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Details | Free verse | |

She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.


Details | Free verse | |

My Soul, is Freedom's Journey

Blowing through a vast crevasse –
from whirling tempest; 
to calming balm on wounded skin;
to constant howl;
to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips –

I am a promise, 
to the girl who waits,     
within the cave, where no light shines;
where sucking blackness and decay
consumes and claws across
the barren expanse that is –

My inner child’s mind.

Little Kristin, girl of 7 
(when time stopped)
suspended upon a bony pillar, sits,
engulfed by craggy mountain walls –

The cave of sorrows.

A black pit surrounds the tower, 
held hostage by those who would keep her silent;
(protecting the illusion at all costs)
she waits,
bound, 
and as silent as the fear that creeps up 
the lone pillar,
(coming for the light in her eyes)
killing slowly, methodically,
attacking light –
the light that creeps through cracks;
breaks through holes;
breathes life into darkness –

(minions of death vying to stay her shine).

Her holly-hobby night gown 
(full of broken dreams)
tattered and torn, 
crowns her dirty little feet.
A grayed white gag, beneath soiled cheeks –
(like apples, they used to say)
blackened by yesterday,
save for the dappled light that shines,
from green eyes –
just a glimpse…
       then gone.

A tiny flame flickers, within small hands –
(holding what was stolen)
keeping the beasts at bay...
(lighting a Mother’s way)

They say I was everything to the one in the photographs –
The light giver.

Light taken, 
       and given.
Her battery drained, 
(strength offered to the shining moon)
       then gone.

Permanently erased.
Eradicated, liberated (grace or fear?)

Strength was my gift born
from her weakness -
my birthright, and soul’s mantra.

My soul was God’s gift -
my strength,
was her gift –
I am battery doubled.
No more am I dirty black holes 
hiding in shadow,

For I am wind…

I am nowhere, 
        And everywhere.
I am past, present and future.
My soul is freedom blowing through the cracks 
left by the black maker (innocence taker);        
     
into my darkest depths;
holding the little girl (lost, no more) –

kissing her face;
drying her tears;
      leaving the cave -
carrying my child home.

Together we light 
the ancient halls,
Where I am the light maker now.

Winding my way from heaven to
ground;
kissing the nose’s of my five reasons 
found –

My soul is wind 
       from the heaven’s,
unbound,

and these are the gifts 
that my soul 
resounds.

Amen.


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Free verse | |

Heartbeat

You can tell the song of the girl too afraid to sing
To the beat of her own drum from miles away
Her song has no life

You can hear the song of the suppressor 
Who makes that girl afraid to sing 
To her own heartbeat 
The suppressor’s song is sung loud 
And with authority 
To cover his own insecurities

You can differentiate between followers and leaders too
 The followers sing an old familiar tune 
Together so their voices blend 
No one can hear individual voices 
There is safety in numbers
 The leader’s song breaks free 
A melody that soars so high 
That others look up to it

Some don’t fall into any set category
 Their songs weave into everyone else’s
 Trying different tunes and octaves 
They belong nowhere and everywhere 
And don’t stay anywhere for long

Others sing their song on a different frequency
 That few can hear and enjoy 
But who’s to say the song is good or bad 
When we don’t take the time
To tune in and truly hear

The songs of man and girl alike 
Flow and peak and weave 
Through melodies and harmony 
That never the earth will leave


Details | Romanticism | |

Girl

Its so hard to say good-bye but I still cry, 

Now that I realize that you gone out of my 

life, girl I just can't stop writing poems 

about you, I love so much, girl I'm about to 

go insane all my days still look like rain, 

girl I go through so much pain, I don't know 

if I could remember my name, it feels like 

I'm about to loose my mind, I know your legs 

are tired, because you run through my all 

the time, girl, over and over I think about 

you, now I hope you see how much I'm still 

in love with you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Black Girl

                                                              LITTLE BLACK GIRL
                                                                  Written By: Famekia Dingle

                                                                                                 


 Little black girl hold your head high,
Don’t look down and let life’s joys pass you by.

     You are one of My Father’s creations,
Beautiful and Strong

Don’t you ever let this world steer you wrong.

     Stand up straight baby ebony, Stick your chest out, 
Walk like you have gold minds diggin in your back yard.

     Be proud of who you are and from where you come,
Believe me little black girl God don’t make no mistakes.

     Don’t listen to the evil they say or
Allow the wicked they do to stop you.

     Cause when you smile the heavens open and that’s a fact.
Go ahead let them hate you for that 
     Gods got your back.

     Don’t think it strange when love passes you and gently lifts your chin,
Little black girl hold your head high

    With God you’re sure to win. 


Details | Ode | |

First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Verse | |

Brown Eyes

Brown eyes that matched her hair
Sad and unhappy as she stood there
Waiting for her love to return, maybe yes
maybe never, only time will tell
Such sad brown eyes that matched her hair
Tied from behind in the most romantic way
Head slightly tilted gazing down in despair
Looking, but not looking staring into space
Memories, dancing inside her head
As she spoke silently “He promised to return” 
Talking to herself said… “I had to believe
What am I to do this is just my grief”
Time is just a lie man invented it to be wise
When two lovers are together
It doesn’t need Einstein.
He gave such a wonderful love
Love only known to a lonely heart
For what is life if not with him, I prefer to die.
Fool I am to think he will return
He’s been gone so long maybe minutes
maybe days.


Details | Narrative | |

A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears


Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you


Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.


Details | Narrative | |

The Christmas Kiss

I was sitting in the crowded train station with time to waste, waiting on the train to take me home on Christmas Eve.  A very pretty, young lady, carrying a full backpack headed for one of the only open seats across the aisle from me next to a rather dirty and disheveled older man.

As she removed her backpack to sit down he glared up at her; she smiled a beautiful bright smile and said to him, “Merry Christmas”.

“I don’t celebrate Christmas”, he barked up at her.

“Yeah?  Well, that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy on the day that I celebrate Christmas.  And I hope the day is merry for you as well.”

“What is there to be merry about”, he moaned, “A bunch of hypocritical religious zealots pretending to be nice to one another while the world goes to hell in a hand basket.”

“Well, at least for that one day, most of us believe the hypocrisy, and even for just a few hours, we practice the morals that our religion tries to instill in us.  At least on that one day, for us religious zealots, there is a glimmer of hope that we can save the world from going to hell and, I, for one, believe that is reason to be merry.”

“Terrific!  And, what does that get me,” he whimpered.
	
“Well, what you get is this one time of year, when a twenty-two year old college girl is not afraid to sit next to you; smile at you; and, wish you a Merry Christmas.  And, if you just say, ‘Thank you’ and ‘Merry Christmas’ back to her, she just may give you the biggest and best kiss you have ever experienced.”

She stood back up and started to put her backpack back on as he simply stared up at her.  Once she was situated and ready to move on towards her train, she stopped; smiled at him again; and, said, “Merry Christmas.”

It seems I was not the only stranger that was witnessing this exchange.  All of those around me were perched on the edge of their seats waiting to see what might happen.  The old man cracked a little smile.  A glimmer came to his eyes, and he said, “Thank you.  And, Merry Christmas to you, too.”

The girl leaned down and planted a kiss right on his lips for what seemed like ten minutes.  Smiles lit up the faces of all the men, women and children watching this take place.  When the girl finally pulled back, the old man was frozen in place with a big ole smile on his face.  She adjusted her backpack and started heading towards the tracks.  All the men she passed on her way who witnessed this exchange anxiously yelled, “Merry Christmas” as she passed, hoping for a kiss as well.

I looked back at the old man who was still in a dream.  Suddenly he caught me looking at him and barked, “What are you staring at?”

I just shook my head back and forth and said, “Merry Christmas”.

“Yeah!  Well Merry Christmas to you, too” he shouted.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Narrative | |

My Motivations in Poetry

My love of poetry started when I was still a five- year old child When my parents asked me to memorize verses and rhymes With all my feelings and actions, I recited my poems in front of a crowd Innocently receiving adulations but not a handful of dime The first piece I memorized was entitled, “Cradle Hymn” I was a small girl sent in a poem competition, so naïve When I’ve grown up , I realized it’s a song lyric with Christmas theme So, I sang it and started to develop my good voice quite a bit When I was a teenager, I memorized speech and declamation pieces My teacher sent me in a poem contest for a campaign against drug addiction I tried to deliver my piece like a candidate for a star award actress Acting like a drug addict teenage girl longing for parents’ love and attention As years went by, I turned out to be quite a flirty lady With puppy love and sweet crushes to some guys around me When one of them got me, so happy until I forgot all about reciting poetry Relationship went long but when we broke up, it created another life’s story All my heart brokenness has turned me out to be a poem writer I also wrote few poems for my family, dreams and for close friends’ requests My passion of poetry blazed and turned out to be greater When I found a writing spot, motivated and inspired by my friends-the great poets
Feb. 6, 2013 First Place Contest: Who What Where Judged: 4/23/2013 Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


Details | Free verse | |

Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan


Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in a hospital bed, a tragic victim of Taliban gunmen, let's help make her dream come true. Pakistan's constitution says girls should be educated alongside boys, and the government has the resources to make it happen. But politicians have ignored that for years, influenced by extremist religious groups, and now, only 29% of girls attend secondary school. Study after study has shown the positive impact on personal and national income when girls are educated. Courtesy Avaaz I have Twitted My Photo Poem on 17th Oct 2012 for Malala https://twitter.com/i/#!/kapoor_/media/slideshow?url=pic.twitter.com%2FsRpkWvZI A Prayer to God (Khuda) Let knowledge & education Touch and shape the dreams Of every girl child Of Pakistan. Let the flowers of real Happiness As it blooms, on the charming face of Malala Touch the smiles Of every citizen of Pakistan. Let the light of Khuda (God) Flashes on the minds Of all the citizens of Pakistan Who want to see A prosperous and Happy Pakistan. Let education and knowledge Bloom to spread their fragrance For all the Girl childs Of India and Pakistan. Ravindra Kanpur India 17th Oct 2012 Note: I pray to God to save the life of this precious girl Malala, who was trying to save the lives of hundreds and thousands of girl children of Pakistan from getting lost in the darkness of Illiteracy. Ravindra


Details | Romanticism | |

Never had a way with words

Never had a way with words, no matter how I tried,
Each time I met a girl I became tongue tied.
In my mind I had it sorted, knew exactly what to say,
But as I tried to speak, I knew I had lost the day.

The opportunity was often there, of that there was no doubt,
But the bit twix brain and lip, stopped words from coming out.
Maybe if I was good looking, an athletic sort of guy,
They would see me differently, I wouldn't have to try.

But when I was a lad of seventeen, six foot, thin, with spec's on,
The army taught me how to fight, girls, they made me numb with fright.
T'was many years before I met the girl who was for me,
Love at first sight, an old cliche, was very true for me.

She untied my tongue, gave me a song, I was weak but she was strong,
I loved her then and love her still, a union made by Gods own will.
Family looked and sneers were passed, they said it wouldn't last,
How wrong they were, we're together still, more than forty years have passed

© Dave Timperley 2013


Details | Narrative | |

Female Companion

                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy


Details | Romanticism | |

The Four Letter Word

Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

Love...,
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.

For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!

Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.

For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.

For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.

Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.

Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.

And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.

Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.

huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Like you

I have dreams too
I have hopes too
I have plans too,
I cry too,
I laugh too,
I fail too,
I succeed too,
sometimes my world is
in black n white too,
sometimes so coloured 
and beautiful,
I make mistakes too
sometimes am so right too,

I pray too
sometimes I just forget tom
I care too
sometimes just 
indifferent
I try hard sometimes too
I relax sometimes and 
just let things be,
I'm just like you,
 just that
you'll never find another 
VIRGINIA like me,
am unique,
JUST LIKE YOU.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Sapphic stanza | |

No Air

A Girl and a boy both go to music school.
The boy and girl get an audition for a Record Label. 
The both go to the audition and both of them get the chance to go and record there own album. 
The audience loved them and all the judges voted for them both to win the audition. 
They both go back to there homes in the ghettos of Brooklyn New York City.  
The boy was warming up for the Record Label by singing. The girl was also doing the same. 
They both take off at the same time from there houses. 
They both get on the same train and ride together. 
They both see one another and walk up to each other and shaking hands and nodding at each other as a signal to sing in the train in front of everyone. 
The boy pulls out a stereo out of his back pack and turns a a song and they begone to sing while all the people on the train looking at them and smiling. even all the gansters and emo's were looking with an aww. 
The boy and girl got so into singing together on the train that they got really close and personal, making it look like they were singing to each other. 
They touched each other and almost looked like they were about to kiss. 
The train stopped and they both stopped singing to each other. 
They both got off without saying anything to each other and went there own way's. 
The boy met up with his boys and went to the ally to smoke some weed before the recording starts, and the girl went off with her girls to do a touch up on her nails. 
Again they start walking to the studio at the same exact time and showing up there at the same time. 
The girl gets to the booth first and than comes the boy right behind her. 
Than the boy says, "wait am i singing with her"? and the answer was "yes".
The girl was already in the singing booth and the boy and his friends came and started laughing at her in the booth. 
The boy got mad and went into the booth to show his boys that she is hella good at singing. 
The both stand right next to each other and being hearing a melody comes out from the song No Air, by Chris Brown and Jordan Sparks. 
The girl started singing first and the boy followed right after her. 
The boys friends had there jaws dropped by the amazing voice that they both make together. 
The DJ had a smile on his face and everyone was stunned by the way they sound together. 
They both got really into it and started do what they did in the train. 
By the end of the song people were crying of what beauty they just heard. 



Details | Rhyme | |

Princess Fairy Tinsel

Princess Tinsel.

It was a day in springtime in the valley
All the Elves and fairies gathered round
Today it was the coronation morning
Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned.

As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops
They warbled out a happy sounding song
The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus
You could tell that there was something going on.

Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely
And on this very day she would be queen
And all the woodland people were ecstatic
For such a caring princess she had been.

So then the valley's filled with happy laughter
As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere
For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler
And oh, that lady was so very fair.

And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel
Has married her the prince who now be king
And peace and happiness does rule the valley
Which now they call "the land of everything".

21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

I am

As i sit here wondering, thinking 
i write everything that comes to my head,

Then almost instantly I feel a certain pungent dread.
This is my life therefore i must accept it,

I'm an ordinary island girl, a girl of the world
yet i do not feel defined by who i am

i am exotic, my wavy hair flows
my small eyes dart and with my voice i sing like a lark.

Beautiful i am. I am beautiful.
and yet i really don't know who I am 

is my olive skin with yellow hues the true essence of me?
it certainly is my individuality.

I am every girl out there that hates to love their hair 
their skin, their diversity and not really being one or the other. 

I am, I am that sea breeze, fresh like a rose with dew.
beautiful and delicate. 

 


Details | Rhyme | |

BELOVED BLESSING of MIRACLE

pretty amazing to behold,
once of a llfetime story never before been told.
behind all the biggest miracle:
there is a woman in every age,
blessed above all the rest of the mother's,
from the beginning,
ever since time began,
you journeyed and fought a good race,
besides everything that we do,
you are a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and grandma,
because of you,
I am not lost.
you found me on low,
you stood by me in every hurt that I cost.
mother of all heritage,
you beloved are a blessing of all miracles.


Details | Quatrain | |

Crimson Slippers

Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010


Details | Free verse | |

more than fascination

When I first met you 
you were so cute that
my brain just couldn't compute 
so I went mute
 As I stared in awe 
Wanting to know you
Noticing that 
the reason my heart ached was 
 because of you
A girl much more than a pretty face 
I never wanted to make love out of lust
but then I realized 
that it was in you I trust
So I must change 
to show you
this isn't simply fascination 


Details | ABC | |

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........


Details | Narrative | |

L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life


Details | Epic | |

SHE IS LADY ZOYA

SHE IS LADY ZOYA From rich bucket bills of grandeur bliss Dawns wobbling chills from cruel treachery Harsh is the murmur of the night, my Lady Has Aidos spang slain as disgrace ink reign? Swarm of bees threats and afire the days Seems... to live life, one must be on break away Gowns and golds gone like a storm Tears a rain clouding the seeds of reform Never-say-die attitude the tarring rock Ah! The Lady Zoya got this trait in blocks Shut down on countless turbulent thuds Still, she arise like a Monarch from the mud Royal blood dance viscous to her veins But to burlesque shows, she swayed in vain For her children: Nicholas and Sasha. Her picturesque-like the late Princess Diana. Huge fire almost killed her children She changed. Later became, a fashion designer Simon Hirsch saw a diamond from a spread of roughs He married and dressed her in lovelier stuffs The tambourine music of war took her husband life Penthos again bathe her ever wounded thrive Yet, love abounds never did she succumb She strive to strum melodies from the crumbs ________________________________________________ **Zoya Konstantinovna Ossupov is a Russian countess, a young cousin to Czar Nicholas II during the Russian revolution and World War I.. Terms: Aidos: shame, can range from a sense of respect Penthos: grief, suffering ©O. E. Guillermo 9:38pm; November 11, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Queen Esther The Song

(Esther 5: 2)



(Chorus:  Part 1)

Walk In Majesty
Walk In Grace
Walk With GOD
Shining On Your Face
And You Can Walk
Thru Any Place ...
                      Embraced


Prepare Your Steps
To Bring GOD Praise
Keep Your Stride
A Steady Pace
Walk In GOD's Ways
Thru Every Space ...
                     Embraced


(Chorus:  Part 2)


Walk Like Queen Esther
Brave & Beautiful
Walk Like Queen Esther
Divinely Dutiful

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guard You
On The Way


... Walk Like Queen Esther ...



Walk Like Queen Esther
In Love & Trust
Walk Like Queen Esther
and Move On
If You Must ...

and Every Step You Take
Please Pray
and GOD Will Guide You
Through Always



and Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther



(Main Song)



The King Held Out To Esther
The Golden Scepter
That Was In His Hand

She Was His Queen
The Woman Who Fulfilled His Dreams
One of The Most Beautiful In All His Lands

There Was No Hesitation
In His Heart's Designation
Towards This Woman Who Stood Royal & Serene

She Held His Affection
and Did Not Suffer Rejection
As She Humbly Walked In, As His Queen

But Oh, The Interplay
of Emotions That Day
Between This Woman & Her Loving Man

When The King Held Out To Esther
His Golden Scepter
... That Was In His Hand

* * * * * * * * * * * *


so Walk Like Queen Esther
Walk Like Hadassah
Walk Like Queen Esther


( Walk-On Hadassah - Walk-On ! )


             Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/17/2013 
              by:  MoonBee Canady


Details | I do not know? | |

Many Questions, One Answer

The bills, the pain, the drama, the rain
The storm grows larger and floods your brain 
With thoughts that begin to drive you insane
 Like, if I trust God will it all go away?
What am I missing? Empathy? Faith?
What will happen if I stay on this pace?
Am I one of those people that God can replace?
If I don’t change now is it hell I face?
Could we all be afraid of meeting our fate?
All these years trying to find someone to relate..
Is it true you can fall victim of a time and a place?
If I pray hard enough can I erase [pause]
The anger, the envy, resentment and hate ?
or at 25 years old could I be too late?
To try and change my life to get a new slate
And chills cover my arms and my heart begins to race
All of a sudden I can’t hear any rain
Laughter replaces the fear that remained 
and God lets us know it will all be ok
Forgive those around you and thank God for each day
Think with your heart and in Gods you will stay.


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Free verse | |

How Real Love Is

Let me start by stating love is not easy

Love does not come fast

Cause I’m only 21

And honestly I been working my ass off for love

Sometimes I think it won’t come

So I settle for just a woman’s touch

But I’m young

I got a lifetime

To find

What I feel is the right one

But it’s a shame cuz I fear the women of my generation

Focus solely on payment

And skip the need for intelligent conversation

The population of material girls

Has grown since Madonna

And it seems like every girl I knew in high school

Is somebody’s baby mama

And the rest think a relationship

Is all about the drama

What happened?

What happened to talking?

Midnight walking

Looking up at the sky

Exchanging our goals in life

When did it all become a business transaction?

Sometimes I think people get married just for the taxes

I have yet to meet someone who isn’t easily enraged

About another girl looking my way

Or hearing

“Why dat chick, be all on yo facebook page”

I don’t need that

I don’t deserve it

I mean I'm far from perfect

But I’m far from worthless

I just ask for a lil more maturity

Less insecurity

More attention for me

Without the need for jewelry

I’m just wondering if that’s too much to ask

But I have hope that Ill stumble on a girl

Whose mind is shaped

To handle the weight of a mature relationship

That understands the concept of partnership

And knows that I do everything to make them happy

And will do the same for me

So in time I’ll see

 If there’s hope for my love life just yet

And I’m willing to bet

She’s out there

Just waiting to see just how real

Love feels

Like me,

Just waiting to see how real love is


Details | Couplet | |

Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks


                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing


                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty


                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said


                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury




Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Work With It

Girl, everyone is different.
No one can be you.
So,do what you do.
If others dislike you, don’t  fret.
They just hate because they haven’t,
Found their true definition yet.

Every girl in the world 
Has a baton named destiny to twirl
And if she doesn’t it negatively affects the world.
You have your own heavenly DNA
That God gave and no one can take away.

Girl, you are as precious and tough
As  the hardest stone the diamond
When you strut your stuff.
The world will be cured from chronic illness,
If every girl in the world would 
Twist and intertwine together
Like the DNA’s double helix
And  correctly use their gifts.

Every girl on the planet,
Should not take life for granted.
Wave your sacred smooth silk scarf of skills
To do God’s will
And not your own
Live your life to the fullest
Live healthy, be happy , have fun,  
And most of all, use your talents,
Work with whatever you have.
Continuously cultivate them 
For the ultimate harvest,
That is when God calls you home.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


Details | Narrative | |

Malala Yousafzai

Malala Yousafzai,
a Pakistani school girl,
was shot in the head
because she wanted an education.
A cowardly brain dead camel humping
moronic rat bastard raghead nazi shot her
for that reason and that reason alone,
she is a female and she wanted
to obtain a decent education
and have a bright future in this
turbulent world in which we live.
Malala lived and is well on her way
to becoming a brilliant young spokeswoman
for the equality of opportunity for
girls and women all over the world.
I pray for her safety and continued success.
And may every warped brainless raghead nazi’s
sorry worthless soul burn in Hell for all eternity.


Details | Rhyme | |

Come and Go Chicago

Come and Go Chicago – Zamreen Zarook
 
Where are you going my lady?
Where are you from my sweetie?
What ever you ask my buddy,
You won’t get the paddy.
 
She became a liar,
Because of your chore,
Two questions that you murmur,
Master, don’t forget that you were the rear.
 
You became a sinner,
Without knowing what is inner,
Now you know the manner,
So, never to forget the dinner.

Cease to care for those questions,
Nothing you gain from the considerations,
Everyone has their own equations,
So,they do have their explanations.

 


Details | Rhyme | |

Surreal Love

I pray to God that it will be a brighter day; 
I want his warmth to clothe me day after day 
Someday, the sun will erase all of my doubts
 and push away the clouds…
I want to be a positive schoolboy – but the clouds 
Cover me like mesmerizing, despondent shrouds  
I want to be a positive youngster – I need to stay
 True to my unaccomplished goals everyday

Lord, I know life has its ups and downs – but, I must keep a steady pace…
I want to develop a stable mentality with no trace of pity 
Lord, I know life gets problematic in the long run – I FEAR I might fall on my face
I just want to be content – I want my dreams to become a reality 

I'll be loving you forever… 
for you’re the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep at night
I’ll take a moment just to ponder… 
About you and our time together – thinking about you restores hope, joy and might

our love is wholesome and so much more…
our love will grow on forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a great deal…
our love is beyond measure and it’s totally real…
Our Love is oh so surreal 
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You cherish me in the month of May 
You blow away winter’s dismay

I pray to God for a more optimistic mindset…
Hopefully it doesn’t result in forfeits  
 Push away the gray…and laminate it with a striking sunset, 
I’m drowning in his inclement, rainy regrets

I’ll make sure to embrace competition…
for you're my reason I run the extra mile, winning honor and applauds
I’ll take a moment to pursue my ambition...
Of being with you always and forever – I fear I might lose all of my odds 
With you…your heart isn’t pumping with vile frauds 
Every single second spent with you…
Makes my spirit soar anew...
I never experienced such surreal love
Our love flourishes rapidly from up above 

I’m sick with a love flu *cough* *cough*


Details | Couplet | |

Canadian Sally

Canadian Sally with red ribbon strings
tightening an apron fit to the seams.
Canadian Sally with jet-black hair
bound in a hat of bright red beams.

