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Tell me it isn't true

Tell me it isn't true
That he didn't hurt you too
Tell me that your not crying
Please tell me your lying
Why I ask you
Why I say
Why should this happen today
Onlt 13 years
Now we shead 13 tears 
13 forever
Will my soul recover
My days and nights gets longer
Wondering if my days will get shorter
Feeling my heart getting heavy
The wish to hear his voice is driving me crazy
In loving memory Christopher Monte' Rivera


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ONLY ME,,,WHY

yes, I am lonely enough to die; 
lonely enough to cry; 
lonely enough to ask Myself 'why'? 
yes, I am lonely enough to say goodbye! 


Everybody wants to live forever; 
its what i wanted never; 
the thing i wanted ever; 
but nobody loved me like forever.

Nobody wants to die; 
Nobody wants to cry; 
its Me who wanted this all to try; 
and thats the reason why every second i die! 

Its the most difficult thing to realize, 
when you yourself wants to be killed by a knife; 
is it really swift to live such a life; 
NO! as you know you have to be wise! 

Can't even attempt something like suicide; 
cause my religion is still walking beside.
its makes me feel scared side by side, 
what if i died and nobody cried! 

Still there is something to which I am tied; 
but umpteen times i have lied; 
and umpteen times i have cried; 
as i really not find this world wide.

As I told you i never was clever; 
so now I am saying GOODBYE FOREVER!


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Mystic dialogue

There are some dreams that you don't see during the night 
You can just imagine. 
There are some words that you don't hear 
You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes. 
There are some loves that you don't get with a kiss or a hug 
You can touch these with your soul. 

If you can see what you can't see with your eyes 
If you can hear what you can't hear with your ears 
If you can touch what you can't touch with your hands 

Then I will not speak anymore 
Then you will not speak anymore 

Then will speak only our hearts  


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


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Just For My Sweet Beautiful Boo

I think about you every hour throughout my day/ I dont know what it is about you that makes me feel this way?/ but I want to let you know Im going to try to comprehend them in the nest few wrods that I say......
 Dam girl I stillcant belive you my boo....after all the drunk bull-sit I put you threw/ You make me better at everything girl I cannot lose/ Right now you the only woman that I choose/ You bring light to my rez life blues/ You make ,my heart beat faster than it normally moves I dont life being alone because I'm better off when my life is spent in two's/ Without your pretty face around girl I dont know what I would really want to do/ No matter what mi lady because this poem ws written just for you my sweet beautiful boo........


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Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


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Loveless

Loveless

Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious


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Quick Energy~

Quick Energy

Sight Unseen

Sometimes Pieces

Are the Ones You Miss


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Rain

The Pigeons of life being set to fly,
fear in the raging hearts ,they just can't defy
for the lamenting eyes , when they turn vile
And the pleasant solitude of them, remains in exile..

Intrigued by the clouds, winds just followed
the charming loneliness , felt alone on its own
for the friend,whose war, as if it waged,
when the pain was warm enough...

Their love rained and soon everything erased..


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Picture of a movie

 
I was among and you offer me notice. Birds assist and we got known. Your noisy smile shake the summer hat you tried to hold by the edge. I still recall that picture from a movie.


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Sandy Hook Elementary

Ploop Plop
I flopped down onto the black leather coach
Wee Snaw 
I inhaled deeply
Slowly i twisted my head to the right
The AT&T remote control lay blocked
Umph
An attempt to get the remote; I succeded
Click Click Click
I changed the channel
"A shooting at Sandy Hook" the weatherman said
"Elementary students 6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
Utter shock filled  my mind
Slowly I pressed rewind
"6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
The newsman repeated
Again and again I began to lose control
Instantly I'd felt panic
My child, I thought
I grabbed my keys and began to run towards my car
Ring, ring, ring it rang several times
I stopped
"Answer the phone" I thought
Chink, I answered
"Susan"
"yes" I replied.
"She's gone."


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- MARTYR -

" There is nothing wrong on giving all you have to that person who holds your heart, being broken-hearted is okay but being broken- hearted twice from the same guy is off the track. " 
 
 
 Girl, you've been lied,
you've been cursed,
you've been thrown,
you have cried, 
and you've been hurt.
Still your heart can take
so much of that.
 
 
 Sure you know
the difference between love and insanity.
Committing mistake and learning from it, its ok.
but committing the same mistake over and over again
is stupidity.
 
 
 You let go of your heart and your mind,
I hope someone will catch it at the end of time.
One day, I hate to see again,
in one corner you cry...
 
I may not know how is it to be on your shoes,
but I am pretty aware of the pain it caused.


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Hageshem (The Rain)

A blast of smoke,   she falls
 beside his cold and soaking body;
 crying out    to deafened ears --
demoralized dehumanized
  ~A gunshot in the pouring rain so they can’t see her tears.


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Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.


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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


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The flirt

You smile and we chears perhaps away are the dears. But what a better of a joy than let the pretty take the troy.!


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Dance

Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.


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Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!


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Comfort Me

Comfort me, for I have been hurt one to many times. Sometimes I feel unworthy 
of love and affection. I have been through way more than any teenage girl should 
ever have to endure. I feel dirty although I know I am clean. Sometimes I wonder 
if somebody would just comfort me and tell me how worthy I am. Neglected by 
my parents, disowned by family. Alone in the world at seventeen with a child on 
the way. Put into the system three years ago, bounced from placement to 
placement with no comfort given. I feel as if people can see right through me and 
they laugh at my pain. Unworthy of being a duaghter, for nobody will claim me as 
their own. Sometimes I think to myself if only I could fly away to a place where my 
past doesn't matter and the pain was taken away, would that finally be the place 
to comfort me?


