the dread--
an endless nightmare she suffers from
Her innocence is far removed
by his subtle, unnatural touches
Closing her eyes, she dreams of escape
from within his sinful clutches
"Tell anyone of our secret," he whispers,
in the cruelest tone of voice,
"And I'll make living hard for you--it's your choice."
Never able to cry aloud
she endures in silent pain
What's left of her future, seems so bleak--
she has nothing at all to gain
Yet, somewhere there, deep inside
lies hope to end the misery
The "secret" she keeps
will soon be heard, then
a brighter life she'll see
daisynikusa
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I twist
Felix
I twist your arm,
You twist my leg,
I make you cry,
You make me beg,
I dry your tears,
You dry my nose,
And that's how kissing goes!
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Only Daisies
Holli
I only wanted daises.
Not your roses full of sweet scented apologies.
Nor your jewels sparkling with deception and lies.
No, I didn't need your fancy parties and high class friends
to make me feel loved and wanted.
I am a simple girl.
Full of want for simple things.
How sad and complex the world you inhabit.
I'm sorry, love.
I only wanted daises.
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I BLAME ME
shey
We always fight at night
I make him mad
he hits me in places
so no one can see
bruise on my chest
all black and blue
a love i thought so pure and true
i must have done something wrong
or this wouldn't be going on
it's my fault
i blame me
he smacks me for just being here
but afterwards he hold me dear
and say's he's sorry
it's my fault i blame me
emotional scars that will never heal
words he says no big deal
but it's my fault he hits me
so i blame me
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GOODBYE MY KING.
Jabuka
ONCE UPON A FOGGY NIGHT, MOSQUITOES LANDING ON MY SKIN TRYING TO BITE.
I THINGS OVER WITH THE OTHER ME AND WE DECIDED THAT THE BOTH OF US WOULD
LIKE TO SEE US FREE. ON THIS FOGGY NIGHT, MY KING HELD ME TIGHT. WE WALKED
AND WE TALKED AND I HAD TO TELL HIM THEN THAT I WISHED TO NEVER BE IN ARMS
AGAIN. AS THE NIGHT WAS ENDING I DREAMED MY KING NEAR I WHISPERED THE
WORD "FREEDOM" INTO MY KINGS EAR.
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Sky's black like the shadow in my mind
consuming night like cancer's bite
Dark clouds roll high above the rise
Air's damp, Fog spits in my eyes
Some thing screams, gunshots in the distance
sirens echo without resistance
Streets empty, Fear is in the air...tonight
Dead rise in high attendance
Rude awakening from hell's sentence
Angry skeletons fill the streets
Death's army has come to kill the American dream
Then everything glows red with fire
Burning everything with death's desire
Satan smiles, revenge never comes so swiftly
But in 1999 hell comes to take me
All my life i screwed off in church
But i never knew how much i would burn
Dipping in lava is a cold shower
Nothing compares to the torture that follows
Gripped with fear i go lower and lower
Into the fire i go forever
Can't think, cant do anything
Pain throughout me from the acid flame
I realize my suffering will never go away
in this place chained down here I stay
In this place I will wither away
I wish I could die but I keep coming back
I keep burning, and I never turn to ash
This pain has a grip on me...
To the point where i cannot scream
I try to cry but the tears burn me to
I'm in hell and there is nothing i can do
16 years for the next 16 million
Then after that 16 trillion
Each second, the torment gets worse and worse
I'm dead forever and ever more
This is reality, the fire that consumes me
It's not a lie, like out of some movie
I wish it were a dream from which I could wake
For my pain is more then I can take...
I wrote this a few weeks ago. the reason i wrote it is because in church you
never hear much about hell. you always hear about the goodness of god, not
that there is anything wrong with it, but i think people have a very moderate
picture of hell. i wrote this poem to enlighten people on hell. it says in
the bible that hell is a place of eternal torment, so that means the most awful
thing that exists in this world cannot ever begin to compare to the fear and
horrors that hell possess. nobody wants to scare you into religion...but
what's not to be scared of? -Chris Olson
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I Think We Might Be Lunatics
sparklylady
What he said to me on the day of parting were
Words of sickness, grey infantile palsied threads
That had been hastily crammed into his mouth
To resemble an excuse, some iota of care.
Words like pathetic quivering strands of spittle and vomit
That made me want to reach inside him and rip
Out the dark heart
He pretended not to have.
To be torn from my suckpad of monotony;
Wrenched bruised and wrathful from fuggy existence -
T'was like surfacing from a near exquisite drowning.
An jagged sketch on intangible paper, and the eraser
Swept nonchalant over the pencil strokes.
Indignation was a screw for which I had not the driver
And yet I bled -
But he pretended not to have it.
The sheaves of He And I fluttered gently
To our wall-to-wall carpeting, lamenting
The halting torque of Us, grinding slowly.
Fat slits of distortion tore rampant through
The velvet of life and I held head in hand,
Knowing I had never been more than a whistle,
But yet he had played,
Pretending I was the flute.
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The Stroke of Midnight
By Colleen Carroll
For one moment at the Stoke of Midnight,
The world stands still for a heartbeat,
Darkness becomes light,
And suddenly I can see in the blackness,
All my dreams light up,
Like fireflies circling around my head,
Flickering with hope for the future,
And Time dances a song of joy,
And I dance along,
Hand in hand with tomorrow
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I DUNNO
Zanna
Another sunset, revealing the same stars
Lying in the same bed, in the same room
The same ambitions burning my mind
Another day leading nowhere
Another night and I Dunno
The same dreams of something different
Of brighter sunrises and freer days
Some day I know them
I won't be dreaming, I'll be living them
Until then the ambitions will burn my mind
And the same dreams of something different
These stars will shine brighter for me
In the night that will follow the day
That will see the realization of my dreams.
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I stand on the edge. Looking at the world down below.
Dreams rant and rave threw my mind like falling stars.
Wishes unable to come true as each moment passes.
I step close to the edge.
Now able to feel the lifeless air brushing up against the already chilled skin.
Glimpsing into the face a fate. See what one always dreads.
Perceiving and empty, disheartening, cold future.
Again stepping closer to the edge.
Now able to consider the one Solution to the problem that makes sense.
Looking downwardly.
Thoughts swim as finally you come to the conclusion you where so afraid to face.
Stepping your ultimate step up to the edge.
With a small glimpse backward you see the suffering, fear, anger, and dread.
Now all is clear and calm as you lift the one-foot of fait and leaning forward.
Looking down..Down..Down.
All agony is gone
Fear no longer exists.
Now you see the world rushing up like a stampede of wild horse running by.
Some people tap a vein, or snort drugs
All you have to do is STEP up to the edge and face the cold hard truth.
dasniper
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See majestic mountains, feel the spirit of the trees
the air of nature's comfort is the air that I now breathe.
A mother and a daughter and a friend from far away
enjoyed this very moment; it was the start of their last day.
I can hear their distant laughter, three women full of life
Watch each of them in comfort, unknowingly unsafe.
As nature unfolds its darkness, a nightmare becomes so real
Raging violence, unheard screams - I can't imagine how they feel.
Numbed by silent sadness, I now look at the sky.
My knotted thoughts untying, my eyes begin to cry.
For a moment I am forgetting the horror they had to face.
Their scream is slowly fading; what a moment that is.
No forgiveness will salvage this beautiful place
as the laughter of three women forever we miss.
Is this a dagger or a crucifix I see?
Is this for real or just a dream?
Would another family of three
have lost their lives instead of them?
My hands are slowly slipping into the soil of this sacred land
How can something so evil happen - I do not understand.
A mother and a daughter and a friend from far away
I do not know them, have never met them,
but my heart aches for these three,
and I find myself praying for their family
sabine_is_here
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LIFE'S BEEN FINE
Dottie Star
never saw the color of her eyes
couldn't hear the baby's voice as she cries
pathetic excuses
reasons never given
he should be forgiven (yeah right)
if he only knew the pain
caused by actions done in vain
you could have had it all
my love joy and my heart
but only concentrated on how to depart
life's been fine
I've never wanted something
I never had in the first place
just wanted you to know
exactly who you made sad
it was Mom and not me...Dad
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Confusion
Nick A
Fragmented thoughts
love, hate
verge of depression
Running As fast as possible
INSANE speed
ripping through trees
smacked in face
leaving savage gashes, tearing flesh
pain, Incredible pain
Fragmented heart.
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If bad breath could kill (alternative poem)
I hate to see you kissin' that guy
I want to punch him out of sight
If only my bad breath
Could blow him dead
I'll do it without
Hesitation I bet.
Harnifer L. Valerio
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too far gone?
LiLsHoRtY
frightened faces peer out of a cold, empty darkness
pain and hatred reflected in their eyes
i know them
I see their vacant stares everyday
are they too far gone on their path of bitter sadness?
will i be the next to walk with them?