Canadian Sally with pockets of fortunes
sowing them out to us all.
Canadian Sally of sombre spirit;
patience like that of a doll.

Canadian Sally a twilight bust
who's wreath circles 'round like an aura.
Canadian Sally from love and joy
who spreads it around like a flora.


Details | Rhyme | |

Try to be You

Look outside.
Can't you see?
Not one thing has the same side,
so why are you trying to lose your identity?

I know it's hard,
it always is.
Just look for your card,
it's better than this.

Stop being her.
You will never be identical.
Just be who you were,
before you lose it all.

Now, you may not like yourself,
but we change that.
You just have to look at yourself,
and admit to yourself, you're not that.


Details | Blank verse | |

Beauty

The pores of the skin 
Are simply the doors
To the beauty within.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

AM STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU

AM STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU

It wasn’t easy to fall in love with you,
though your looks were always new.
You won my heart with time
but oh! then I had no money, no dine.
with nothing to offer you but my heart and soul,
you decided to go away in search for gold
leaving me in melancholy and jeopardy.
I cried for my loss; I mourned for my tragedy.
you overlooked my errors when I had affluence
but now you underlook me in every sense
you yearned for my love before
now you snoop me unlike before,
you disgraced me amidst my friends
and you broke our engagement, caring less;
You called me “sweetheart” before
while now you call me merely “Michael”
everything you do to make me hate you
doesn’t hurt me and I curse myself for it because
am still in love with you.

My father disowned me because of your sake
and I nearly drowned in a lake
you showed no care when i broke a leg
and you left me while sick in bed
you called my mum a whore
and in my absence you stole from my meagrer store
I can’t put your deeds in words for it is long;
for after all that you did to me
am really confused and i curse myself for it
for…for… for.. am still in love with you


Details | Narrative | |

Jar of Love and such

She walked around this earth with a jar filled with love
Dipping into its commodities when she saw someone in need of

a smile, encouragement, understanding and compassion
Her jar was always running over bringing others satisfaction

Oneday while on a daily routine she saw a tattered old man
Sleeping on a bench, in his right hand he had an aluminum can

She dipped into her jar and pulled out a mysterious note
She had held it for quit sometime a poem she had long ago wrote

She parked her car around the way
It was a cold and rainy November day

Then walked up quietly to this sleeping guy
and suddenly formed tears in her sensitive eyes

She took the poem from out of her jar
Put it inside his portable bar

Then quickly tip towed away
Hoping to God he would read what it had to say

The poem was a love letter to anyone
That had given up on life and had completely shunned

the world out because of many horrible trails
The poem was written to encourage someone and inspire

It was signed with just a smile and a phone number too
A nearby church and rehab center who

Took men in for absolutly free 
helped them to discover who they were really meant to be,

A week later this girl drove that same way
There was no sign of this man she so often saw on that bench during the day

A month later, on a Sunday morning she could not believe her eyes
She was in church and to her surprise

The same old man that had been dirty, drunk and out of social reach
Stood in front of this giant congregation and made a beautiful speech

All bright, clean and with tears in his eyes
He told a story about an angel who stopped him from suicide 

He said there had to be a God for he woke to take his last sip
And in his “jar” of beer he found a poem and decided to read it

And now he had been sober for thirty days
He found his two lost sons and he just wanted to give God praise

This girl and her "jar" never said a word
She just sat in her chair as her soul sang like a bird

So never be afraid to carry goodness in your life jars
For you never know when you may be a persons saving star!!!


Sabina Nicole
Written:1-17-12
Based on The contest :JARS


Details | Free verse | |

AM ALIVE NOT DEAD

Crazy how when one problem is solved,
Another one arises,
When one thing is lost,
we find another one,
When we give up
someone else moves up,
When we think its the end of the road,
the journey has just began.

Crazy how when one stops hurting,
worry wants to take over,
When we are down and crushed to dust,
freedom calls, wanting to sweep you away like the wind.
Crazy how when i cry,
I realize am normal,
I have emotions and tears.

Funny how When my life is out of control,
When am broken and hurt,
Scared, thinking that this crazy world,
Is going to bring me down,
i find a reason to smile
I realize AM ALIVE NOT DEAD.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Blond with Electric Blue Eye's

She's forever in my thoughts
This girl with the golden hair
All i do is close my eye's
For me she's always there
 
Her beauty captivates me
As my mind enjoys so much
Sometimes in my dreams
I want to reach out and touch
 
When i see her face
Her eye's of electric blue
They sparkle like starry skies
Their reflection shows she's true
 
This girl i see in my dreams
She's all the above and more
It would be very hard for any man
Who seen her, not to adore




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php


Details | Rhyme | |

We all have colour

The children gather in a crowd, one by one they scream aloud. I see a girl about my age, standing upon the performing stage. Her face bright but sad, her skin doesn’t seem at all bad, yet the difference in the colour, seems to make everyone mad. I hear the sound of an angry voice, yet we all have colour, we don’t have a choice. The sound of the silly children fades away, like the sound of an echo on its way, and instead I hear what the girl has to say.


Details | Free verse | |

Brittany

___________________________________

===============================
...at the edge of neverland
where spring butterflies dance in dream
a loving salutation rang through the valley 
as softy I sang..


a great gift
had arrived
with a breath
of loving promise  


a tendril of life
twirling and touching
in search of loves nurture   


  
outstretched and reaching 
my girl of cherry blossom beauty         
opened her eyes of felicity
with blue ocean innocence
and topaz starlight 


in that precious moment of silence
cathedral bells rang
for a beautiful gift of gods grace was born
an angel named "Brittany"
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___________________________________

Contest ~ "My Children"
My Sweet Girl ~ Brittany


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


Details | Free verse | |

Simply not infatuation

When I first met you 
you were so cute that
my brain just couldn't compute 
so I went mute
 As I stared in awe 
Wanting to know you
Noticing that 
the reason my heart ached was 
 because of you
A girl much more than a pretty face 
I never wanted to make love out of lust
but then I realized 
that it was in you I trust
So I must change 
to show you
this isn't simply a fascination 


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This is Me

I am who I am and that’s all I can be.

I’m sick of trying to be, someone other than me.

if you want to know who I am,take a good look.

You can’t read the story without opening the book.


On the first page,a little girl you’ll see.

A little girl that looks,quite similar to me.

She’s got chubby cheeks, brown eyes,

and two ears to soak up all the lies.


She sits atop the stairs, night after night,

Looking down below,seeing her parents fight.

Her brother is there near her side,

He tries to wipe the tears his sister has cried.


Flip the pages,skip ahead a few years,

The girl is little no more, she hangs with her peers.

She puts on her smile, day after day,

And at night she lays her head down to pray.


She prays for a time,when she doesn’t have to cry.

She looks out her window, up to the black sky.

Trapped at home, with no hope for tomorrow

Her body is filled with years of sorrow.


Halfway through the book, she’s on her own.

Her brother is gone, she is now alone.

No one to run to when she got scared,

Facing them alone, she was unprepared.


Time to grow up, no time to hide

No more tears, they have all dried.

Time to step up, time to be brave,

No more being a kid, her childhood away she gave.


Now that little girl is grown, she is strong.

This new strength she has had all along.

She’s no longer afraid to speak her mind.

The words she says aren’t always kind.


She stands her ground,getting in between,

her fighting parents, at the age of sixteen.

He shoves her down, she gets back up,

He doesn’t realize she’s no longer a young pup.


The last chapter begins, that little girl now eighteen,

Just another night, same old routine.

She pushes back, with hatred in her eyes,

“I hate you” loud and clear she cries.


So much anger built up, so much pain

All of these emotions, she just can’t contain.

She slams her fists into the back of her door.

She loses her strength as she collapse to the floor.


I’m that little girl from this story book,

You wouldn’t have known, from one little look.

Just like everyone, I am who I am,

If you don’t like me, I don’t give a damn.


My life has been rough, but don’t pity me,

This is me, and me is who I will always be.


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Secret Touch

God created woman
Just as God created man
However I think woman are the most precious
Let me help you understand
A woman bares fruit that a man cannot produce
Just a man has has certain tools, which some women are desperate to put to use
Women are different, sensual and soft inside
The exterior isn't always that way
Look hard enough & her simplicity you may find
Yes we are complicated and at times hard to read 
We are strong and slick at the mouth
Some of us full of lust and greed
Yes that sounded blunt
However my words blunt and true
You know some of these descriptions somehow express the woman in you
Long hair, Short hair and some straight bald
Different shapes and sizes
Different explicit names we are called
A woman I am, And Women I  love
To my appeal, there's nothing like a woman's touch
The softness of her lips
Like the Silk of my sheets
The beauty of her presence
The innocence that glows while she sleeps
The curves of her shape i see clearly through a tinted screen
A woman's Ora is like a drug
So I guess most men are considered feigns. 
They say its a mans world
Which is quite comical to me
Because without women in this world 
A man cant even succeed
We are the back bone
We are the foundation
Women are a blessing
A blessing with complications
I love my gender
And trust when I say they love me
Two women powered together
With that only Glory I foresee
Look at us women
The world is blessed to have us
Believe me when I say
There's nothing like a woman's touch


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Beyond What's Seen

You do not know what I see
I see you crying next to me
I see your pain, I see your tears
Through your laughs, and through the years
Past your mask I see your face
You are hiding in this place
Trust in me, I won't let you fall
You don't have to hide at all

Open up what's in your heart
That is the place I will start
Open up your eyes and see
All that's left is you and me
In the end you'll see the light
Come on, I don't want to fight
Together we will make it through
Come on. Now, It's me and you

Now you can start to feel
How much this love is true and real 
behind your eyes you keep your pain
It's all locked up in your brain
Come on. Now, just let it out
It's okay to scream and shout
I will help you through and through
I will always be with you


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Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.


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Friendly Love

There are a lot of things to say
Why do I feel so alive when you're around?
There’s so much to do today
But how do I get rid of the clouds – shadowy and gray
We're lying on the ground...
Looking at the stars overhead... 

You are my beloved friend – 
Our love won’t break or bend
I’ll love you until the very end…
I’ll love you endlessly…our happiness blends
Like coffee and cream– yum! 
I know…these rhymes are quite dumb…aren’t they? 

Our light will shine and burn out the night 
Maybe there’s a star in the sky that scorches with love 

You are my superb friend – 
Our love won’t wear off or wither away
I’ll love you until the day I die
I’ll love you every day…our delight will be
As sweet as pie – how appealing 
I know…these words are overused…aren’t they? 

Our flight will be as dazzling as the elegant eagle 
Trained to ascend for more than half his life – or we’ll be like the seagull!! 
We could fly there and catch it someday
Fly…fly..fly…with me! Shoot the bull’s eye!
Our love will never die…so don’t say otherwise
Or I’ll sink in dismay


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Heart And Soul

I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul

I feel the feelings only you can see or know

I feel your pain from deep down inside

And know the hurt and feelings combined

Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know

Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul

The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside

will only go away if you learn to let go and cry

The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say

That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day

The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow

So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go

You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone

ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner

 light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show

Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine

 and always abound..

Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls

One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth

Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds

I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow

You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know

It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul

I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here

to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through

So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to

NEVER let you down!!!!

Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch

03/17/2013


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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TRAPPED IN THE FOG

Can somebody please explain to me?
Why is it that she hates what she sees?
A seemingly perfect life
She is forced to hide behind a smile
Scared to face the truth
With a glance in the mirror, she doesn’t recognize her own reflection
A young girl’s view so distorted she feels so lost
Terrified to disappoint, she forces herself to smile
The girl trapped inside, so desperate to break free
And with every passing moment, the beauty inside begins to fade
It fades further and further away
She has lost herself
So desperate to belong, yet she is unable to move on
Unaware of the damage she has caused, she lives in a dream
She is trapped in the fog
She continues to live her seemingly perfect life
Never showing the fear
Never showing the pain
Never showing the tears, she hides from herself
Her reality is one where the truth can no longer be found
Why is it that no one can see the beauty of the girl trapped inside?
Why it is that no one can see that this girl is me??


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It's Time

Theres a momment when you  realize your not a little girl anymore.