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Lie's

LIE'S ARE BUT DEMON'S OF THE MIND

      WHERE FIERY HATE PLAYS

THE ECHOES OF FROM SOUL THAT RHYME

        EXPRESSIONS DECEIVING WAYS

 

A DECAYED BODY AT THE DEVILS FEET

    WHERE SINISTER THOUGHTS ABIDES

AS A VICTIM OF THE SOULS DEFEAT

     WHERE DISASTER THEN PRESIDES

 

A DAGGER CUTTING AT THE TONG

    THE CONTENTS OF THE HEART

THE DEATHLY ANGELS HAS SUNG

     REVILING EVERY PART

 

A CROW FLYING THE SKY OF DEATH

     WITH IT'S WINGS SPREAD AS-WELL

HER SOUL HAVING ALREADY MET DEATH

    BY THE OTHER CREATOR'S OF HELL


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BUSH KEPT AMERICA SAFE ( An ode to former President George W. Bush )

They can remember him as the warmonger,
the heartless one, instead of the southern gentleman; 
and haven't they yet realized that he was a man of God,
with values far greater than most of us?
God hates war Himself, but when evil 
men do horrendous deeds, He approves of it!
Was David wicked to take Goliath down?
Was Moses wrong for breaking the Holy Tablets,
when his people turned to idolatry and forsook their God?
Was Jashua thirsty for the enemy's blood,
or he obeyed Him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt? 
Bush kept America safe, and I'm thankful for that! 
We cannot judge anyone by our human way, which is so futile: 
the-so-assumed-perfect-one make mistakes like the imperfect one;
perfection was taken away from us when our ancestors sinned!
Look at yourself and be less judgmental; 
we have faults, too and we try to hide them by manifesting denial!
Try some compassion, understanding and sympathy,
and these same virtues will be considered by others:
when you are swerving off your path and you need guidance!
When someone is about to fall, foresee that weakness...
before he plunges into the abyss of nothingness!
But we must show pity to anyone admitting the guilt,
if forgiveness is granted to the unworthy one...why shouldn't he justify
his actions when his Country was attacked cowardly?
Bush kept America safe, and I will testify to that!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Anthem (part one)

In a tunnel under earth, we were given a curse
In this world, we am called reverse
Eager to think and question
These things bring out nothing but aggression

We are one in all and all in one

Sent to the house of the street sweeper
Keep my thoughts from them, ill think deeper
In a subway we find the device
Must show the council word of advice

We are one in all and all in one


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Strong Mocking Drink That Destroy

Alcohol builds 
challenging disorder 
effects,

  future gets high 
intoxication;jeopadised

       living moments.

Now one`s pleasure_ _

  quandary, retribution 
surely torment_ _

     unsparingly;

Both children and 
parents may suffer 
mental

   and emotional  
consequences in life.


chipepo lwele


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untitled

You, your there.
He you Ive been there with you back to back for years.
To you Ive broken a piece of your heart.
Hey you only have eyes for once was.
my glasses are semi clean.
yet you want to close your eyes.
You will let it be.
Back to back even if you are a tree and i am the stump.
My glasses semi clean.
I've only a piece of tape to mend,
that of which was ripped off.
my eyes will cry for you.


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THIS HONORABLE FLAG

If freedom is attained by sacrificing lives,
even those of the youngest age,
then what makes these men so brave:
to hold up their flag and make it wave in each challenging battle?
A spirit that is undefeatable...
to give this honorable flag all they have!  
If protecting and defending their Country
has that voracity and ambiguity:
to up-hold their values so rooted in fairness,
what other scope could sway them from their perseverance?  




True as it , reality can be very scary:
the Romans used the cornu and the tuba, the American colonists 
used the fife; others used the trumpets and drums, 
or just beating their shields with swords to panic the enemy,
and be ready to attack and knowing they would die...
made them the warriors that death called to a great destiny!
But today it takes more willingness
and strength for a soldier to fight!   
  



I'm not a soldier, but a poet extending his heart-felt sympathy
by writing this ode to praise and exalt this wonderful liberty
we often take for granted by lessening its worth;
see the wounded soldiers grieving for others and hiding their hurt!
Go and greet them as they get off the battleships;
shake their hands and hug them to show your appreciation and solace:
their wounds won't heal...if nothing is said with a thankful and grateful voice!
Make them really proud and up-lift their troubled thoughts
by giving them this honorable flag, stained by blood and sanctified by sacrifice:
only then their anger and bitterness can dissolve in kindness! 




Welcome home, soldiers... welcome to your humble palace,
that can certainly be the most serene place;
put away your weapons, display your pictures
and admire your memorabilia evoking memories...
undying as love and so admirable and patriotic!
Remember the splendor and glory of your star-spangled flag,
and envision other ages when men won't have to fight anymore!
Kiss and hold your wives and children...the jewels you have never lost!  
This honorable flag is the distinguishable symbol of your dedication,
and your incomparable courage when the hardest choice confirmed your intention!  


Dedicated to the brave American soldiers defending freedom

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci