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I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love.
It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible
because it was incredible for me.

If "tall, dark, and handsome" had a face, it belonged to one who walked
into the store I worked at nightly all alone. He brought with him a smile just for me -
beautiful, magical, seducing. Were he music, he'd have been the warmest song
to ever touch my soul. Perhaps it was the moon, lunacy-inducing, that made me crave
his visits more and more, for he'd come each night into the store, 
his ritual to tease me with his glances; then stand in line with just one purchase,
engaging me with words deliciously belying that he spoke my native tongue. 
Did he know I fairly worshiped him? 
And where was Aphrodite to let her dear Adonis wander free?

I learned eventually he was staying with a brother and soon would be returning to Quebec. 
I do not know, but I can now infer the moon waxed full by the time he asked me out, 
for I had waxed complete in my audacity. Knowing it was his last night in town, 
I closed the store up early and fled with my Prince Charming.
The stuff of poetry that night transpired. . .
fodder for the several poems of romance I've since penned.
Sitting in his car in front of my own house, late at night, into the early morning. . .
The way he gazed into my eyes, teaching me of butterfly kisses 
and his breathing his sweet breath along my ear lobes,
the way our fingers interlaced, the way he caressed the small of my back. . . 
He taught me how small things
can be just as sensuous as that act of love that virgins do not know,
and he branded me with a yearning for a sweet romantic love I'd never felt so strongly,
nor would I ever know again as wonderfully as I was shown that night,
 for others in my life I've kissed, yet barely missed.

My dream love wrote me postcards from Quebec. Then it all died out.
I married. A few years passed; then I got a call from him, completely unexpected!
Somehow he'd tracked me down to my new home. I took the call, 
 as I held my firstborn baby daughter in one arm.
Heart in my throat, I told him it was nice to hear from him, but I was married now.
So though I'll never know what "may have been," I'm still left with the memory
I chose to make with him  that one day of my life, my very best,
because for just one night, I was Cinderella. A prince still holds my slipper,
and infinite romance lives on inside my poems.

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One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.

©2013 Honestly JT

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Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."

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His Smile Awaits

He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation

All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory 
Smiles like his have become few and far between

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Behind The Bike Sheds

We were kissing behind the bike sheds 
The future Mrs Bronte and I 
Get yourselves up to see the head 
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the kiss of life.

We stood in his room in front of head
Our eyes looking down, both our faces bright red
Darren shifted nervously from side to side
Don’t worry Darren one day I’ll be your bride
I begged the head please don’t make us cool our ardour
In our biology practical we’d been told to try much harder
He said 'I was young once I’ll give you one more chance
I can’t stand in the way of a budding new romance'

Our classmates asked but we wouldn't tell
What the headmaster had to say 
After school we stopped beside the wishing well
We passed along the way 
We kissed each other then kissed our penny
Then watched the penny fall 
The kisses we've shared over the years have been so many
We have no regrets at all.

16th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson

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To Elizabeth

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eye'd,
Such seems your beauty still. 
~ William Shakespeare

I have looked into the mirror
Looking for a trace....a trace of my youth
A trace of the girl that I used to be...
Is she there?  Buried deep? Is she still part of me?

Years can't be halted, change can't erase..
And my face, are the lines of experience
Stories and time...I see staring back at me
A part of me wants to grieve for that girl
The girl that I was..   Has she vanished for good?

Oh, I do understand....
That I can't hang on to "then"..
To days long ago, when time was our friend
When summers, together,  seemed never to end
But, then............ , here by chance, we meet up once again.....

Our friendship born in young, and carefree
You...with bright eyes, and brown hair that fell long
Around your high cheeks ...and a wide, gamin smile!
You were the one who's light shined so brightly
Who's charm, laugh, and wisdom I fondly admired
A girlhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies
And under nighttime stadium lights, to the music of the high school band

After years, that have taken us to separate worlds
In my mind, and in my dreams you have always been
The fair maiden, the one who held my hand
Two girls who made promises...who sat in the dark, under a summer sky
And talked of our "somedays", of our future, our hopes
By the light of the moon, we wished upon the stars

Now here in this moment, I have found you again
And here in this moment, I have found "me" again....
I can be that girl we share our history
our moment in the sun, ....I am "her", again!..
I can be that child, I can be fifteen, I can wear a crown, upon a teenaged throne... 
And I can still dance to the sound of the drum, and the tuba,
I can sing football songs, and gossip about the boys, 
   and make fun of the stuck-up girls
     and laugh about the teachers we didn't like, 
                   and about the night of the prom, when I cried in your arms

I can hear Johnny Mathis singing "Misty", and the words will make me weep
       I can hear "Canadian Sunset" as it lulls me off to sleep

Perhaps the stars have faded a bit...but beyond the weary miles
They still shine when I look into your dear friend, from the past...
They will shine through the ages.........where a summer will always  last....
                      ~                                    ~

For Frank's Contest:

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Death - Reborn - Balassi Stanza

As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow

In Darkness, unforeseen 
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or a Crow

I can feel this new Life
Sounds of bagpipes and fife
An Eternity, to Grow 

Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest
              “ Balassi Stanza “

Author’s Note : Dr. Ram has Taught me more English
Than my Jr. & Sr. High School Teachers : Combined