Mommy and daddy arn't there to run too.

You have to make your own choices.

Your finely free.

You get to do what you want.

No one setting rules for you...

Your life is perfect...

Right?

This momment is the one you've been waiting for...

But now that its here...

Your eyes are getting teary...

Already longing for the "good old days"

The good old days where...

Mommy would sing you to sleep...

Daddy would rock you in his lap when you where scared...

You knew you where safe...

You didn't have to worrie about being judge...

You knew when you got home there was someone to love you...

That was the good old days...

Now its time...

Time to go...

Go out on your own...

Alone...

Its time...

To go out and start a life of your own...

All grown up...

You're not a little girl anymore...

It's time...

You're ready...

To start a life of your own...

Little girl...

Farewell...


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living in a dream world

you were there
and so was i
you in youre world and me in mine
yet somehow we werent there at all
and our worlds were just to small
together we would unite
leaving our old worlds behind
creating a new worlds together
one that we would share forever and ever
now here we are
as we have and always will be
in a world that we created
for only you and me
no longer in our own worlds 
but in our dream world


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Dreamy Girl

She was within the greatest of them all
The strong but sensitive heroine
The sweet yet sassy, spirited girl
Who harbored thoughts that could inspire the world
She sang with a voice that could sparkle the skies
She drew tears from the earth with her cries
The ground she trod engraved her steps
The memory of her presence it kept
She molded life from a drop
Of what lay in her heart
And released dreams into the atmosphere
With the misted breath of her mouth
She stood on the brink
Of what is and what could be
She gazed into the distance
And dreamed

She was, in actuality, a frail thing
No brave warrior or beauty queen
A quiet and withdrawn soul
Hidden within a physical mold
Her only garment was invisibility
She could only boast of not being seen
And living in a world of sights and sounds
In which her own could not be found
She stared at the world from behind a glass
They stared back at her, but stared right past
A soul that was burning bright and long
And they couldn’t hear the reverberating song
The tears in her eyes
They couldn’t realize
And the dreams in her hand
They wouldn’t grasp
And so she went from day to day
With only thoughts and never a say
She stood on the brink of what is and what will never be
Turned her face from the skies
And cried.


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The woman with the silver veil

The woman with the silver veil
Hides the world's mystery in her eyes
Keeps in her gentle palms
Fragments from the creation of humanity
A necklace of precious stones
Surrounding her neck
As a wax statue
Melted in a sandy paradise
When dancing to the music of the spheres
Moving her hands
Like the cranes in a hallucinating flight
She seems to be a rose
Covered in chains
In her world, a world of silence
There's so much peace
And so much inner light


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Each Day and Each Night

Once upon a time, 
lived a princess 
who wore a robe 
which covered her feet 
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day 
her prince charming found her

Once upon a time,
lived a young girl 
who wore barely nothing 
and shivered and shaked
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day
she had food to eat  

Once upon a time, 
lived a baby girl
who wore no nappy 
and lay there stone cold
each day and each night 
she dreamed of the day 
her parents cared
 
After a while, 
the pretty princess 
who wore a crown on her head 
which shined so bright 
searched for prince charming 
each day and each night 
but still no luck 

After a while,
the yawning young girl 
who wore bags under her eyes
grew tired of looking
but kept on searching 
each day and each night 
for scraps to eat

The end, 
for the pretty princess 
who wore a white dress 
on her big day
found her prince charming 
together they stayed
After a while, 
the beautiful baby 
who wore teary eyes
gave up all hope 
but tried so so hard 
each day and each night 
for a loving stare

The end, 
for the pretty princess 
who wore a white dress 
on her big day
found her prince charming 
together they stayed
each day and each night 

The end, 
for the yawning young girl
who wore a pale face
on her final day
never found them few scraps 
starving she stayed
each day and each night

The end, 
for the beautiful baby 
who wore a clean nappy 
on the new day 
finally found that loving stare 
with a new family she stayed
each day and each night


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The Life She Has Always Wanted

There’s a girl, sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she’s always wanted.
She’s not looking for a fairy tale or gold.
Just a little work, and some love not from the usual mold.
He walks in with promises, ending in heartbreak and tears.
She drowns him out slowly, with new dreams and a few beers.
The girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she’s always wanted.
Two years have passed, not much has changed.
She still comes each week to sit at her corner table.
Some work, many dreams, and a few beers become her label.
The women all judge her inside their private mind.
Small town men buy her a drink, wink and smile, but aren’t her kind.
The girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted.
She has big dreams of life, love, and the woman that she wants to be.
I sit across the bar, wishing she’d look just once more to me.
I turned my back, messed up not long ago.
She told me that she loved me, but she had to go.
I failed to show her my love, I’d hurt her badly.
Breaking her heart blindly, while loving her madly.
That girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she has always wanted.
Pulling the ring from my pocket, my jaw stubbornly clenching.
I push through the crowded room, and voice my intention.
Dear Beth, I will love you forever. I’m down on my knees!
Just give me one last chance, and marry me please.
That was two years ago yesterday.
And still my love grows more every day.
For the girl sitting at the back of the bar.
Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted.
As I nod and thank the bar tender, and add to his tips.
I pick up two drinks, turn to the back of the bar, a smile on my lips.
Cause there is my girl, sitting at the back of the bar.
Living the dreams of the life that she’s always wanted.

                                                                                       Summer Gratias


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love to a liar

Fill my heart with all it can imagine. Is as easy as granting a wish. Honor, love, and inspiration. Is , as easy as finding belife. Cuz, i never could of imagined a heart, turn so cold . Camaflaged, with ways of deciet. Proveing heartache and caious. To conquere all joy. My heart can only imagine the oposite of sane. Insane my theroy , cuz not sane to actually belive a heart full of day dreams of magesty and castles with you the pilot light. Where confidence n trust you catrepowrr my might. My heart can image , but imahine a heatt this true . Still be shadowed on all those who wish ill. I still find my love imagination full as heavens sun. But never imagined for all this pain. Your unfaithfulness, deciet, n cruel, infection. Broke my will to fight. Was the day reality came to light. Destroy n all my hopes desires goals and belives. Well my heart couls never imagine the way you decieve. But the day you take my lmage as a heart full of pure love and intent. Appreciated. Not crushed by your unkindness. Is the day for a heart to make me imagine a heart worth belive n and dreaming n possible. The same. Is the day love turns the liars to repay you, with same. Is the day my heart stops ache n for its endless amounts of pain.


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This Is It

The new chapter. The new chapter of my life.

A happy, healthy chapter…the one that I deserve.

I searched deep within myself, and finally found the nerve.

The nerve to move on...

The nerve to forget…

About the past, about the pain, and all of the regret.




I am not the person I once was…. for this is my new start.

I am no longer the girl with a broken home, a broken heart.

I am now the girl with a bright future of love, happiness and success;

So now is it time to go out, and buy a new dress?

Because my old clothes just don’t fit like they once did…

So now, they hang as ghosts of the girl that I have been.


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Simple Poem

All I ever wanted was a simple dance,
But your eyes left me in a trance,
I know long for a chance,

A chance to get to know you,
And show you what I can do,
If I was your man and ill be true,

True to my word,
And ill love you like mad,
Always keeping you happy and never sad,

Sadness will never touch your face,
Our hearts will beat in the same pace,
Loneliness shouldn’t bind your hearts like a lace, 

5 minute challenge
13th 03 2013


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Be yourself


I had a realization this morning
about “what women want”, it
was after a young lady let me in
on a secret that they just don’t
know! Now my mind is left
pondering is everything just for
show?


I asked was it money, looks or
success she said no! I followed
with a warm heart, laughter or
perhaps a wild side!. In her
stride she said calmly “we just
can’t decide”


So in a woman’s mind a guys
a blank canvas no colour no
shape. We might as-well be
hidden behind the drapes.
Waiting for that spark of interest,
is this the hidden test?


My realization that I have come
to is!, that its best to be yourself
to impress. Then you know she
likes you and not the lead in a
show.

 



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Another Day

I feel so trapped I cannot breathe,
someone please, please rescue me.
I sit in my room with a pillow over my face,
wishing I was in a better place.

I need some help I will admit,
The only thing is I can’t commit.
I’ll try to get up, get up and go,
I know I won’t be the only one who doesn’t show.

As I sit here on my bed,
So many images pop into my head.
I try to think of the good times I’ve had,
The only thing is, I’m only seeing the bad.

I see all the stupid fights,
Followed by all the sleepless nights.
I get to look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see a girl who looks just like me,
Who has a hole in her where he heart used to be.

Tears start to roll down my cheeks,
I don’t know if I can make it another week.
I’m so tired, sick of it, and depressed,
I’m staying in my pajamas I’m not getting dressed.

Screw my family, friends and school,
I never was very cool.
When I began to break down and cry,
I stopped for a second and asked myself why?

I don’t know why I am this way,
I want to live another day.
I don’t want to be this way anymore,
Yeah I am pretty sore.

I’m gonna be strong, I’m gonna get up and go,
I might be the only one who does actually show.
No more sad thoughts while sitting on my bed,
I’m gonna keep up my pretty little head.

I’m going to show the world what I can do,
I don’t need help from either of you.
I’m done breaking up the stupid fights,
I’m gonna get some sleep tonight.

I’m going to look in the mirror only to see,
A girl who has a heart where he heart should be.
No more tears running down my cheeks,
I’m gonna make it another week.

No more being tired, sick and depressed,
Heck, I’m throwing out my pajamas I’m getting dressed.
I never want to go back feeling that awful way,
Hey, I just lived another day.


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Just One Drink

What did she say when you told her you still loved me?

Did she turn away or try to disagree

Did you think about her or how she would be?

No you were only thinking about me.

 

She stands there now, all alone

Facing her fears of the unknown

Turning her head on what she's once known

Realizing now, she's on her own

 

With no one around to help her choose

She stands her ground, not ready to lose

Her head held high while hearing the news

To accept her fate, she must refuse

 

She tries and tires with all her might

To win you back every night

She has no plans to give up the fight

Any hope is out of sight

 

Her heart is now filled with hatred 

Will all the love that you desecrated

With just that one sentence that you stated

Her entire life is now dated

 

Did you ever stop and try to think,

Just how far she would sink?

How close she was to the brink?

Or how it could all end with just one drink?

 

Just one drink to end all the pain

Just one little sip to break the chain

Just one to do the job, to her disdain

Just one and she will die in vain. 

 

You don't even care to attend her funeral

To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel

How could you be such a fool?

You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. 

 

You come to my door and ring the bell

You send thousands of messages to my cell

Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell

But for all I care you can just go right on to hell 

 

I don't want you anymore you Silly boy

I am no longer your stupid little toy

As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy

Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. 

 

I am my own person without you

I no longer rely on your every move

I am no longer clueless on what to do

I know now I can move on to someone new.

 

As for the girl that you threw aside

I hope you think of her every time you cry

You're the whole reason that she died

If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. 

 

She would have loved you the way you love me

But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see

I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea

So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me

 

I hope you drown in your misery

Thank God that sad little girl is finally free

Thank God I knew it was time to flee 

This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.


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The Flower that Shattered the Stone

As I look back I see a girl
She is at a quinceanera practice 
She suffers from leukemia.

Like a bright star from heaven
The sun and water brought life
Then leukemia drained it
It’s sharper than a knife

To see her alive is blissful
Her light sparkles even in illness
The illness is sad but not sinful
As the river runs freely
The mountain does rise

I see with my own eyes
Medicine has helped her recover
Life hasn’t looked so bright before
I’m proud not to see her suffer
We’re all glad that her pain is lower than minor

The rainbow was painted full of light
Like a bright star from heaven
Like the flower that shattered the stone.

Light hearted


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Random Inspiration

Old man sits in the air-
the wind's firing the life at him
while the young girl sits in grief,
waiting.
The old man really does know 
and understand her sorrow
but she doesn't understand why he gets her.
They sit in agreement-
disagree thoughtfully
and remind eachother of a loved one.
To he- she's a mirror image of his daughter-
alone,
frightened,
pure.
To her- she's the essence of her mother
keen, stern,
yet approachable.
The wind continues to blow and the boat sails along the sea
while both the man and girl
realize what life's made up to be.
And though his worry has oppressed all else
he feels at ease seeing the girl in his final hours,
she smiles,
the first in years,
the first since 98,
when her parents' lives were taken by a drunk,
those nights of fighting now only selfish,
but as she examines his arm, veiny and shaking
he reaches out and grabs it, a clench of confirmation 
that the time is right
and then the ship went down,
it went down that very night.