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First Love
lyndsie
When your heart says to hold on,
But your head says to let go.
When you no longer dread the mornings,
But still look for the night.
When your fears of losing someone grows,
But the bond between you has never been so strong.
When people tell you it won't last,
But instead you try harder to make it.
And when the days grow cold,
Seeing them makes it warm,
That's when you know you're in love.
When the wind whispers in your ear,
And feel as if you're floating in the air.
That's how you know it's your first love.
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They say that "to be in Love is to happy".
If that is true I must be in heaven.
When my Love is not near me depression creates its self in me.
God why have you punished me like this by taking my love away from me.
Which is also my happiness.
She is my sunshine, my dove, and my moon.
My sunshine because she lights up my life.
My dove because she is the symbol of peace in me.
My moon because she lights up my path.
That path was gloomy, and dark before I met my shining star.
She is my happiness my one and only true love.
elvin
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"Butterfly Woman"
Lightheart
Butterfly Woman am I,
Soaring down from the heavens and sky.
I come to teach gentle lessons of love,
From the Divine I carry the peace of the Dove.
Painful and lonely, I'm not often heard,
In patience and in silence, I must spread the word.
I flit around with pure love in my soul,
Touching only those who's hearts are aglow.
I am beautiful, strong and meant to be free,
To net me and keep me, your pain it would be.
I am the symbol of freedom that we all must live,
Without it we shall suffer, no truth could we give.
As our lives do change, we slowly transform,
If fear overpowers us, our wings will be torn.
Delicate on the outside, yet strong within,
Please let me love you, and soak my love in.
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Forever-
-Byran Edmunds
You've had your heart played with
Something you'd hope wouldn't happen to you
All that you need here
Is some of my loving glue
I'll take every piece
Bit by bit
Put it back together
Until the perfect fit
I will replenish everything that was lost
Tell me all your fears
And I'll rid of them,
Wipe away all of your tears
With all your shattered pieces
Scattered by the wind in time
I will search for every one
Until that heart is mine
These pieces might take forever
To put back together
But as long as we're together
Then I will wait forever
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Soft Light haiku
Bard selby
Her back, golden arch
As he nibbled his way to
her happy (joy) meal
Her thighs shine
like a full moon on cold day
Give me a moon pie
I thought to share me
for all the world to address
not ready, boulder
On a park bench I
sit thinking about bob ross
He could do better
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SINGING A BIT TOO LOUD
Walter Sackett
As a small child in the pew, I heard little of the sermon, and not much of what the old folks said. But to this day I'm impressed by the strength of the woman, towering above my head. She prayed with conviction, followed in the word, and listened with calm assurance. But what struck me most, was when we stood for the hymn. She had us all join in the chorus. The folks all around us would stare in amazement, as we sang at the top of our lungs. Her voice rang out high and clear. The gates of heaven would open. The angels would join in a glorious shout, the notes held loud and long. Some folks would gawk, and some would whisper, "she's singing a bit to loud." "The Lord inhabits his praise", she would say. And we new that in this she was right. For in her life, in her love, we could all see God. In her soul, in her walk, in her way. As I've walked my own path with her song very proud, I've made it through some painful hours. Facing life as a celebration, with a spirit of praise, was the lining on many dark clouds.. With the memory of Mom and her powerful praise, I teach my own kids, "Open soul to God." Inhabit us in our praise, dear Lord, and keep us Singing a bit too Loud.
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LOVE??
By Calvin Borelli
One of the most powerful human drives
And yet I deny myself from it.
I act scared of it but yet I want it so bad.
Like a puppy I want to pounce on it and hold
It tight as I can also like a puppy meeting
A new animal I'm Scared to touch it and yet
I want it so bad and don't know what to do.
Like a big gorge in my stomach that needs to
be filled and I'm afraid to fill it.
But, the gorge just gets bigger and eventually
It swallows me!!
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As I try to apply with a sigh;
These words to paper and I feel a little safer.
The coherent, inaudible phrases
Leave indomitable signs affecting awed faces.
Not a boastful cry to arms,
But a feeling of stability you shall come to no harm.
Without you my emptiness lingers.
And your warming touch to my lips from your fingers.
Then a burning feeling inside my belly.
Will I see you again?
Will I feel you again?
Will I hear your soft voice?
No telling.
C.S. Axelsen
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You say that you love me
My heart says you don't
You say that you will
My heart says you won't.
Your dreams and desires
Were first above all
Now your sitting there lonely
With no one to call.
After so many heartbreaks
I stayed so confused
You took me for granted
And my love you abused.
Then destiny called me
It was time to be free
I had to find someone
Who would also love me.
I pray that you learn love
Before you get old and gray
So you can be happy
Like I am today.
Linda LaMar
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"Love Letter"
Andrea L. Carrillo
At the thought of me does your heart beat seem to race? Do I consume your thoughts even at your most hectic times throughout the day? Does your heart ache, long for me when you're lying awake at night thinking of me?
As the night rolls in and I settle myself alone in my bed my thoughts are on you. As I close my eyes and lift my covers up near my face I can still smell your sent on them and my thoughts run wild of our time together. I settle back and visualize your arms around me, so soft yet strong. My body fills with such strong emotions as I can feel the sensation of your warm breathe on the back of my bare neck. I drift softly into my dreams of the night, which are constantly filled with you my love.
I find myself waking in the night to reach out for your touch and my heart aches as I realize that you are not there. I return to the one thing that will keep me content until I can touch you again, my dreams.
My eyes close again and I run the tips of my fingers down my neck and softly brush them against my lips dreaming that it's your touch instead of my own sending shivers down my spine. I become so overwhelmed by emotions I drift away to that special place inside of me where you are still with me. I begin to touch my own lips believing that they are yours, finding myself yearning and longing for you more and more until finally my insides rapture. Do you know what I feel with one touch from your soft hands or just a long gaze into your eyes. I live for the night that I can have you all to myself again, and I am gracious that God created dreams. For without them, my love, our time apart would be unbearable. Until our eyes meet again and I can ly in your arms again each night, I will meet you in a place where our distance has no barrier. So when and if you do feel as I do, at times when the days seem to drag on and the yearning seems to become stronger with each breath, do as I do my love, dream of me.
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LOVE IS BLIND...
Lizette Ann dela Cruz
for people who don't want to see,
who can't accept the true colors
of the person they love
... these are the people who will
be forever miserable. They can never be happy
because they will never be satisfied
... they will always long for the person to
change to someone they've dreamed of
AND THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN
... why prolong the unhappiness?
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I LIT ALL THE CANDLES; I WAITED RIGHT THERE
TO TOUCH THE LIPS, CARESS THE HAIR
YOU CAME TO ME SOFTLY, THE SHEETS WERE BRAND NEW
FILLED THE ROOM WITH RED ROSES, AND PICTURES OF YOU
YOU SAID IT WAS LOVE; I KNEW IT UNTRUE
STILL TOOK OFF YOUR DRESS, AND STOCKINGS TOO
I KNEW NOT THE FUTURE; THE PRESENT UNCLEAR
SUDDEN FEAR CAME OVER ME; WHY WERE YOU SO DEAR?
WE PLAYED IN THE GARDEN; THE SUN AND THE SMELL
NOW ITS NEAR FREEZING; LIVES TURNED TO HELL
SOMETIMES I MISS YOUR SMILE; NO MORE ROSES FOR YOU
BUT REALLY WHAT I MISS- YOUR PEACH SHAMPOO
BUT NOW I'VE MOVED ON; NO TIME TO PLAY DEAD
AND SOON ILL FORGET YOU; CANT MESS WITH MY HEAD
I KNOW THAT YOU'RE SORRY; I'M GLAD THAT WE MET
BUT YOU WERE WITH HIM, AND YOU FEEL REGRET
"SO GOOD LUCK WITH LIFE", I SAY WITH A SMILE
CAUSE I KNOW IT WILL SUCK; YOUR LIFE IN DENIAL.
Sean Linnan
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LOSS OF MY LUMBERJACK :C)
by aLySoN bLaiR
In the dark, November morning I rise
Wiping away tears from last night's bottled cries
Peering into the mirror at my still-bloodshot eyes
My tears shall keep on rolling until my pillow dries
The frost is on the window
He tramps his size 13 boots through the snow
He's drawn out of the woods my lantern's curious glow
But my tears still stream at a steady flow.
Bereavement of something lost
I count the mounting cost
This breath turns to frost
Like his truck's grey, smoky exhaust
Thousands of broken, milky-white, calcium bones
Could not mount my heart's breaking pain
The foliage of my love had overgrown
But it was washed out with Heartbreak's poison rain.
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lamp shades darkened in the sounds of spring
playing her harp strings within the chest of winter
dismal
retreat of flowering servitude
she sits marrying the collapse of the ever faithful sovereign sky
awake and beaming what can never be seen
within tear strains
and longitudinal happiness
abstract pitiful petals
broken and rusted in the shade of ground
and the depressed oak
running her finger nails down the backs of fortune tellers
craving the sighs of plentitude
and the signs of mortality
a silent death
the death of decay placed
carefully beneath the fourth tarot card
as spring leaves the room
slowly leaving behind crisp memories in her wake
dragonsabbat
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i know i've found the one
the one i've been searching for
i get that feeling in side
every time i'm with her
now the time has come
the time for her to go
i know i don't want her to go
but maybe it's the best
though our love will never rest
i know it hurts now
but i can help stop the pain
even though your gone
please always sing this song
i try and visit yes i'll try
but it just tears my heart up
when i see you cry
for all the good byes we took for granite
one never thought it'd be forever
so here it is my last good bye
please Jennifer, please don't cry
I Love you J. L. J.
John O. Rogers
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Beauty
Dermot Haughey
What is Beauty,
No one really knows,
I think it is what you don't see,
That's what I suppose
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Dawn
Joffre Essley
Give him his due, this dawn is punctual
And for all his art, he's very functional
But, alas, he suffers this sad fate
Never, never to rise late.
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A Poem for a special one.
icedtea
My soul looks for you,
W/we were VT,
one of the couples,
Ann Landers advises to get counseling,
where are you now?
When you told Me you were sick
I encouraged you,
When you told Me you were going to die
I couldn't speak,
When you told Me you hate Me
I couldn't walk away.
I sit alone, no other haunts My thoughts as you do
No other brightens My life as you,
O/our F/friends inquire about you,
and I, not interested in talking about you,
feel the pain of your illness,
feel the loss of you,
feel you.
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Wishing On A Star
Jamie Catherine Mott
Each day goes by
Without a call
First spring, then summer, then comes fall
I wish upon a star,
that you won't be very far.
Month by month,
Night by night,
Why do we have to fight?
I'm just wishing on a star
Just wondering where on this Earth you are.
Wishing and praying
dreaming and waiting
Day by Day,
And Hour by hour!!!
The time flies by,
Without a simple Hi!
The days pass by,
I just am too shy.
Spending time, just.....
"Wishing on a STAR***"
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Mad
A. J. S.
Sometimes they laugh and they call me insane.
Because I talk with my hands when I try to Explain.
My speech and my past, they have left me this way.
I guess sometimes I really can't tell them what I wanted to say.
The say that I' crazy, that I'm why I'm this way.
I'm really not crazy, And I am not insane.
My past it still haunts me, my future it stalks,
Around shadows, Everywhere that I walk.
So maybe I don't sound like them when I talk.
That is no reason for them to laugh at my tears,
That is no reason to mock my dark fears.
I have kept memories, I have kept them for years.
They would cry to if they had to deal with what's in here.
Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm blue,
So maybe they change in a minute or two.
They don't understand me, I know this is true.
I'm usually ahead of them, in all that they do.
Sometimes I try to talk and the words don't come right.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night.
Sometimes I can't do things as hard as I try.
That doesn't mean I am out of my mind.
If you're convinced that I'm truly insane.
If you don't understand, you have you can blame.
I know I'm not crazy, I like me this way.
I'm just smart, and just different, that's how I explain.
I'm me and you're you, and I like it that way.
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Not All Things Must Change
~Sara Diaz~
When I was young
I didn't know much
I was free-spirited and carefree
But maturity has set in
And I have grown up....
A little
Not all things must change
maturity and age
They are things that come with time
You can still be free-spirited and carefree
A child at heart
Having fun with no worries
Not all things must change
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OSLO SKYSCRAPER
Justinian Dafe
SITTING IN AN OSLO SKYSCRAPER ONE NIGHT
OBSERVING A MYRIAD OF CITY LIGHTS
AGAIN OCCURRED TO MY SOUL'S DELIGHT
HOW FUTILE IS LIFE'S MATERIAL FIGHT
LOOKING UP, OVERWHELMING, STARLIT SIGHT
LIKE MOLECULAR, ATOMS, ELECTRONS IN FLIGHT
FREEDOM FROM THE UNTOLD MISERY OF THE LIFE
CAN ONLY BE REDEEMED THROUGH LIFE'S STRIFE
SOUL PERSONALITY CARVED, EXPERIENCE RIFE
SURE IT FEELS LIKE THE CUTTING KNIFE
BUT NOW I SORE HIGHER THAN THAT HIGH
THERE IS NO NEED TO FEAR THAT ONE DAY I'LL DIE
LEAVE ME IN MY SKY SCRAPER, AND OSLO'S CITY LIGHTS
DON'T PLACE YOUR JUDGMENTS, ON MY RIGHTS
ONE DAY THERE WILL BE AN ULTIMATE SOLUTION
TO MANS DEGRADATION, TO HIS ANIMALISATION
I'LL LEAP FROM CLAY SOD MATERIALIZATION
ENVISAGE THE ULTIMATE LIBERATION
BUT TILL THAT DAY DON'T JUDGE ME, IN MY CAPER
JUST LEAVE ME IN BRIGHT LIGHT, IN MY OSLO SKY SCRAPER
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MOMENTS
David M. Bayliss
WITH THE LIGHT OF THE MOON STROLLING ALONG THE WATERS EDGE ARM IN ARM
MIRROR IMAGES OF OUR SILHOUETTE WALTZ WITH THE STARS AS THEY DANCE
MEMORIES OF MEETING AND BEING OVERWHELMED BY YOUR BEAUTY AND CHARM
THE CHANCE WE TOOK TO FIND TRUE LOVE AND ROMANCE
WHISPERING "I LOVE YOU" AND THE SOUND OF THE GENTLE WAVES THE SILENCE IS BROKEN
THE IMPULSE TO STOP, PASSIONATELY TO KISS AND SEEING THE SHINE OF THE MOON IN YOUR EYES
GOD AS OUR WITNESS, FRIENDSHIP, TRUST AND HONESTY IN THOSE VOWS SPOKEN
KNOWING OUR LOVE WILL LAST LONGER THAN THE EARTH AND THE SKIES
WARMEST SENSATION OF LOVE AS WE EMBRACE FOR THAT NEVER-ENDING KISS
BEATING OF HEARTS, THE FLOATING FEELING OUR SOULS WITH THE STARS AND HEAVENS ABOVE
LIFE AS IT TURNS, LOCKED IN OUR CARESSING HUG THE WORLD WE DO NOT MISS
THROUGH THICK AND THIN, GOOD TIMES BAD TIMES THE BONDING IS OUR LOVE
JOY OF YOUR LOVE INSPIRES ME AND MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING
HAPPINESS IN MY HEART, CHERISHING THESE MOMENTS AND THE CARING IN YOUR TOUCH
AS SURE AND THE SUN, MOON, AND STARS RISE EVERYDAY TO YOU MY LIFE AND LOVE I'M GIVING
TODAY AND EVERYDAY WHAT I'M SAYING IS THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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Sweetest Ever
Brandon DeVall
In all my life you're the sweetest ever.
The one that made me so proud of myself, the one who is clever.
Love and comfort of having you makes me realize my dream came true.
My feelings for you mean so much to me I'll always love you and be there for thee.
When looking in to your eyes I see more then what is there, I see an Angel
that takes away my despair.
Our time to end shall be never for I'll love you ever and ever.
For all my life I have been looking for the one who is most uplifting.
I have found the sweetest ever it is you my love, for there is no better.
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I feel so....
alone here-with people talking all around me
they yell and scream around me
I feel so....
invisible here-with people all about me
They push me out- out of their circle
standing with backs to my direction
I feel so....
undesirable, he the only
one I love
he walks away
saying nothing
looking through me
I feel so....
Human
beautiful-freak
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I suck!!!
Tiffani Patterson
I suck
I suck at many things
I suck at sports
I suck at math
I suck at English
I suck at science
I suck at history
I suck at paying attention
I suck at cooking
I suck at baking
I suck at listening
I suck at dressing
I suck at being a friend
I suck at many things
Like I said I suck !!
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And as the night falls in
The story of us begins
And the voices which tell the story
Belong to just you and me
Sweetness in harmony, blissful in love
Never a touch of discord
As we talk word for word
Our voices leave a trail of hope
For others to follow
You are the harmony
I am the melody
Twirling, we hold hands
As our voices reach the heavens above
And as God learns of our love
Our souls entwine, forever walking next to each other
Never in this world will we ever be apart
Our photo albums will be full of treasures that we take
And our souls will be light with the sweet memories we make
As the night falls in, the story of us begins
And the voices that tell the story, they belong to you and me
angelflower
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Complication,
No intention,
Heartbreak,
Such pretension,
Small white lies,
Truth perverted,
Eyes suspicious,
Ears alerted,
Little rhymes,
Of such distinction,
Poetic mind,
Verges extinction.
fitzeee
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"With Our Hands"
tobias shea
With my hands, I build
and I destroy.