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(Circa 1910) Grandpa had a bulldog whose name was Tige. They were close – as close as honey and bees. If Grandpa felt a cold comin’ on – Well Ol’ Tige was the one who would sneeze Grandpa was noted for his wealth and generosity. His love for me was demonstrated when he paid my college fees. The love he held for Tige was almost the same for me. And ol’ Tige was always with Grandpa wherever he might be. College life was different then, separation was the norm. And years at Alma Mater meant years far from the farm. Students have it difficult and allowances soon shrink So, short of money there, I soon began to think. Grandpa, bless his giving heart, quickly came to mind That bulldog owned his generous heart – if somehow I could find Some way to convince my grandpa to increase the money sent -- I came upon a devious plan – and this is how it went. I wrote and told my grandpa, “There’s things you ought to know. The things they’re doin’ here at school will set your heart aglow.” “They’re takin’ all these sorts of dogs – it came as quite a shock Grandpa, you won’t believe me, they’re teachin’ dogs to talk.” Now grandpa loved ol’ Tige so much it didn’t take him long To ask how much would it take to send ol’ Tige along? Well, when I gave a figure, Grandpa was satisfied If this crazy scheme was figured out, there’s no place I could hide. I kept feeding grandpa all sorts of good reports How Tige was a star pupil and mascot of all sports Two years passed and soon there came the time to take Tige home Grandpa was so excited -- Tige was never more to roam. Grandpa came runnin’ when I stepped down off the train. His eager eyes were searching for what he’d never see again. “Where’s ol’ Tige?” he asked, as we began to walk. “He’s not comin’.” I replied, “C’mon we need to talk.” This morning I was shaving in the bathroom by the sink And Tige was justa talkin’ when he looked at me and winked. “Ya know’ he said, “I’ll be so glad to be back home at last.” There are some things I’ve thought about that went on in the past.” “I was standin’ at the mirror with my razor in my hand Ol’ Tige was talkin’ ‘bout some things he couldn’t understand. I could not believe the lies he told – things he’d seen first hand Like the times he saw you wrestlin’ with that female hired hand.” His words just lit a fire with the pictures that he painted I almost couldn’t help myself – Grandpa, I nearly fainted. It seems that I lost it some and when I finally woke, I’d grabbed him by the backa his neck and cut his lyin’ throat. I know grandpa was shaken, I saw it in his eyes. A look of consternation he could not disguise He seemed to be relieved, as he looked at me and said, “Now, Son, I really need to know, are you sure ol’ Tige is dead?” Years have hidden the truth of this deception that I wrought. I’m the one who wove deceptive tales that everybody bought. But when the truth is told at last and no more lies are found You’ll gladly find an ending that surely will astound. Grandpa? -- He now lives with Jesus, and me? -- I’m headed there. Tige? – I know he’s still around though I shouldn’t tell you where. We made a pact some years ago when things went awfully bad. For years he’s been the best darn mascot my school ever had.

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The Ice Cream Truck

the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of crafts and colorful displays filled the walls like wallpaper.
you can hear singing from the kids in room 4b, ms. mcdonald's class.

the weather outside was a balmy 80 on this june day.
text books, paint brushes, and the obligatory pre-chewed bubble gum filled the desk cavity.
the assistant principle announces something inaudible on the speaker system.
and we are fast approaching the anticipated summer break.

summer. that's when spring lovers finally kiss and the butterflies leave their cocoon.
birds singing and the flowers are saturated with their red, blue, and pink hues.
the last day of school is finally here and the children ride the bus for the last time.
vacations. swimming pools. ocean city. the smell of hot dogs, grass and humidity.

jersey summers are hot. really hot where i grew up. you sweat just by looking out the window.

then one day, the familiar sound of circus-like music faintly approaches town.
louder and louder until everyone knows its the ice cream truck turning the street corner.
the famous mr. softee, or good humor truck, or some local self employed bearded man.
whatever it was, ice cream in all kinds, flavors, colors, and shapes was 25 yards and 25 cents away.

the music kept playing as children seemingly sprayed out of their homes in rapid succession.
a gathering soon followed with parents and children standing all against that delicious truck.
chocolate. peanut butter. vanilla. strawberry. cookies and cream. cookie dough.
sandwiches. bowls. cones. smoothies. sundays. sprinkles. nuts. oh so yummy!

i miss that ice cream truck. i miss those days...

...and i miss you just as much.

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Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply

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Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me

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15 and stupid

This poem was inspired by my best friend and her troubles: ) We go out on our first date, We go back to your house, Your parents are asleep, We go to your bedroom, You tell me you love me and that you will take care of me, I wake up thinking of last night your laying next to me holding me, You wake up and look at me and smile, You lean over and kiss me, I feel like you are the best thing to ever happen to me, You are my first love, Little do we know what’s happening, Nine months latter we are parents, We are planning our marriage, Our lives are set in stone now, We are parents at age fifteen, engaged at age fifteen, Life has just left our eyes, Now we are two teens in love living on their own parents disowned them, child with them drop outs of high school and working jobs to survive. What a stupid mistake we made at age fifteen. Under aged sex is not a smart choice unless you want my life….

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Ghosts of South Dakota part 4

	Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the 
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep.  Even the hot chocolate did not do 
much to help sedate the excitement.
	We were hoping for sleds that year.  The snow was perfect for 
sledding especially like we did it.  We tied out sleds on behind the car or pick up 
and were pulled through the hills.  We got our sleds.  My dad and my uncle made 
them for us.
	No television and only in the late years were we allowed to use the 
radio.  Batteries were to expensive for frivolous use.  We spent many hours 
playing cards or games.
	I took time out and went to high school and college and got my 
teaching certificate.
	My aunt taught there only one year after the Federal Government 
turned the schools over to the local government.
	The last time I was back there the out buildings had been moved and 
Indian families were living in them.  The school was dirty and unkept.
	Now the school is gone.  The ancestors who once walked these 
dusty plains are gone.  The Indians who were there when I was a child are gone.
	They are Ghosts.  Ghosts whose faces can be seen in the clouds.  
Ghosts  who still chop wood on those sub zero nights.  And the drums we heard 
in the middle of the nights are still beating.  They beat as strongly as the heart 
beats in a healthy body.  The laughter of the children still echoes under the 
	The life blood of a culture, of a nation grows thin.  The Battle of 
Wounded Knee was the last battle to be fought  between the white man and the 
Indian on the northern plains.  It's cries still echo across the land.
	My foot prints in the creek did not last any longer than those they left 
in the dust.  But in my memories, this mile and a half by three quarter mile haven 
still lives.  And will live forever as a piece of unrecorded history.

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I want to explain
How I feel about you
The thoughts in my head
How my heart feels too

Your mom and I joined
And you were already here
I came onto the scene 
A little late, I fear

Just four months old
When we first met
"Who's this stranger?"
You were thinking, I bet

You woke up crying
And your mom was impressed
For I put you to sleep
Up against my chest

I fell in love with you
And took your mom as my wife
I remember those years 
As the best in my life

Boy, was I jealous 
When you met your "real" dad
I wanted to grab him
And yell at him so bad :)

We are married no more
Your mother and I
When I think about that
Sometimes I still cry

Many years have passed
My how you've grown
You're in high school now
And have your own cell phone

And tho we now live
Two states apart
I love you so much!
With all of my heart!

So remember you this
Miss Ashley Nicole....
You're my pride and joy
You're in my heart and soul

And I don't care 
What people think or say
It matters not to me
Your true DA

With lots of love,

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can i say something about love

can i say something about love
my human rights to say about love

searched out dictionaries for definition of love
but didn't find any particular definition of love

as i go,go further at internet for love
this time finds,finds complexity of love

friends,don't find general rule for love
law can be obeyed,how can be love

general rule should be obeyd for love
please replacesthe word law with love

as i find in different cultures to love
find kindness,scarifice,and generosity to love

amiee style of love different in love 
get any reward in love,not fair for love

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1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.

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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 

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I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 




                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!

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Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.

I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.


Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.

Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.

I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.


Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.

An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.


Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.


One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  

Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.

 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  

Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.

I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.

Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.



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One Day

I watched as his tiny hands held the crayon,
first time homework, and I wanted to help,
but I knew this was his challenge, not mine.
In time he would figure things out on his own,
and one day, he would be a daddy, with children
of his own.

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A Lighter Touch

It's a matter of pressure, the weight of exchange
Affection we share now, in a different ballgame
I won't leave you red faced, embarrass, or shame
Tho' my impulse commands to squeeze you the same
But your school chums are watching, so I keep arms restrained
You've been climbing the ladder, to your middle school days
And I'll admit that the changes are much harder for me
Than for you who resolves to grab hold to each year
And wear them like badges, on your way to be free

My cherub remembered, is no prize you would own
Yet my feelings, regardless, are the same as before
When I rocked you, my baby, how I cherished dark nights
I never once pondered, how soon wings take flight

I would cradle and hold you, my lips on your cheek
I sang nursery stories, and called you my sweet
The world of surprises with each passing while
As you wander a tightrope,  between a man and the child

So I hug you now gently,  I must stifle my gushing
But the touch of you fills me with rushes of longing
I can’t swallow you whole, like I did long ago
But the love hasn’t changed, and the touch is much lighter
But the love is the same , we both know it, somehow…

For Deb's Contest: "Touch"

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The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower

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I Just Want My Life Back

Dedicated to everyone at Freedom Middle School
I love you guys with all my heart

The hallways are full of laughter, 
The friends are full of love
The good friends are playful,
Giving each other a little shove.
The classes were a bit of a challenge,
The tests more of a breeze
Studying was the hard part
But it put our minds at ease.
The drama was overrated
The fights were way too many
But the make-ups and break-ups made a difference
And made us think a plenty.
The teachers were our light
That got us to where we are
Even connections, useless as they seem to be,
Will help us go really far
The hearts were full of words unsaid
As we took our final steps
Outside the doors, into a new life
As we drew in our final, middle school breath.
The eyes were full of spilling tears
That cascaded down our cheeks
The sun was shining, so how could we
Be feeling so very bleak?
All of it is now a blur
I wish I could go back
And change everything that I had done
Just wipe it away to be packed.
But we can't change our mistakes in the past
And we can't relive our lives
As much as we wish we could return
To the place where our last tears together were cried.
The middle school years were the best
And we're sad to see them go
Especially those who didn't say a lot
Who didn't let their true love show.
We were alive when we were at school
Because we were with the people we loved
Our memories are the best token of that year
Even jokingly being shoved.
But now that all my friends are gone
Onto high school, seperate ones at that,
I'm still here, silently hoping
Wishing that I could go back.
But our time there was for the best,
And this has hit me with a hard SMACK!
I love everyone there, and now I have to say
I just want my life back.

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Silly isn't it

It's silly isn't it?
That I could fall for you so easily
And you not give two shits?
You spoke your drunken words
And admitted to always loving me
It was the best thing I had ever heard. 
When we hung out soon after
And I left you with a kiss
I didn't think the feelings mattered.
But as we spent time apart
I realized it wasn't the same
You had won my heart.
I got drunk and spilled my words
And you said you still felt the same
I was happier than a bird.
We made plan after plan
You always fell through
I felt like a speck of sand.
You told me you were trying to get a girl
I smiled and bared the tears
I had hoped to be the girl.
You soon stopped replying
I started to break down
I was almost done trying.
But no not tonight
I got drunk and spilt more words
I hope I did what's right. 
I thought we were the perfect fit
I fell for you so hard
But, that's silly, isn't it?