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Goodbye to an Austin Angel

She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang, 
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind. 
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Jessie's Drum

Jessie’s Drum

A little girl with an imagination 
That went on forever
One day a cowgirl
The next trying to plug in your stuffed rabbit
We never knew what you were going to do next
You never ceased to amaze us
You knew who you were from the start
And you always marched to the beat of 

Jessie’s Drum

So much has changed
Through the years you have grown
The streak in you has gone
And as much as I hate to admit 
Won’t be long before you are all grown up
You are still just as sweet
And you are beautiful as well 
Marching to the beat of 

Jessie’s Drum

The biggest thing being that you know who you are
Not letting others talk you into things 
You know are wrong
Or that would compromise who you are
A teenager with a good head on her shoulders
A girl with a dream
You know you are who you want to be 
So no matter what others may say
I know you will always 
March to the beat of 

Jessie’s Drum

And because of that I know you will go far

By: Jean Shular

For Jessie
I know your dreams will come true
Just like I know you will always be you
We love you 


Details | Free verse | |

Girl Inspired

The girl that inspired me, she came into my work yesterday
The girl had long hair and a smile of grace
Her words were soft and proper like artwork of the mind
Her advice was amazing and right
Her advice was merely her story

The girl had a face and it read clear 
Oppertunity knocked and I was always here
I saw the doors open through my life over and over, and when I finally looked straight ahead

And over the next hill 
And above the rolling waters
And inside my heart of dreams I came into the reality
That my time has been well spent and again I will be on my path

Like the girl
I cant wait to thank her

-Jess


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A Walk To Remember

It was a Friday night, and I took a long walk around
Just to ease my mind which stress seems to surround
It felt so great, the warm breeze hit my face
As I glanced at the constellations shining from the east
So I step forward, and continue to reminisce
Moving silently, to what Atmosphere acknowledges
And the moon moves an sadly grins from the view
As a young kid walks off the emotions he once knew
A cow moo's, I see it standing in the dark
Another sleepless soul, looks like were in the same park
I glance up, just in time to see a comet
Close my eyes and make a wish, maybe I can stop it
And pocket it, cause the luck it holds I need
I'm tired of being out of money for this toll of dreams
I look away, towards the long road ahead of me
Push the memories from my view, and walk into another scene

Now a new scene, I see this young girl of fifteen
Staring in the mirror as a tear reflects from a dream
All she wanted was to be a witness of compassion
Yet instead she became a witness of verbalized aggression
Now she stepped forward, and crossed the lines into depression
Eye's pierced with the tears of absolute neglection
Mentally altered, this girl took thee abuse
Later to encrypt her wrists with a knife she shouldn't use
Another fight, so she turns to a heaven's view
Cries and she prays to a God she never really knew
Never understanding why life takes it's sways
While she sees a loving family when here life turns to gray
So she sneaks out, to walk off all her memories
Walks down a boulevard, yet it's like a country street
Kicks a stone in the light shining from the moon
As I watch in the distance as she walks outta view

Now a Veteran, straight outta World War Two
Stares out the window, with his eyes so blue
Remebering the times as a strong young chap
Now he sit's in his wheelchair, he's now handicap
Cause he can not forget all the blood that was shed
Young growing boys live's end before it begins
Haunted by the image, it now pillages his brain
Can barley even speak, without hearing bullets ring
He dreams of, taking back what he'd seen
A young Jewish boy left slaughtered by his feet
Wondering, what kind of human can achieve
Such a gruesome status, and still be an elite
It penetrates his head, even decades after war
But still he dreams nightmares of both blood and gore
He closes his eyes, and he prays for an escape
From this terror that has haunted him through the life he's made


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Hopeful Waiting

An adolescent living his life day by day
Who had once gotten into a fray
Tries to find his soul mate
As his life piles up with unwanted hate

He is searching and waiting
While life is using him as baiting
Life have attached him to a hook
For he was mistook as a crook

He  once found the love of his life
And wished for her to become his wife
But she mistreated him like he was a crook
Forcing him to live in a nook

The girl betrayed him and left him all alone
Leaving him on the ground in a prone
Sometimes he curls up and wept
Because the girl's promises were never kept

After a while he pulled himself together and stood up
He slowly live life day by day and bought himself a pup
The pup lasted for a day until he was returned
Which caused his heart to be burned
After that event he went around searching
He searched here and there while lurching
Hoping to find that girl that he love
Like someone who is missing their other glove

Soon enough his love found him
But she left him back into a grim
She wanted to be free
And soon enough she wants to flee

He forgave her for her betrayal
Causing him to be a portrayal
He decides to change for her
Like the kind heart Gir

And now he waits all alone for her
Seems like he was being a chauffeur
While she plays her game and live her life
And now he seems like he was a wife

His soul mate is like the boy playing games
As his hatred boils up in flames
But he remains true to her since he loves her
Because he believes their love will recur


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His Story

In a nutshell, here’s the story
Of this Guy and she who bore He
On the surface this description
Reads a lot like science fiction
When a young girl gets a visit
From a being – human isn’t
He tells her that she’s now with child
Though she’s never “Girls Gone Wild”
No, this girl with virgin bod
Hears she’ll have the son of God
And then this being finds this gent
Tells the story – gets his consent
They marry and go on this trip
The child is born, the heavens rip
The beings sing out “Peace on Earth”
And all rejoice then at this birth
The child grows up a normal kid
Doing things that all kids did
But when the kid becomes a man
He carries our his Father’s plan
He heals the sick; makes blind men see
The lame to walk; cures leprosy
Says his power’s from above
Tells them of his Father’s love
Asks them all to love their brothers
And worship God and have no others
Tells them of eternal days
If only they will change their ways
But he upsets the powers that be
They beat him; nail him to a tree
He dies; they put him in the ground
But three days later He is found
Back alive just like he said
Although he died – no longer dead
He said that this fulfilled the plan
That His Father had for man
He asked his friends to carry on
Then rose to heaven and was gone
He said he would return one day
To take us all to God His way
And all his friends then told his story
Of God’s love and His son’s glory

I fear that this, my poor depiction
Came across like science fiction
When in fact the story’s true
The Son of God came here for you
He lived; he died there on the cross
So that all life was not a loss
So sins could then all be forgiven
For all the dead or not yet livin’
He dies to unlock heaven’s gate
For all who love and give up hate
He lived and dies so we could see
The promise of eternity
And how through Him we can achieve
If we love – if we believe
That Jesus Christ – this peaceful lamb
Is one - the same - the Great I Am
That through Him we can rise above
And bask in the glory of God’s love
And all these blessings you’ll receive
If you in truth say you believe

Mdailey	5/23/11
This came to me at 3 AM - I grabbed paper and pen and started writing by the night 
light.  I was done at 4 and was then able to go back to sleep.  Hope it finds you in a 
receptive mood.



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A Dress Masked Revolution

Most people only see the outside girl,
Some only see the revolution created

But I’m the girl with that revolution
I’m the real thing,
Not imitated.

I’ve gone past my insecurities
I’m free from clichés,

Living with everything I’ve got.
I’m confidence with security,
Honestly,

What you see is what I am,
I got a beaten up heart but here I stand.

I’ll go beyond the skies, create my own dreams;
I’ve got it in me.

Look at me all you critics,
I declare my own independence,
I’m a one girl clique.

I’m nothing according you, I can’t impress
But the world freed me,
I’m the revolution masked in a dress.


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Because she still clung to his promises

The girl was legend

All empty eyes & purple painted smiles. Every sweet white inch of her. And everyone knew 
her name

She danced in satin skirts that only moved when she took them off. She was everything 
delicate, everything demure. She was beautiful even when she wasnt

She watched the world with terror filled saucer eyes & the world looked right back with eyes 
that were unmistakably green

It was clear glass, they envied her & she wondered why

She knew they hung up her picture, plastered her to walls&books&frames that made her 
their prisoner. They stared at her when they were alone & forged a kind of intimacy she 
could thrive on

But it was temporary & in the morning she was left to sing her own self to sleep since no one 
cared enough to do it for her

The people that loved her, that glimpsed the real her when she uncovered it, all those people 
left her at the end & she saw what they'd done

They'd led her down the wrong track but they peppered it with glitter & held her just right so 
she was blind to every bit of it

She was the diamond dying in the night, she was the candied rose melting in the morning 
dew. They lured her with promises of love & took her innocence before she even knew it was 
there

She hated them but started to love them almost obsessively. The love hate became another 
prison & she thought she was free because she always got nine seconds of pleasure before 
the sun rose

Back bars catered to her kind & she walked in just to stand there & let their hands go places 
she'd never gone herself. It felt like the past & she convinced herself it was right

One night she walked in, skirt past the legal limit & eyes bright like they used to be. It was a 
shock-making moment, she hadnt looked so sweet in oh so many years & they were afraid 
to touch her

She'd been their girl forever, passed around & used like an old movie that cant be rewound. 
They knew every mark on her body, every scar where they signed her, a kind of "I was 
here" of the human body. They couldnt recognize her. It was the first time she walked out 
alone. Faintly she hoped to be pressed against a wall & killed but it didnt happen

She kept turning around haunted by phantom-feels & ghost-touches. Her body just wanted to 
suffer. It was instinct & who was she to fight it?

Every step was agony. She walked so carefully as though she was afraid of falling in a river 
of her own dark thoughts

But it was hopeless, darkness followed her wherever she went


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The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on



Details | Ode | |

Little Girl/ Little Boy

Little girl (Little boy), so small and insecure, whose world has crumbled in, and when it
rains it pours.
Little girl (Little boy), you were never able to bloom, so your world seems so dark, and
full of gloom.
Little girl (Little boy), you've been so hurt and abused, always reaching out for help,
but it always seems you're refused.
Little girl (Little boy), it's all right... Please cry, scream and shout, but don't give
up the fight.
Little girl (Little boy), we're here to help you now. You are ready to live, and we're
going to show you how.
Little girl (Little boy), you should be so proud! You have come out of your shell and have
mingled with the crowd.
Little girl (Little boy), you're doing great, even though there are a lot of unresolved
issues on your plate.
Little girl (Little boy), it's okay, because we're all here to help you get through it,
day by day.
Little girl (Little boy), you are starting to grow, and soon it will be your time to go.
Little girl (Little boy), do not fear, because we'll still always be here.
Little girl (Little boy), you are no more...
Beautiful woman (Handsome man) now, so confident and strong, ready to go begin a new
journey, with our love and support, to guide you along.


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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


Details | I do not know? | |

Godly Expression

Godly expression
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
Character full of colour 
Many shades of beauty 
Seeds of greatness trapped within
A great mystery I desire to discover

So composed, a great masterpiece 
Clothed with stillness and humility
At times getting lost in thought
A great journey undertaken

Like the colours of the sunset 
You are blended with uniqueness
Like a cloud in the midst of a cloud-covered sky 
You stand out in the world 

Many will draw life from your utterances 
A river springs forth from within you
You are not meant to fit in
 Your unique design is God expressing Himself through you

Dedicated to Kamilah !Garus-oas					       March 2014


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Pathological love

We breathe the same wind
That used to swing the leaves
On my street with solitary angels
Words touching your lips are
Fire flames that goes up the sky
First, passing through me
Then, from your gentle palms
To the meteorites
A pathological love
Able to shake the world
And the gravity
The desire to touch you
Makes me start a war
With the universe


Details | I do not know? | |

The little girl

The little girl who wasted years
Ignoring precious time
Has given love a second chance
By mending what's inside
And thus by healing her broken heart
Two were saved to find
A friend they lost, far out of sight
But never out of mind
And the  little girl with an empty hand
Now holds her mother's tight
Free to talk about the pain 
Of time that passed them by

And though the years once lost are gone
It's now that holds the key
It's not how many seasons change
But time before we leave
To tell the ones we love the most
With measured time to share
For a fleeting life, comes and goes
But love's forever there,
Was a lesson learned by the little girl
Who closed her heart one day
But given to so very few
A second chance to say
That love is now between us
The wall's been taken down
The daughter's found her rightful place
Beside her mother now

Kevin D. Fix





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A boy and a Girl

Love is such a powerful thing to feel people tell teens you dont know what love is ..Your just full 
of out of control hormones. Its so much more than that. what adults dont understand is we 
would do anything to be with theone we so very much adore. Take my little story for example. 
A young independent girl starts falling for a much older guy. There is a four year span but they 
both think age is just a number. The boy tells this girl she is beautiful an gorgeous every waking 
minute he gets. he makes sure she is all in tact making sure she isnt falling apart because they 
cant see each other b/c of their amazing age difference. They talk to each other whenever they 
can. Everytime they hear each others voices they start falling for each other even more. They 
had a long talk about what they wanted to do to be together. They both decided that the girl 
would wait three years until shes of age. He keeps telling the girl hang in there b/c patience is 
always the best way to deal with this situation. They both talk about the great memories they 
already have experienced. The boy tells the girl she is amazing an worth the long, painful wait. 
He says we will make it through this little bump in the road. The end of the tunnel is far away 
but soon that light is going to shine as bright as it can an im going to run as fast as lighting 
strikes this earth an jump into my future with him. My future looks so bright an amazing with 
him. finishing highschool then college is near. But after my school days of highschool he is all 
mine. This guy an girl are going to wait for each other. In the mean time they are going to 
remember the good times an focus on the positive things. When the girl starts thinking 
negative the boy will tell her its all going to be over soon an a new beginning will come.


Details | ABC | |

Where Did They Go

The girl with the lustful eyes and the mini skirts, where did she go?
I see her physically but for some reason the wondering eyes and mini skirts no longer show.
The guy who would drink every night until his eyes closed, he is no longer here.
I see him physically but for some reason the drunken nights with Vodka, Whiskey and Rum have disappeared. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl with the piercings and tattoos that were placed at the small of her back?
I see her physically but for some reason now piercings and tattoos are what she lacks.
Where is the guy who danced in the club Sunday through Saturday with no day to rest?
I see him physically but for some reason he will not step foot in the club anymore, he confessed. 
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who treated every man like her husband and gave him lust on another degree?
I see her physically but for some reason she now does not have sex before marriage no matter how much he pleas. 
Where is the guy that hit and curse women like his mother and sister since the age of fifteen?
I see him physically but for some reason now he treats his mother and sister like queens.
Where did they go?
Where is the girl who was so depressed that she cut her wrist just to get attention when she felt alone?
I see her physically but for some reason the cutting has cease and now she is getting help to make her secret problems known.
Where is the guy who had sex with girls night after night just to prove to his friends who was on top?
I see him physically but for some reason the random sex acts with random girls have stopped. 
Where did they go?
They were tired of the life they lived and decided to kill what held them back the most,
They stopped feeding their flesh, until the flesh became ghost.
Giving up the ways of the world, and started living like the ways of Christ they were born again, 
No longer wanting to stray away from GOD and live their life through sin. 
So where did they go?
They went in the direction where there is everlasting life,
Living for GOD, now saved, now a husband, and now finally a wife. 


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Pass On By

He remembers the days of laugher, the warm rug by the door.
But now he watches from the street; deserted by the family who didn’t want him anymore.
The children laughed and played with him for a while,
But now nothing’s left for him, not a pat on the head or even a smile.
So now he lies by the tree with critters as his only friends
Wondering if this loneliness will ever end.
He begs for food with sad empty eyes,
But he goes unnoticed as they pass on by.
A girl sees him one day, a girl walking alone
She takes him to her car and offers him a home.
This same girl feeds him, plays Frisbee during the sunny days, 
And at night, by the foot of her bed he lays.
For even though his fur is mottled and he’s too thin,
She looked past the physical imperfections and saw his heart within.
So now Max has a home, a friend, and has been named,
So many things are different now; everything has changed.
Max would like to ask you, that if you see a dog with sad brown eyes, 
Please give him a home. Don’t pass on by.


Details | I do not know? | |

Remember

My black hand bag tucked under my arm.
A rush of blood to the head.
Come on let’s release the energy today.
The arrival of the meeting parade.
A peep through the haunted night.
A year on things had changed in there lifes.
A picture frame in a human form.
A normal driver of a taxi does his routine journey.
There is nothing new in what he does as he sees a 
female passenger near a taxi stand.
The passenger get’s in as he drops her off near just after her 
house to her request.
She say’s she has no money the taxi driver see’s her daughter 
in her so he let’s her off.
The taxi driver glances in the back mirror to see a black bag on the
seat.
He quickly get’s out of the taxi with the bag and goes to the house
where he dropped the girl off.
A door slowly opens an old women appears, who are you she say’s to him.
Can you give the girl her bag she left it in my taxi he say’s
The old women looks at him in shock, she say’s to him I have no one anymore.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lovely Precious

She laid in bed sobbing of what he had done to her. she didn't know what she was going to do. it had been a few months and yet she still thought about him. he left her for someone else. he yelled at her.
she began cutting her wrists
she tried everything in her power to kill herself..then she found out she was pregnant.
she wanted to tell him so badly that it hurt more than the cuts did. she screamed herself to sleep when she found out. the only thing had left was that baby. she lost her mom when she six, lost her dad when she thirteen...and lost her boyfriend a few months ago.
she's only sixteen and pregnant. she didn't know what to do next. she kept thinking she wanted to get rid of it. abortion or adoption? she didn't know...but then it was to late to do it. then that precious little thing was born.
she looked down at the hopeless little girl she had brought into the world. how could she be so stupid to try her and baby. she look down at the little girl in her arms and said "your name is Precious" and thats what she really was. a precious child. a precious life. a precious soul brought into this world by a lonely girl who made one mistake.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sound

A dog that gave a barking sound.
A  girl that ran to her mum.
She tell’s her mum can I sleep here today.
Her mum agrees they sleep together in a cold night.
A puff of air that disappeared.
The girl see’s it she tries to wake her mum up.
Mum it’s here again the puff of air.
The dog left the house and never came back.


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MORE TO ME THAN WHAT YOU SEE

I am, a seventeen year old girl with something to say, so listn up kay? 
I am more than your aveerage girl 
wiser than your average female 
smarter than your average teen 
I am prettyer than your girl friend 
thicker than you sister 
and sit on a pedel stool like a queen 
I love to read,laugh,and sing
but theres more to me than what seems 
I am short and pretty 
hot and kniky 
and freaky beyond all means


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Star Gazing

In an instant my world went into a blur
All it took was one look from her
Forever immortalized
In the front and back of my mind
Its like falling into river of cocoa and cream
With marshmallow rocks found in a dream
Her twinkles so divine
She's such a lucky find, how could I make her mine?
I feel like a little boy in a toy store
No matter what she gives me, I always want more
The girl next door, she's got beauty and love galore
For her to be with me is what I implore
From how she shuffles her hair to her innocent wink
Stops my heart and affects how I think
Its like being lost and found in the same moment
Had to catch myself, give me a moment
When she's not around I wonder where she went
I think about all the time I spent
Tryna get her to see the hint
Those jumble words I told her wasnt what I meant
Such an attitude of the city, she'll throw you some fits
But humble like a country girl and make you some grits
She makes me feel like Christmas morning
Snowed in and its still pouring
Like the warmth from the fireplace
That hugs and kisses my face
Walks into a room and she brings the light from the Alaskan sky
A cosmic entity feeding my eye
She's a Goddess, she's Aphrodite
Graceful and dainty yet wise and mighty
Lures me in with her Cheshire cat grin
Warps my reality so I think that I'll win
No matter how close I get its not close enough
I try to show confidence but she calls my bluff
My Astro-Goddess, I admire from the Earth
Your constellation in the sky is a price tag of your worth
Its you that I keep praisin' its you Im praisin'
It feels so amazin' when Im star gazin'


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To all the people

i want to be famous more than anthing
so dont judge me!
to all those boys 
that are to afriad to make the first move. 
to all those girls that feel alone at night. 
to all those people that never feel loved. 
there's always someone wishing for you to be theirs 
and to be with you to make everything perfect. 
it may be hard now but be strong. 
because later on you wont regrret all those silly love notes. 
and think maybe you should of told her how you really felt. 
the road ahead wont be easy but it sure 
as heck will be fun if you have those that love you to guide you. 

i believe everything happens for a reason. 
im not a perfect girl and 
my hair dosent always stay in place. 
i eat when im bored and 
i spill things alot. im pretty clumsy and 
sometimes i have a broken heart. 
my friends and i sometimes fight and 
maybe some days nothing goes right. 
but when i think about it and take a step back. 
i remeber how amazing life truly is and 
that maybe. just maybe i like being unperfect. 

right beneath the make-up and behind the smile 
im just a girl who wishes for the world. 

she smashed the rearveiw mirror with her fist 
because starting today shes never looking back 
shes so tired of pretending everything is ok 
her tears are starting to show and her smile is fading away 
just turn up the speakers. 
so we can sing like rock stars and dance like were famous. 
cause we are just silly little girls who fall for stupid boys. 

-lindsay 
[[help by a friend]]


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Do you hear me Lord

The dash is blinking, she's low on gas,
how far can she get from her past?
From the one that hurt her for too many years,
the one that brought on too many tears.
She wonders if she well ever be far enough,
as she calls out, "Oh lord, why must it be this tough!"

What have I done for you to forsake me this way,
your guidance Dear Lord, for that I will pray.
Please help me through this time of need,
do you hear me Lord, for your help I plead.

She wonders if she has made a mistake,
but she knows in her heart, it was the only choice to make.
She had a choice in life, she was grown,
but that little girl in the back had no voice of her own.
She did not ask to be brought up this way,
and the thought of her hurting, she could not stand another day.

And she cries out, "Oh Lord,"
What could she have done for you to forsake her this way,
let her live her childhood, for that I will pray.
Please help us through our times of need,
do you hear me Dear Lord, for this I plead.

The days moved on and the girl began to grow,
will she have questions about him? She doesn't know.
Will she resent her for what she has done,
or will she understand why they had to run.
Than as she laid her girl to bed that night, the answer she could see,
Mom, I do understand, a family we could not be.

Than she said, "Mom,"
I know the lord did not intend it this way,
our happiness dear mom, for that he did pray.
He was there to help us through our times of need,
Do you hear me mom, forgive him I plead.

Tears fell from her eyes as she laid in bed,
thoughts of what her daughter said flashed in her head.
At that moment she could clearly see,
alone in life, she would never be.
For the lord had given her the most precious gift,
a child to love, and her spirit to lift.

Than she cried, "Oh Lord"
Please forgive me for the mistakes I have made,
your forgiveness, Dear Lord, for that I will pray.
For I see that you never left me through my times of need,
Stand by me Lord, for that I will plead.

And the Lord answered,
All is forgiven, my child for you see,
standing by your side, I will always be.
For you see, my child, you were never alone,
I have been right here waiting for you to come home.


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Steps to?

poets, poems,and poetry,
they seem to be just words
all about love, lovers and pain 
about fillings of a boy or of a girl
a time,or a place just somewhere
taking you to the highest of all highs
after drying your tears from being  low 
heart felt paragraphs written from with in
gut wrenching letters no longer able to hide
they are mask  we hide behind to not be seen
they are our dreams,our hopes,and our wishes, 
pain from a dark side that made us cry and weep
nightmares of a past we can't let go of,show,or tell,
they are of mothers,fathers,brothers sisters,& family 
ones we lost,wished we had are wish were still alive
they are about kids and how they warm us with a smile
how they grew into people we always wanted them to be 
even wrote of the ones we lost in death, to drugs,or just life
they help to remove the sadness we carry deep down inside
to say I love you when we can't I miss you when we are unable
to speak our minds for being politically correct  here isn't a must
so a man can write instead of saying those words  I sat and cried 
so a woman could wish for love to find her before shes old and gray
are a young boy can tell of puppy love and the girl who lives next door
how a school girl can speak of her first crush,her first kiss,or just boys
we all have something deep down inside that we won't even think let out 
to say how we really fill what we really want are how we want this love to be 
and here we found away we write,.pour out our hearts,our minds,our passion
these are writes we don't want others to see,writes we want are love ones to read
words we put on paper like tears to a tissue they mean so much to us as you can see 
they are all steps we take,from here to there to find and release......poets,poems,poetry.   




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insignificant

young girl sits at waters edge
splashing with her toes
makes ripples in the water
unaware of where they go
the ripples form a small wave
as they travel cross the river
unknowingly she sends a gift
and she becomes the giver
for just across the river 
on a sandy earthen floor
a fish lies dying, earthbound
only inches from the shore
a small wave washes over it
as it takes it's dying breath
and pulls it to the water
only seconds before it's death
the fish received a miracle
not knowing of the source
and swam for deeper water
on a newly plotted course
the girl knew nothing of the fish 
or her part in it's fate
or how just a tiny ripple
can become a force so great


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The Heard Tale Retold-I

You have heard the tale,
That is couched in wails,
There was a beautiful girl,
Who swished her skirts in a swirl,
Impressed a prince,
Looked deep in his eyes,
And went for a spin,
They were in love,
Like two forlorn doves,
They hid their moorings well,
Before hell broke pell mell,
The king came to know peccadillo of his son,
He straight went for his royal gun,
Not satisfied at that,
He caught the poor girl alone and flat,
Looking at the insolence of love,
In the girl’s eyes,
King froze in anger and decided to vent his might,
He ordered for the girl to be buried alive,
And she was buried as she shed tears in hapless drive,
She flagellated and struggled her tiny frame,
But could not help the mighty pain,
Those muscled executioners,
Pinned her down,
As the mason completed his rounds,
Epitaphed and buried ,
The girl was a forgotten play for the prince,
Who frolicked along making his way to throne.


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This I Know for Sure

many people read the Bible and doubt the very story
that a virgin girl gave birth to a child who became God's glory
why is it so very hard for people to just believe?
that God can do anything that we humans can perceive

it's not a question of man's logic nor a question of man's reason
to believe that God appeared in the flesh on earth for one brief season
the one thing that man must understand about the spiritual world
it's that it does not always conform to whatever man has seen or heard
the spiritual realm deals with matters on an unseen astral plane
it's not just black and white but shades of gray that can't always be explained

miracles themselves are acts and deeds of a Godly manifestations
improbable and extraordinary occurrences that defy mere explanation
it's unlikely that many non-believers will or even can comprehend
that a girl from that time could become pregnant without intercourse coming in
we're in the age of technology, logic, sound reason and thoughts
but the spiritual realm does not apply to the principles mankind has been taught

Mary was touched by the Hand of God and then she did conceive
it was the desire of our Lord God, HIs Holy seed she would receive
a virgin, a young teenage girl untouched by any man
specifically chosen to be an integral part of God's master plan

it's not so hard for anyone who believes in the Lord Jesus Christ
to know the He was God in the flesh, the Word and the light
He was a gift, a present Himself from Father God above
He came to show us mercy and grace and God's unconditional love
the Son of Man, the Prince of Peace, Emmanuel is His name
Our Deliverer, Our Salvation Who died for our sins and our shame
He came to show us how to live and love the right way
God's initial concept  from which mankind had strayed
born to Mary,a young virgin girl and her carpenter husband-to-be
Joseph, a descendant form the line of King David, thus fulfilling the prophecy

from Gensis to Revelations for over a thousand year time span
Prophets, Judges, Kings and disciples revealed parts of God life-living plans
how is it possible that so many different people from all walks of life
and for so many years
could tell a continuous and complete narrative, 
if the presence of God was not here?
it's not about logic nor sound reason it's about so much more
that Jesus Christ was God's begotten son and 
this I know for sure








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The Child Within

I’m all grown up Daddy and all I can do is keep looking back.
I’ve traveled a long road just to be standing here dead on this track.
Many of my tears have been laid to rest and my smile I now seek.
Bruised and battered I cover the little girl that grows inside.
Yellow blankets and satin pink pillows to comfort her when she’s weak!
She seeks to hide.

I’m all grown up Mama and all I can do is keep looking ahead.
I’ve rode the Oceans waves just to be alive and not feel so dead.
Many of my laughs have been put to a test and my smile I have never found.
She’s lost, but sound.

The child within, they all attack.
The child within, they are all meek.
The child within, they all fed.
The child within, they are all bound.

In a world so far away,
Treasures and castles were her path.
It is where she always went to play.
Beautiful gardens and flowing rivers is where she took her very first bath.
Like watering a tree, that little girl just grew and grew and grew.
Finally, she broke free and was clear from every single one of you.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2007


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I Am ...

I am a brilliant girl
With a desire to achieve
People tell me things 
And just put me down
The past is the past, but 
They use it against me
I was born in a circle of love
But abandoned from blood
I am a girl with power
To make it out there
I have been lied to, been deceived
And left heart broken
I am what I am,
And I do what I do
I am trying to fight this battle
Against stress and anxiety
People can control my life
Put words in my mouth
Break my heart, and put me down
But I am a girl with a true
Desire to pursue my dreams
Despite those who despise me 


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We get Hot too (2005)

If a girl shows a bit of flesh, boys peep
Don’t we get hot in the summer, its not to look cheap
We get labeled and treated like crap
We are not there for a tickle or a slap
We want to look and feel good
Why should be cover up in a hood?
Yes girls are vulnerable but that is not excuse
Dressing discrete is because we choose
Why is it ok for boys to walk around in the nude?
If we were to do that you would attack and be snide and rude
We want freedom to express
We can do without you will to suppress
We shouldn't be made to feel shame
If you were a girl you would feel the same


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Girl Deliver, Girl Design

Girl deliver, Girl design
all the wishes in your prime
Give your shoes a chance to fit
your gait, your walk to match your wit
Don’t you settle for the chance
a poster child of circumstance
Fight to rise above the grief
and turn, turn, turn, the newborn leaf
Girl deliver, Girl design
and you will heal yourself in time.
Friends will flock and gravitate
a moment I sweet anticipate.
You will piece your puzzle tight
and passionate pros will bring insight
Set your foot on the path of light
appreciate this gift of sight
So Girl deliver, Girl design
you will forever shine, shine shine...


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To The World

I am words unspoken 
A body asleep waiting to be awoken 
I am words that cannot be read 
Words unspoken and never could be said 
I am only a person trying to find my dreams 
Waiting to be awoken yet trying to fall asleep 


I am an ocean shattered apart 
Buried in the middle you can find my heart 
I am cancer waiting to put you through pain 
How I feel I'm unable to explain 
I am your mind waiting to see how this poem ends 
A girl who has finally found a friend 


I am tears ready to fall like rain 
Blood streaming down a vein 
I am an operator ready to take your call 
A cure found that can finally heal all 


I am patience running out of time 
A newborn trying to understand a nursery rhyme 
I am who I am though I don't know why 
Knowing I could die within a blink of an eye 


I am many letters to the author 
Hoping that atleast a look he would offer 
I am an abandoned infant with no where to go 
Can anyone see I have many years to grow? 
I am the door you swing open without knocking 
Baby on the cradle without you rocking 


I am a sunny day waiting for a storm to hit 
The truth hard for me to admit 
I am misery with a smile on my face 
Loving these memories wanting not to erase 


I am someone who has seen how far I've come 
Remembering where I started from 
I am anger tearing someone inside 
I want to be loved is all I've ever cried 


I am speakers blasting as you drive by 
Hurting inside looking out for the public eye 
I am hunger destroying half the world 
In the darkness still a lonely girl 


I am passion between you and your love 
A gift God has sent from above 
I am the crack you step on as you walk 
Camera man watching people die in Iraq 
I am the president trying to start a war 
A war that has never been fought before 


I am lyrics to a beautiful love song 
A girl that wants to feel like she belongs 
I am the sun rising early in the morning 
A flood coming without a warning 
I am death ready to take a life 
A girl still not ready to be a wife 


I am lips sealed with too much to say 
A bird without a place to stay 
I am a person who just wants to live 
For who I am could you forgive?


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I Wish I Had a Happy Story to Tell

I wish I had a happy story to tell
I wish it were the color of orange blossoms
I wish my body were not my jail
I wish…I wish I had a happy story to tell

I love him
So I let him grab my wrist 
As he led me away
I love him I told myself again
I was struggling to keep up as he
Was dragging me to my feet
You see I had let myself fall
I must have lost my balance
When he slammed me against the wall
I love him
I wanted to believe
But my tears kept me from seeing
His weight kept me from breathing
And his hand kept me from screaming
So I yelled instead in my head
That I loved him
My body pressed against the bed
I love him
How ironic I had worn
A pretty white dress
For a pretty white mess
I had not imagined that this would be my end
But I love him I told myself again
And as his knee bruised my inner thigh
My voice was lost within a cry
He’d forgotten to undo his belt
So I took the opportunity to yell
And for a moment I could not see
As if a hot cup of water had been poured over me
I began to drown in it
But then I found in it
Not the water he chose
But instead a broken nose
I love him, now harder to believe
Please don’t 
I mouthed a silly symphony
Please don’t 
Was my silent soliloquy 
Please don’t 
And then it was as if the world were in slow motion
I saw every emotion
Run through his face
As he pushed me away
Could it be that he was setting me free
Unused just as before
I lay crumpled on the floor
And saw his iron boots heading to me
He stood there – the embodiment of all my fears
Careful to avoid my puddle of blood and tears
He said nothing but stood over me
And with one swift kick
He destroyed everything that was left of me
Then he walked out the door
Down the hall
And far away
Leaving behind in his wake
A girl so useless
Not even a proper victim for a rape
But that girl is gone now
She has been replaced
By another with a stronger face
A louder growl
And quite a bite
One who will always put up a fight
Until she finds that you are worthy
Until you are witness to her glory
Then and only then 
Will she tell you this story





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Beautiful Sinner

Translucent powder of velvet graces her delicate face
Taboo lips of vibrant crimson, the edges upturned forming that slight grin.
An unnamed girl in the rear lacing the petite black strings of that defining corset,
Angry she is, as the beauty turns sour and yells with a fire-tipped tongue.
As the unnamed girl completes the task she proceeds to pass under,
The incredible wooden carving of children at play above the mighty bedroom door
The beauty turns to the mirror, framed in worn metallic gold splendor
She coats her eyes in charcoal minerals, and decides,
She does not want to be a sinner anymore.


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NORTHSTAR

Steady beat 
through the night 
It is you..... 
I am fated to meet, 
this cloudless night 

Starry starry night 
My heart to travel, 
on this flight 


North star 
Guide me 
For I fly far, 
to the place 
I want to be 

Still of night 
Star bright 
Unceasing flight 

North star 
I follow you......... 
So very far 
This brightness 
Draws me too 

Cloudless flight 
Unceasing beat 
through the night 
On the wing 
You.......... 
I must meet 

North star 
be my guide 
I fly far 
This girl 
I want you........ 
By my side 


Red fire 
Red star 
This is what we are 
North star 

Steady beat 
Steady heart 
Feel your heat 
Feel your heart 

North star 
I follow you 
Course set..and true 
This girl 
She wants it too 


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Breaking The Rules

Breaking The Rules
My little girl who just started attending school.
      Asked me daddy, do we have to follow each and every rule?
And I answered, yes my love, we must obey.
     But daddy, she said, I have to pray.
Daddy you taught me, give thanks before we eat.
     And to thank the Lord is such a treat.
The teacher scolded me and made me cry.
     She said you can’t do that here but wouldn’t answer why.
The other kids laughed and pointed at me.
     Daddy I wanted to hide to run and flee.
I don’t want to go back not ever again.
     I don’t like it there daddy is that a sin?
Well I picked her up and said I’ll tell you what.
    Don’t you ever stop praising the Lord you give it all you’ve got.
She squeezed my neck so very hard.
    And said I love you daddy, you and the Lord.
If I must home school then that’s what I’ll do.
    But my little girl is going to follow You.