I bring the world to prosper,
and I am there to see it fall.
With our hands, we hold each other up,
and we tear each other down.
We bring life into this world,
and we are there to see it end.
With our hands, we plant the food we will eat,
and we harvest trees to make our homes.
We fend for ourselves,
while destroying what keeps us alive.
With my eyes, I see all these things,
I see the contradiction of this life.
I wonder when we will learn to know the difference,
between prospering and falling, holding up and tearing down,
fending for ourselves, and knowing when enough is enough.
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Untitled
Stephanie McQuinn
His heart beats like slow, southern comfort.
Like whiskey, he intoxicates me.
He moves me like a rhythm,
A waltz as he holds on to me tightly.
Like a long drag from my cigarette,
He feeds my craving, my addiction.
I long for each second beside him,
Like an age old, secret connection.
I feel like I know hi like a loved one,
But the mystery of him still surrounds me.
He's like a song I've never heard before,
But his lyrics speak from within me.
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Love's Scar
Here I sit, unable to stop the teardrops,
Never thought, I would see the day our love would stop,
But it came, ripped apart my whole reality,
My heart, another victim of love's casualties,
Unable to maintain, my heart can no longer withstand,
The fact, that you are now in the arms of another man,
Sentenced to view from a distance,
The pain, seemingly reminiscent and vaguely repetitious,
Feeling ill, with no vaccine or medicine,
Left alone, to embrace my hurt like a close relative,
All alone, hiding my tears in the rain,
Smile and stay silent, to hide the ever-piercing pain,
What happened, to the love that was supposed to last?
Just as you came into my life, you left just as fast,
Like a game of 21, I pulled the wrong cards,
Left with this heart, eternally scarred.
"To die with a broken heart, is to suffer a fate worst than death."
Alan Lo
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Sometimes I feel as if I am doing
all wrong
One word and you will be gone
I don't know maybe it's just me
but baby please give me one more
chance to make you happy
Eve
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When i lay down at night
All i think about is you
When i close my eyes
All i see is you
When i sleep
All i dream is you
When i wake up
I wish you were here
I can't get you out of my mind
I am so into you
smokin
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Key to my heart
Shawn Behem
I had closed the door upon my heart, I wouldn't let anyone in.
I had been trusted, And I had been hurt.
But you would never happen again.
I had locked the door and threw away the key as hard and as far as I could.
Love would never enter their again.
My heart was closed for good then you came into my life and you made me change my mind.
Just then I thought my little key was impossible to find that's when you held out your hand and showed me I was wrong.
Inside it was the key to my heart you had it along!
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Life
Omoro Lewis
Lactating,lusting,lovely,lucid,lady listening,lamenting
Inertia, Inside,infrasonic,incompetent,indolent,indiscret impermanece,impertinent
Fervor, Fastinating,formal,furious,frame,frank,fradulent
Ecstasy Everywhere,eternal,eightfold,eve,edict,elegance elevation,everlasting.
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Piano Blues
Linda B. Jacobs
My piano is blue
with black edges
Drifting in a primitive shade dream
Choking
Wanting air,
Wanting the music that turns blue to gold
I etch him into the plate
I cut deep cuts
Like the pain
Deep
I cover it with shine
then let it dry
Rub it till the colors come
till the colors turn to words
A white piano with pink edges
screaming for a chance
A black scribble piano
with the blues
blues for edges
blues for shade
blues for body
blues for pain
John Lee Hooker sings
to the place where
blue means blue
My piano sighs
I sigh - thankyou
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MISSING YOU ANGLE
CHASITY
EVERYONE THINKS TIME SHOULD TAKE AWAY THE PAIN,
THEY DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND IT STILL HURTS THE SAME.
AS THREE YEARS HAVE PASSED I KNOW ITS TRUE,
I WILL NEVER AGAIN AGAIN BE ABLE TO HOLD YOU.
THE DAY I GAVE BIRTH TO YOU THE PAIN WAS SO STRONG,
LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT DAY I WOULD NOT HAVE YOU LONG.