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Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

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i am just a face on the street 
so invisible so discreet
you pass by me every day 
and i await words you'll never say 
not one single hello is uttered 
yet still i melt like butter 
every tlime i see you 
i think of what i should do 
i should smile, say hello 
but every single time i choke 
my tongue turns into one big knot 
and i cant manage a single thought 
if you could read my mind 
you would laugh at what you'd find
i haven't had a crush in a long while 
yet every time i see your smile 
it takes me back to middle school 
even though i was so cool
i had trouble talking to guys 
so this is no surprise

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

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For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.

©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest

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The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism

Written 09172012

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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...

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Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?

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We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer.  It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13

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When School Is Finally Over

Love will come a calling
As autumn shades are turning
While auburn leaves are falling
The joys of love start burning
As autumn shades are turning
I'll end my college learning
The joys of love start burning
When time stops slowly crawling
I'll end my college learning
While auburn leaves are falling
When time stops slowly crawling
Love will come a calling.

                             Timothy I. Brumley

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These Words To You

A warm tear in my eye
As I just wonder why
Why you had to leave me, fly away far
Now for you, alone, I wish to our star

There's so many love songs
I'll play them all, and think of you
I loved everything you were
Loved everything you do

Rise and shine on another day, with you away
All alone I am now, with nothing much to say
Your face is always in my mind
As I dream of the best I'll ever find

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss

Girls that don't ask for much
Oh how they deserve it all
And as this love was such
She's leading to my fall

Her big beautiful eyes
A bold and loving brown
Still makes my heart fly
But still makes my lips frown

And that dirty golden hair
Always tied neatly back
So smooth and curly and long
Got my heart out of whack

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss

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I will always have faith in you

 Light my world with fantisies
For there shall be a day in a life 
Where the stars smile so bright 
cause I see your smile 
and I know my day will be all right 

cause your right there next to me 
as I go on my first day of school 
it may not be as easy as I thought it would be but 
I know your right there next to me 
And I smile at the thought of you smiling as I sing this song to you
I've always knew just what to do 

Someday I will be a superstar 
I will give us the life we never had
we will be a happy little family
no matter what I do I will always try 
cause I am not giving up on the lady who gave me life 

Cause your right there next to  me 
As  as I go off to high school 
 It may of got a little better since you been away 
I smile at thought of you looking down at me and saying "im proud of you, im proud of who you became, my sweet little angel 
is growing up" 

I am not letting go of what I used to have 
I am just being happier cuz I know its what you would want for me 

So look back at all we have been threw 
Its your time to shine and give that girl what she derves 
I have grown but she is still so young 
I will be there soon enough 
I only got a few years to go 

So while I am away
Make sure her happiness is still with you 
She  will love you forever just like I do
Cause I see your smile a thousand miles away 
I know we will meet again 
So for now I will remember 
that smile on tuesday night 
tucking me in and telling me "goodnight" 

cause your right there next to me 
as I am coming home
I have my own little family now 
We are coming to visit and say hello to you my dear 
I see that smile as I am driving home 
its been a long time since ive seen your beautiful smile

So dont forget that I love you 
I have always been here to help you understand how a kids heart 
can change so fast whens they have been threw a lot 
Someday they will tell you thank you 
I have a learned alot from you 
I dont know what or who I would be 

So I want you to understand that you dont have to be here for me 
I trust in you 
Like you can never see 
I can hear you saying "I love you" 
I have always had faith in you 
I hope you know you will always be in my heart

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Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go 
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning 
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability 
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him  as much as  I did

(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)

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Pole Catching

Sitting there so beautifully-
the one who had stolen my heart from me.
I walked right by to catch his eye,
but caught a pole instead.

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Girl Next Door

Question Have you ever seen a woman you like blush, now that is attractive I never reallie understand woman in till I got out of school It was this one girl that for some reason like natural selection I would just stare at And she would just fall to sleep during class intend of thinking of class I wonder what is she dreaming About I said to myself officially she does not know notice me in the very last day of class and schedule Class she blurt out Louis are coming back and I’m think to myself I’m a senior officially Not but did again she was just a junior how was she to know if she did not ask? All I know I treated the girls I know with respected and gave them candy I do have older sisters you Now and All I know guys hate me and the girls was just mean girls glad school was out Well to my delight and shock and relieve high school being over and life goes on and A few years later I rent an apartment and year or two years later and odds of all odds she move in my Neighborhood and next door (snake eyes) I don’t mean to role play but Think Like A Man If only if it had sequel it was like She was the “Single Mom” and I was “The Momma’s Boy” but to straighten out the facts About a momma’s boy well in my case I know how to Cook, clean, wash, dry, fold and hang clothes all I would need to know is Would you like cream or sugar with your breakfast because I came here sever And yeah I get it and no it is no such thing as a perfect man if it was how would We show growth to age of age of maturity my good mate But to clarify a detouring I could not imagine she was more shy then me First look and words that come to mind is still gorgeous- And one day I was walking back from the mail post and just when she was coming Out I bump into her and ask her how was her day and the impression of words to found Words of her to say was sensation and a vibe when down my spine when she said good and You that’s that’s good real good I’m still question today did she stutter when she said that must been The heat- Then next week her car broke down on her and I said to myself it’s The battery, engine, or the sensor sense it hot outside Then I seen her son couldn’t be no more than the first grade went to the back of the car And try to push the car it was the most hilarious thing I ever seen But it does build character and he does have his basketball I’m sure he will do just fine By the following week she had another car I notice I never seen a father around and I also Notice she work so hard but how would I ever get odds of asking how was your day ever again And I did not want to be one of those guys here now and gone tomorrow I remember when I was her son age that was the last thing I won’t it so I left it alone knowing I would be leaving to finish my degree in a prestigious university (with god blessing) I stay up to break of Dawn With school work and trying being an entrepreneur and looking outside And she would have back light on For whatever reason thinking doesn’t she have to go to work tomorrow But the question I ask in few months if I would have knew the girl next door but I said to myself I only what the best for you and for some reason When I think of woman I think of Lyrics It’s the weekend of the fourth of July and if it has been like any Other year since I started college than the one place I go on Sunday with my Father I’m sure she know where I will be just my way of trying to say hi but this is a New millennium of woman I don’t think the day I bump into her was an innocent and I don’t Think that she kept the back light on for nothing but I bet she know that “love so many people used name in vain for better or worst I still would put you first”, If only if I had knew The Girl Next Door- 7-5-14

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Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.

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I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

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Hello Again

Hello again my impossible girl,
I've been looking for you in this always changing world
and I have you, my impossible girl.
But, is it always what it seems?
Because every now and then I'll think
and every now and then I will dream,
that my impossible girl has found me.
Because even if I have you, will you see me?
I find it harder and harder to concentrate on the future,
when my future doesn't have my impossible girl.
So as every ball of rock and dust enters the earth,
and every birthday candle blown, 
and every night at 11:11, 
I will wish for my impossible girl to finally see me,
her impossible man waiting, 
for his impossible girl.

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Debit My Heart, Credit Accounts Miserable

Every time I see you,
You make my day.

Has anyone ever made you feel that way?

Every time I see you working diligently
I stop and distract you for a while

We practice some small talk,
I try not to smile

I awkwardly then leave,
Grin and wave.
I tell you "Good Luck!", "Goodbye!" and "Behave!"

When you ask me questions,
I ramble on for days
Because I get so nervous 
And only want to stay.

But what I'm really interested in is you.
How you feel and what you're up to

You're the only person in the world
That can make me look forward to accounting
Whenever I walk into class
My heart is pounding.

Just hoping that I can maybe catch your eye

Most of the times I don't 
Because you are glued to your book
But all I'm asking for is a simple look.

Not a wink, a wave, a smile, or a "hello"
Just a little thing to let me know

That perhaps I can make it into your mind.

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We're To Be

I saw what we would look like:
Those two Lilies living lively in close proximity;
So close, in fact, their identical buds stare into
their mere reflections of passionate pastal smiles
and blushing petals like the powdered cheeks of a middle school affectionary -

A glimpse of us displayed
in the large field - two Dandelions
uncommonly rooted within centimeters of each other,
Close-cornered so in that their seeds,
Like an arranged marriage, coupled in the wind's 
breasting breeze -
Yet as sure as death, to be split by unsure currents and rushes
of High and Low pressures.
Known Pressures;

I thought I caught a glance
Of what possibly could've been there-
growing azaleas
masked by a single magnolia:
self-infatuated, blinded by selfish desire (or wishful thinking)-
an image of what
we were to be.

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Brother and Sister

Susan sits by an open window
Remembering her brother
It was during the sixties when it happened
The exact date was May 8, 1966
They called the Sixties liberating
A time when America accepted change
But it wasn’t like that for everyone
Her brother Stevie
Was two years younger than she was
The guys in school used to call him names
Like sissy boy and queer
Saying if he got into trouble his sister would have to stick up for him.

But Stevie was better
Way better than the bullies at school.

At home Susan and her brother 
Would move the living room coffee table 
Push the old couch back 
And then sing the old favorites 
In close harmony
Songs about teenage love
Like the sad love ballads by the Everly Brothers
Or the Righteous Brothers
The sadder the love song
The more they liked it
They would stand together
Moving ever so slowly
And sing those songs so loud 
And so close 
To each other’s face 
Over and over 
And then Stevie would whistle the ending
While their parents 
Clapped and clapped
And clapped. 

Then one late afternoon
When Stevie didn’t come home from school
The phone rang and rang
With a strange incessant kind of ringing
That jarred their mother  
It was someone from the school saying 
That horseplay got out of hand
Then the police came 
A man in a suit spoke to father in the kitchen
Whispering over the clouds of cigarette smoke 
Susan could barely hear his hoarse whisper 
Only things like “We‘re going to investigate this”
And  “I promise I’ll do what I can”
Her family never did find out what happened to the investigation.

Along the way
Away from home
Something peculiar happened to Susan 
She lost something of herself
And would sit   
Staring out of the window 
Not seeing anything
Just thinking of her brother.

She still does it today
Just staring
Out to nowhere
Every time she hears one of those old songs
She feels that Stevie is still with her.

Forgiveness is a long word
For what happened a long time ago
All Susan has are memories
If she could just absorb them  
And put them in a little bottle 
And carry them around
So whenever she started feeling down
She’d open the bottle 
And all those good memories 
Would remind her just how special life is 
 And Stevie would still be there
Their bodies entwined
Singing harmony
She holding the last note
He snapping his fingers
Whistling the last sad tune.


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"Listing Hard Knock Blessings"

(Internal Rhyme)

Dreary was upon the time, as wearily I lived from my mind,

Sad when I was a lad, was mad contrary to current fad!

These are reflections of no relief, as all rejections kick at teeth,

Lad became a teenager, sad though taking many wrong wagers.

Blessings seemed to be curses, distressing with no bible verses,

Lacking tenderness nursing, whacking naught of love’s conversing.

Stealing  all of that the hand laid on, sealing a fate from God’s great throne,

As I was alive I did learn, deprived of love… it I spurned.

Despised first half of my life, I was disguised chaffer in strife,

In this school of very hard knocks,  this ghoul brushed many chips off blocks.

This my school of mind intentions, makes ghouls of mind inventions,

My school confessing hard knocks, confirms fool’s blessings of past clocks.

My school of this blessed account, I pool fully an assessed amount,

The worth of which I confess, a rebirth of which I have love's rest, 

Being turned of Christ this precious fool, turned from spurned bodacious drool.

These blessings I do not discount, the assessing of it’s amount,

Hard knocks are my blessings, every confessing as my love docks.

Concepts embody many a fool, as precept emerges from drools,

Learning to be wise as serpent, churning of love upon advent,

Having learned the art of love, craving to learn all the above,

By school of these very hard knocks, this fool by love safely docks!

Finished precept advice I give, as replenished  of love I live,

Mothers that nurse precious babe, covers with love bodacious Gabe,

Tender and loving nursing, render blessings and not cursing.

From a babe laid in the shade, an honest Abe seldom is made,

Though I seek not any glory, as I peak within life's story,

Tough wisdom as been mother, precept’s buff of love like no other,

I could never hard knock mother, nor would I change her for another!

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The toy collector

Toy collector:

He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile.

There stitched in black thread he can hear the sound of a child laughter, happiness, and growth reviving his memory of youth, like a jolt of life to an empty vein.

The years have passed freely, almost fleeting by. He had no more time to play in grassy school yards or hide from girls wearing satin dress, he had to grow up. The boy eventually turned into a man and was forced to pack away his toys regrettably into a wooden box.

There they sat in the attic awaiting the return of their beloved friend while he aged slowly into an adult.

High school came and went, college, even marriage but unfortunately he was never blessed with his own child. No one to share in the lined pleats of his own childhood. All of this he now recognizes in the bears sandy eyes.

The toy collector hands his most prized procession to his wife, a dazed look covering his forlorn face. 

She takes his withered hand and speaks gently in his ear.
“All the memories in the world could never replace the love between a man and his bear.”

“Yes, but even the toy collector eventually grows to old and must let go.”
He replies in woe.

His thin lips force a smile as he repacks the boxes that escaped him long ago and in the early morn of the next day he patently sits alone outside for a bus to come.

The driver honks her horn and greats him with a warming smile.
“Are all of these toys for our orphanage?”

The toy collector regrettably nods.
“Things have been pretty rough but this will surly lift there sprits up.”
She confesses as she gently grabs a random box.

As she stacks them one by on into the now cluttered van his bear falls onto the pavement below.

Unable to pick it up he wrinkles his brow with great sadness.
Suddenly the passenger door opens revealing the face of a young girl and as she draws near she extends her hand and clutches the bear.

“Did you find a friend little Lou?”

His heart melts as she kisses the teddy gently then smiles.
“thank you.”
The child coos softly.

The toy collector lives in the toys he collects, but the man lives forever in the bear the child now possesses.

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Shortest Love Story

Our elbows collided, 
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty, 
When I write
with my right.

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Relation Between Teacher And Students

Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….

Relation Between Teacher And Student Is Like, 
The Relation Between Potter And His Pot, 
Like Them Teachers Also, 
To Their Student, Loves A Lot.

Potter Jump On The Clay For Benefit 
Of It, 
Teachers Also Beat Their Student, 
For Their Creativity To Lit.

Then Potter, To Clay, Give A Shape, 
Teachers Also Give Their Students
Life Shape But It Required, 
Good Co-Ordination Between Them Not The Measuring Tape.

Then The Pots And Students, 
Are Ready To Go In Market For Sale, 
But If They Forget Their Teachers, 
By Me, In Their Life, They Fail……….

Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
Because no stress was in our 
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
But misunderstanding broke us 
Anna and I still smiled and 
And joked about our bouncy 
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
And school started pulling us 
Anna and I still laughed and 
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me

Details | Rhyme | |

This is Me

A little bit of me
Goes a long way
Lucky you get to see today
How this came to be

I grew up sheltered and shy
I don’t know why
I was always quick to cry
Quiet and self-conscious, oh my

Then came along my high school years
I finally broke out of my shell
It was only a matter of time that would tell
How far I put away my old fears

I’m a married mother of two
Who always has something to do
Yet I always make time for you
Forever open to trying things new

Practical jokes and a funny line
My goal to make others happy and smile
Keeping my friends and family on their toes is my style
Occasionally spirited by a glass of wine

My caring and sensitivity side shows
As my open mind and heart always grows
To come to me for anything, everyone knows
Or just to read my words where compassion flows

Best of all is to myself I am true
Learning from the past and things I once knew
Living my life for me in all that I do
So I may love myself and love you too

Details | Free verse | |

This Feeling

Can you tell when I talk to you
All the secrets I've kept
Can you tell when I talk to you
I'm so under your spell, I've wept
When we talk for hours on end
Do you have any idea what goes through my mind?
Typing and talking
I lose track of time
Sitting in class my minds always on you
Drifting away from reality
and making simulations of what to do
This image in my head won't let me rest
It's been buzzing around since we first met
Spreading throughout my body and infecting my chest
It's warming, it's calming, it's soothing all at once
It's taking my breath away and shutting my mind down
Letting me enjoy a taste of happiness
A taste of happiness is what I've wanted
for years, months and days
Just a simple sip from the cup of that feeling
Having someone to talk to
To express my mind to
Gives me hope
It gives me life
It gives me the feeling I'm not dying inside.
I feel saved.
I feel safe.
I feel you.

Details | Free verse | |

A Rose With A Thorn

Billy Bob had fallen in love

Consuming his entirety

Awakening his heart ached

Asleep his love passed him by

Though yearning he did not reveal

Valentine's Day loomed so near

Dare he reveal his true feelings

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Was his one recurring mantra

He bought a card and wrote a name

'Stephan I love you, please be mine'

He inserted a deep red rose

inside the card and posted it

He waited on Valentine's Day

His quaking spirits were soaring

He received a card from Stephan

Revealing feelings were mutual

They arranged to meet after school

to Billy Bob's distress and grief

Heard that his love had that day died

from septicaemia  due to

pricking his finger recently

from the thorn of a deep red rose.

Details | Epic | |

I Wish I Was Never Single

I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a soul mate. I don't want to be single
for the rest of my so-called "miserable life." There's no way that this special someone
could've been taken away by one of the random guys. When I look at every couple I see, it
makes me wish that I had a real girlfriend and a brand new social status. Being single is
like being held back a year in middle school or worse. Being single also stinks. Is there
something I should do to not just end my single life, but ease my pain, as well? I can't
stand being lonely, I can't stand being a dateless loser, and I can't bear to watch these
couples rubbing their love right in my face. It makes me sad and sick just to see it. so
if I don't save myself from a lot of misery and end my life as a single human being, I'm
going to lose it. I love my life, but my loneliness and my pain have got to stop.

Details | Footle | |

First Love,Free Of

*I've read so many amazing poems since my return to Poetry Soup. I've been inspired to try more structured poetry, and explore different types. Here's my first try at a footle.*

Need more

--Part not
--Heart caught

Time spent
Love lent

--Touch soul
--Feel whole

Wonder lust
No trust.

--Don't go
--Tears flow

You leave
I plead.

--Love lost
--The cost

Heart Broke

--I Cry

First love
Free of.

Details | Free verse | |


I lost all the color in my face
My throat is closing up
My brain is frozen
My hands are shaking
I'm naseous again
I didn't mean for it to happen
Why in the world did I ever hit send?
Waiting here like a fish on a hook
Reeled close and closer struggling to drift away
The hook is caught on my lip
I can't escape this
I can't breathe
The weight of this is crushing me
It's like carrying the world and the planets on top
Patrick, the name of a saint
Michael the name of an arch angel
Why did you leave me hanging?
Hands are shaking
Mind is frozen
Soul is burning
Mouth is dry
Losing color slowly
Fading away
Preparing for the big bang.

Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside

Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 18: Young Love Around The World

Young love has revolutionized the entire centry. It's not justr affecting all teen couples in the 
U.S. of A., it's affecting the lives of all teen lovebirds from around the world, including Canada 
and France. It seems that both teen lovers (a teen boy and a teen girl) are never going to stop 
loving each other, even if they're from different countries. When everyone is looking at both 
underage lovebirds holding hands and whatnot, it's like a virtual U.N. of young couples. And 
even when they're in either middle school or high school, their love for each other is as the 
same as the one in America, which is called "The Land of Opportunity." Sometimes most 
relationships among teenagers don't last long, but at least 24 hours, but some of them do last 
longer than ever. Or so everyone thinks. Both teen lovebirds are lucky to have each other on 
each other's side because without him/her, he/she is nothing. It looks like young love is 
growing nationally and globally, even in Africa. Also, these people can either see other in 
person, talk on the phone on a Saturday night (which is on the other side of Earth), or whater. 
But either way, young love is still young love. And if their parents hadn't met and their children 
hadn't met each other from day one, then they never would've fallen in love with each other. 
Young love will always live.

Details | Lyric | |

Tenderheart Bear

His teacher gave an assignment
On his first day of school,
She told the kids to write a book
On things they thought were cool.
She said they could draw pictures
Like in all the books they read,
But she said to be creative
And this is what his said:

"My baby rabbit is one thing that I love,
and my house, that I drew this picture of.
I love my family and a sunny summer day
and red would be the only color if I had my way."
 "I love my teacher, she said I could go far
and I like Skeletor and my cool racecar,
but my best things, just in case you care,
are great big shiny red balloons and Tenderheart Bear."

Fifteen years down the road, 
When he was all grown up
I was cleaning out my closet
And putting things in the truck
I came across a cardboard box 
I opened it to take a look
And there it was with my letters and cards... 
Joeys book.

Carefully I opened it 
And began to take a look
At all the things he'd wrote 
And colored in his special book.
Though he'd been only five years old 
He'd had the sense to know
I'd need something to take me back 
To those precious years with my Joe.

Now my Joey's grown and gone 
With his own family.
He's stationed in the Army 
Far across the sea.
I wish for him all happiness 
And love because it's rare,
But I'll always keep for him 
His book and Tenderheart Bear.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Seatmate

My heart beats my mind is a mess
Can't focus on what the teacher says
Because of a guy few inches from me
During our class In Biology.

Lessons, problems that I can't understand
Makes it easier for me because of his helping hand
I wonder if he knows it brings shiver down my spine
Every time his skin touches mine.

Why do I feel this though I know it's wrong
Because every book will say we don't belong
He is positive and I'm positive too
We can't attract and it hurts me true.

Oh Gabriel why is this so hard?
Why is it that you're the one chosen by my heart?
Is this true? Is this real or fake?
That I have fallen in love with my seatmate.

A poem I made 3
years ago... :D

Please feel free to
 God Bless!!!