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Through The Eyes Of A Child

{verse-1}
I got home last night at four
Found the door open wide
and when I shut and locked the door
I stumbled over something inside
As I searched for the light
I heard my baby girl say
Daddy I'm alone here tonight
Mommy lays there and won't wake up

{verse-2}
Then I felt her little arms
Squeeze tight around my leg
She said Mommy wasn't feeling good
And went to sleep there on the floor
And as the tears fell from eyes
My baby girl said, It's alright Daddy
Mommy will be up soon, I'm sure
That's when I fell to pieces

{Chorus}
Through The eyes of a child
To young to understand
Through the eyes of a child
How can I tell her Mommy's gone

{verse-3}
Then I told her Mommy went to heaven
And that God didn't need her body
She looked at me confused
And said Then Mommy's not up there
Then a hand touched my hand
And a voice said let me try
Then my baby girl turned to me
And said Daddy, I still have you

{chorus}
Through The eyes of a child
To young to understand
Through the eyes of a child
Grew up 'fast when Mommy died


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Not Completly broken

Who is this stranger that stairs back at me
as I look into the mirror each day
Where did she come from 
and what does she want from me 
This isn't the same girl that I have known all of my life
There is someting different about her
She looks lost and alone 
unsure where it is her life is headed  
I dont like this girl I see 
She has taken over my life 
tearing it apart  
How do I get rid of her sending her back 
where she came from
How do I tell her that no one wants her around
and that she has caused 
too many problems in my life  
I want things to go back to the way they once were 
before she came into my life
Why can't the mirror just lie to me
showing me what it is that I want and need to see 
because sometimes the truth is just too hard to  face  
Maybe I can keep on pretending that everything is ok
that my life could not be more perfect 
But then I would just be fooling myself  
Maybe it would be better that way 
Life would be alot easier  
With every laugh and smile I fake 
no one would even realize anything is wrong  
That is that way I want it to be  
It is the only way to keep the world 
from seeing right through me  
I refuse to let anyone know my pain  
To do so would mean to let someone in 
and no good could come of that  
Whats done is done  
There is no way to fix the broken 
No glue is gonna put these peices back in place  
I have accepted that and I have learned to deal with it  
so I sheild myself from the world 
only to protect what is left of the real me
so everyone may see 
 I am and ever will be completly borken.


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Jayden Makieh Kelly (Part 2)

Jayden Makieh Kelly
    
  As each day and the third month passed by I was still shocked.  But, my love for you was solid, set firmly in place and locked.  At four months pregnant I felt your fluttering, and at first, thought it was quite bothering.  I also got to hear your tiny heart beat.  The sound was so sweet and pleasing to my ears of course, but at the same time it reminded me of a galloping horse!  At five months I started to feel a little less sick and even got to feel your undeniably, strong kick!  Now the feeling of you moving around and kicking, nestled in my stomach where you resided,  comforted me because it allowed me to know that you still safely existed right there inside me.  From the beginning, my family and I had been hoping that you would be a girl and allowed that feeling to deeply sink.  We went to stores looked at all the girls clothes and imagined how pretty you would be in pink.  At twenty-two weeks on October 13, I had the ultrasound that would determine your health and sex.  Deep down inside I knew that I wouldn’t hear the news that I had expected.  The doctor typed on the screen ‘Boy’ alongside your little wee wee, and I must admit the news kind of upset me.  I was upset because I had gotten used to thinking about all of the pink and the girl names, however no matter what my love for you would undeniably be the exact same.  Boy or girl it makes no difference, because for life my baby boy I am in this.  At almost six months, your name was decided and planned with good meaning behind it.  Jayden Makieh Kelly is who you will come into the world as.  Your name starts with the letter ’J’ just as your dad’s.  Your middle name is Makieh and was derived from a very special person in my life.  He recently passed away and his name was Mack William Sandidge, Junior.  I could not give birth to you and not include him as part of our future.  For almost twenty years he did things that I don’t think could be done by no other.  He provided and took care of me as if he was my father.  Even though biologically he wasn’t, psychologically, and every other way he was.  There wasn’t a limit to all that he gave, all that he shared, all of his love.  I still don’t think I could ever thank him enough, so with your middle name I provided  a small token of such.


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A Mother's Dream



I had a dream one night of a beautilful
baby girl with big brown eyes.

Unable to bear child
I was filled with great joy and surprise. 

I was holding her so very near,
I could not figure out why I was here.

She was looking into my eyes, with such innocence and love.
I knew that God was sending me a message from above.

When I awoke with such dismay,
I thought, Oh no, no way.

But almost one year to the day,
of that wierd and wonderful dream.
I am holding a beautiful baby girl with big brown eyes looking at me.

I now know  that dreams do come true,
Because God wanted me to be with you.

You may not have been born of my womb.
But God wanted me to be a mother to you.



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Underestimated (2005)

I was underestimated
Others flew while I waited
Labeled ‘dumb’ and ‘lazy’
Tuning out and feeling hazy
10 years on and I see it again
“Don’t expect too much from her shes a pain”
A young girl stamped and thrown
Still hurts to see now I’m grown
I gave the girl a chance and allowed her room
Intellect and brightness all bloom
So why did they say that when its their job to lift
The ones who are slower are the ones with a hidden gift
I started off a tortoise at a slow pace
I was the tortoise that eventually won the race 
Now I’ve evolved and become a cheetah
I became he one who was a failure beater
Never underestimate at a glance
People can achieve anything if given the chance


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GIRL TODAY

(This poem was inspired by watching a girl go through different stages in her life)

Girl today and boy tomorrow, it's easy as can be when you are locked in this crazy 
penitentiary. Girl today and boy tomorrow, my mother has always wondered 
about me and my many personalities.Girl today and boy tomorrow, remember 
the day you cheated on me with those three in the tree?

Girl today, and boy tomorrow. Twenty years ago this lifestyle was really on the 
down low and today's society says I can be free with all my many 
personalities.So people don't have to wonder about me, (I'm free...is what I 
want to B ).
Girl today, and boy tomorrow ; love and tenderness is what I needed at the tender
age of three. You denied me and someone planted a tree.That started from a 
crooked root you see. This is how I be, girl today and boy tomorrow. Now at the 
age of  13, trapped in this tormented body and horny as can be. Now at the age of 
twenty-three this is not funny.

Girl today and boy tomorrow doesn't make me happy How can I be free with all 
my many personalities,the demons are trying to take over my mind and body. 
These demons are not playing around with me; they are trying to kill me. 

Girl today is what I really want to be . I just needed love since the age of three. 
God be with and deliver me. So I can be free at the age of 23, locked in this crazy 
penitentiary.

God's girl today.God's lady to be.
God's healed and set free.
Girl Today.


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Gracing Ghost

Hanging in the space
the ghost rubbed its base,
it left a bright spark,
a flash in frightening dark,
the little girl huddled in her room,
she slid herself in a corner as if broomed,
the ghost made a swirl,
as if firecrackers were on whirl,
this scared her more,
her voice sunk inside her,
she could not even scream,
she folded her skeleton,
flattening little meat on it,
and closed her tiny eyes,
the ghost had completed its arrival,
and was no longer lamenting for survival,
it took shape,
and featured under little girls eyes under cape,
his face grew clear..and the ghost was man,
recognizing him the little girl ran,
it was dad,
who was long dead,
he had come,
so that she could have comfort some,
she sobbed in ethereal embrace,
the ghost had come not to scare,
but to grace.


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Real Life

Now this poem right here is going to change a man/
This is going to stretch out like elastic bands/
From Dallas to Indiana to Alaska man/
This is going to go down in black history man/

See we rap about guns violence and sex tapes/
Older brother’s that take young girls and still rape/
What happen to our pride and our self-esteem/
What happen to our passion and our wildest dreams/
What ever it was, it was down right sorry/
We rather postpone leadership to buy a Ferrari/
And a lot of our young girls are wearing make-up/
And a lot of our young brothers sell drugs to purchase 
Jacobs/
And that’s the same fellow who forgot his latex/
Now his girl got AIDS and not mention she pregnant/
Now her brother is mad and he’s ready to cap (shoot) him/
But that’s why I’m here for, for words of inspiration/

Now the girl is doing fine but she had sex before marriage/
But the baby couldn’t make it so she had a miscarriage/
Now she so depressed, she’s headed for drugs from needles,
To crack pipes trying to find that love/
All in the wrong places the devil in different faces/
She’s stripping at strip clubs, for tips so she can make it/
And the brother who got her pregnant he’s just sitting back and 
Laughing and/
Got gassed (shot) a couple weeks ago for drug trafficking/
Yeah, see he paid the price/
Took God’s gift for granted the gift of life/

Now getting back to the girl she’s happy her man gone/
She used to be dark skin, but he beat her bad, now she’s
Redbone/
Her hair’s grown/
Back from wearing he use to snatch it out/
And on top of that kicked her out her own house/
So she had enough one day/
And pulled out his AK (gun)/
And said “The day you touch me again, you’ll die the same day”/
But that was before he died, and she’s making it now and/
Got her master’s degree and she’s making a hundred thousand/
Dollars each year, and daily she prays/
Pays five grand on medicine because she still has AIDS/
And I wish the poem could end, but it’s sad to say/
Of what happen to this girl still goes on and happens today/


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The Eyes of Perfection

Sitting here, all alone, when a pretty girl catches my eye as she’s walking by. I 
want to taste her sweet lips. I want to embrace her in my arms. There is a 
glimmer in her eye. A glimpse in my direction. I sit here wondering, did I really 
just catch the eye of absolute perfection? A brief smile, that makes my heart skip 
a beat. I try jumping to my feet, to follow in the direction of such a pretty girl. She 
could be the one to change my life. She could be the one that saves me from 
myself. She could be the one to make me whole. Then, I stop. As I think to 
myself, what in the world would such a girl see in me? I set my feet, to save 
myself from yet another rejection, as I watch my embodiment of perfection walk 
away. I watch as all my life’s dreams, as all that I ever wanted, just walks down 
the street. As my life just walks away, and my heart skips yet another beat. Then 
a sudden burst of bravery. An eruption of unknown emotions. As I start chasing 
after her. I listen to the thunder beneath my feet, as they pound upon the 
pavement. Thoughts of what to say begin running through my head. Once I catch 
up to her, all my preparations were in vain, just the sight of seeing her pretty face 
made them all escape my brain. A stumbling over words, with an anxious 
sickening feeling while waiting for that feared reply. Then a surprise, as I get a 
smile and a yes, while I gaze into the eyes of Perfection.


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COFFEE GIRL

Coffee girl I say love yourself
GOD didn't make a mistake
When he made you this way
Your beautiful and full of grace 
Yes he gave you his amazing grace
walk with your head held high
like your just about
to touch the sky
use the wisdom
He installed in you
don't let the world confuse you
and stop letting people abuse you
be proud of who you are
God made you his shining star
so let the world see your light
and let your light shine real bright
spread Gods love with all your might 
coffee girl I say love yourself
and please don't try to be someone else


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Learn Somethin'

come here little girl, let me learn you a thing or two
livin' in the hood is a very hard thing to do
you gotta know the rules, how to move, never have a clue
never let'em know how you move, keep it true
true to yourself, to your square, where you at girl
respect yourself in any hood, hood respect girl
kept a lot of girls from geetin' raped where i'm at girl
when the devil play, it's no game, he attack girl
one girl mad cause her man want your phone number
you so bad every man wanna talk to you
chicks get jealous so they plottin' on your every move
what should you do? you by yourself and without a crew
rule number 2 keep some mase or some pepper spray
rule number 1 is keep a gun but she played it safe
she massed her in the face and showed her what suppose to taste like
the girl pulled out a knife and cut her stomach by the waistline
know she on the floor cryin' with the evidence
but what she didn't know was that the pretty girl was preganat
learn somethin', learn somethin', listen little girl let me learn you a thing or two
learn somethin', learn somethin', livin' in the hood is very hard thing to do


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Beneath The Surface

If you will take the time to look
What you are gonna see
This sure and strong exterior
Isn't really me
A fragile little girl 
Left to find her way
Facing new challenges
Each and everyday
Life's not always fair
As scary as that seems
This little girl looked hard enough
To finally reach her dreams
The journey that led her to her purpose
Is the pain found deep...
           Beneath The Surface


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FORGIVENESS

as a little girl i had bad dreams.
i awoke in the night to hear my own screams.
these dreams were nightmares i lived many nights, 
i prayed for help as i turned out the lights.
 the dreams had a monster i knew well, 
i was a good girl i could not tell.
the monster would hurt me and make me feel sad,
 what hurt me the most was my dad.
 i told no one about the game,
i could not tell mom because of the shame.
 without fear and refusing to cry 
i faced the monster and ask why?.
i got no answer to the questions i had,
i got my answer by watching my dad.
i saw him crying and shaking his head 
i saw my daddy wishing he were dead.
i felt no anger, hate nor fear, what 
i was feeling was so perfectly clear.
i felt so sorry for the soul trapped inside, 
i asked for forgiveness for wishing he had died.