ALL I HAVE FROM MY LITTLE GIRL ARE FEW MEMORIES,
THESE PRECIOUS TIMES I WILL ALWAYS CARRY WITH ME
WHEN YOU PASSED AWAY I TRIED SO HARD TO MAKE YOU OPEN YOUR EYES,
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR CHILD DIES
SOME SAY YOU WERE A YOUNG SOUL NOT YET THROUGH,
I BELIEVE GOD WANTED TO HOLD YOU
YOUR ARE IN MY HEART ALWAYS LITTLE SUNSHINE,
SOME HAVE THEIR OWN ANGLES AND YOU ARE MINE
PLEASE ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
THERE IS NOTHING I WOULD NOT DO TO FEEL YOUR TINY TOUCH
I MISS YOU SO MUCH MORE THEN I CAN EVER SAY,
WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN THEN I WILL SEE YOU PLAY
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Confused
B.G
I'm so confused I don't know what you want me to do
I'm so confused because I am not sure of my feelings for you
I'm so confused my heart is feeling battered and bruised
I'm so confused because I'm really in love with you
I'm so confused because I don't want to get used
I'm so confused because I just want you
I'm so confused because I'm not making love to you
I'm so confused , all I need is you
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Death Bed
Tommy Boulden
Here I sit and write this poem,
On my death bed.
It probably would be better but,
I know I'll soon be dead.
Look for me in your dreams,
And your masquerades,
For I will be watching you,
All your nights and days.
Death is a part of us,
All the human race.
Even as you're born,
You look it in the face.
So instead of going quiet,
Into the dark of night,
We should not give in,
Stand our ground and fight.
I guess I can't complain,
I should practice what I preach.
But It's much harder to learn,
Then it is to teach.
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~~~~EMPTYNESS~~~~
S.E.Warner
The emptiness
The loneliness
The heartache
And the tears
The memories
The touches
The smiles
And the fears
The fullfilness
The closeness
The comfort
And the warmth
The misery
The sadness
I MISS IT ALL
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Untitled
Susanna V.
I hate society
I hate the way
we're expected to be a certain way
I hate the way
most people are puppets
and follow one another
I hate the way
that you get treated
when you are not one of them
Most of all I hate the way
the media focuses on egotistical accomplishments
and not on all the people out there
who help living beings
and that are trying to make
the world a better place
I hate myself
when I worry about what
people will think of me or what they might say
But in all honesty
I don't care.
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GOLD (The caretaker)
Daphne Scott
By the time morning arrives I am completely deluded
Full of dirt and mud and poison
in the afternoon I lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling
Making up shapes of faces and people dancing; animals hunting
And me laying below in the bowels of hell, trying not to fall asleep
When night arrives, the fading suns rays puncture holes in the bruised sky
And the eyes of your schizophrenic ancestors look down on you
You and I
Their pupils have no pigment, and i wonder why
Why you are still a mystery to me like a book i never bothered to finish reading
I shut you up and pretended that you died
Stabbed in the back by a blade sharp and cynical and sarcastic as all hell
I hold the knife as i hold your life in my hands
And i keep your withered body in a hospital bed in the spare room feeding you your favorite foods off a silver platter,
with a silver spoon
Until its time to admit the truth that I could have done better for you
Who needs silver
When i could have given you gold
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RED ASHES
PLATO KUVELIS
sitting in a wooden loft
through
an open window
still autumn chill
occasionally
massaging a cold crystal chime
a sultry jazz singer echoes
" i don't know enough about you "
cigar smoke wafts about
surrounding quiet thoughts
cast away
with ashes in an old red ashtray
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Your First Kiss
~Candace Salas~
When you feel the warmth of your lips against his
that's when you know you've had your first kiss,
All a sudden you begin to sigh
and get the sensation to fly through the sky,
You look into his eyes and begin to feel weak
as if you don't know how to speak,
His arms are instantly around you holding you tight
and then the blue sky turns to night,
You are glowing as bright as a light
even though it is midnight,
He looks at you and you get a devilish smile
and say "I'll be your girl...... for a little while"
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I went back there yesterday
The place that was yours and mine
But with happiness so far away
The sun did now shine
I can still hear your voice
Your smile I can still see
It was but God's choice
To take you from me
I feel so bereft
And there's pain in my heart
Ever since you left
And ripped us apart
How can I live my life?
Which such burning pain
And put up with the strife
Oh God, I'm living in vain!
But there's something I still contain
Something I will keep
The memories still remain
In my heart so deep
Memories of you and I
When you were still here
They make me cry
But I hold them dear
~Anna V, PA~
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