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Shadows, Reflections, and Memories

In the womb 
A baby grows 
Listening to her mother’s voice 
Soothing her 
She smiles and moves 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
The day arrives 
She is born 
Wrapped tight and cradled by her mother 
Looking up at her mother 
Who wears an exhausted smile 
The baby is comforted 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
As she grows 
Her mother tends to her 
Feeding, changing, rocking, singing 
All out of love for her little girl 
The baby coos and cries 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
Some years pass 
The daughter falls and skins a knee 
The mother is there 
With a kiss and band-aid 
And all is okay 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
Soon its time for school 
The daughter cries 
Not wanting her mother to leave 
Finger-paints, songs, the alphabet, counting 
Her mother hangs all on the fridge, proud 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
Before long she is a teenager 
Her life epically changing 
High school drama, boys, grades, clubs 
Barely does she see her mother 
Who raised and loved her so 
Little does she know 
What her future holds 
The day comes to kiss good-bye 
Tears streaking mother and daughter faces 
An adult now the daughter struggles 
Missing her mother, wishing she were there 
Calling everyday and regretting earlier years 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
Little does she know, 
That as she grew, 
She grew apart from her mother, 
Little does she know, 
That still and no matter what 
Her mother will always love her 
Little does she know, 
That as she ages 
She will always need her mother 
Little does she know, 
How much her mother truly did 
How much her mother truly loves her 
Little does she know, 
She will one day wish 
She were exactly like her mother 
Strong, loving, guiding 
Little does she know, 
What her future holds 
What her purpose in life is 
But as long as she can be like her mother 
She knows life will okay 
That she will succeed.

Details | Rhyme | |

Not Sofa King Cool

College Dorm sleeps
Four per room
Keg party 
Too much Boom

Drunk freshman sleeps
Where he falls
Coeds toss him on 
The sofa 
Instead of snooze in
the halls

Sorority girl 
Named him  
“Sofa King Tool”
Now he feels like a Fool
Not Sofa King Cool

Details | Free verse | |

A poet after my own heart

Words formed into such beauty
Can so easily take my breath away
Can so easily sweep me off my feet
Can take this heart, break or make it, and bewitch this mind
I'm falling apart to synthetic verse across a digital screen
A poet after my own heart
What I search, what I crave, what I may have found
Knees buckling, teeth chattering
Heart melting like a waxed candel
So easily swept away with the tide of rythmic word
I pour my heart out
To this poet after my own heart
Hiding my real self from everyone else
Decrypting my form for no one else
For this poet after my own heart to understand- maybe see
Decrypting him I find myself reflected in him.
Leaving myself out in the open
For him to take or leave
Still showing this heart in my wrist to no one, only informing the poet of it
Amazed, and lulled to serenity by this poet
I'm quite infactuated and he does not even know it
I'm a simple stalker with her eye on a target
Aiming to hit, shooting to miss
Bone crushing lust for a poet after my own heart
Lust, love
Love, lust
What's the difference at this age?
Dependant on the poet, quiet around him
Lulled into silence by his presceence, put to shyness
Fighting down rolling waves of insecurity in the ocean of my gut
Watching him, stalking him playfully
Gives me the zest
Hiding and trying to avoid from being seen- to avoid his dissapointment
At such a homley form- nothing special, nothing beautiful, nothing divine
Just simply sam, standing before him, before you
Simpley Sam, the simple stalker
I've found you, you've seen me.
Which direction now?
I would sew my lips shut before I ever uttered a word
Of this poem, of my heart, of my feelings
Because I simply cannot take one more let down

Details | Monoku | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Broken Monku }

<                 seventh grade third hour spelling teacher

                                    heartbeat is just a silly love beat

Tribute To
Teenage Crushes
On Teacher's LOL

Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

Details | Monorhyme | |

Wish I were a boy

When I would walk down a street,
and with head high, love being a deadbeat.
when I would look at a sensible chick,
and then moments of her with me would flick.
I would just make my way to her;
and lead her to my drive like her personal chauffeur.

When the boys would try to mess with me,
and to what I do or believe they disagree.
I would not hesitate to pass my strong fist,
And let them know that another bully cannot co-exist.

When I would feel low and while all alone,
And deep in my tiny heart I would feel thrown.
I would just go to the nearby store,
Buy me some cigarettes or walk to a h're.

When my girlfriend says, "I cant continue with you";
fearlessly claim that the love was just hitherto.
I would not hesitate to turn my back to her
And diminish the pain in my heart, just like a blur.

I would walk again, as easy as a toy...
And start with the next, thats the advantage of being a boy...

Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 3

Day in and day out, all teenagers are dedicating their love and lives for each other. This
kind of young love have been with all of the young couples since day one. It seems that
these two people have real feelings for each other. No matter what these teen couples are
going through (good or bad), their love for each other will never be destroyed or worse.
Sometimes most relationships in middle school and high school may last within 24 hours,
but some of them will have lasted more than one day. It also seems to everybody that their
first chance of love really won't be the last, especially when their parents (the moms and
the dads) are happy for their teenage offspring. As a matter fact, the parents will have
known what their lives were like when they were teenagers and they had experienced their
first loving relationships with the others. How romantic and lovely were they? And without
love and if there's no trust and honesty among all teenage lovebirds, how are they going
to have real relationships?

Details | Romanticism | |


Each day he sees Ava
He loves her more and more
All he wants is to have her
Kiss Ava, right outside her door

But see it's hard for him to act
He's not sure what to say
All he wants is for Ava to know
He'd love her every day

I only see you a short while 
And I try to fake a smile
But here, there's really for me no chances
I'm a victim of the Circumstances

Yesterday his world fell apart 
When someone claimed Ava as their own
How he'd love to go back to the start
And to Ava his love he'd loan

His heart felt so broken 
Because few words were spoken
He was going to ask Ava to dance
He's a victim of the Circumstances

Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.

Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 11: Teenage Lovebirds From the 16th Century to the 1930s

The origins of young love is going way back to the early 16th century and it'll stop at
the 1930s, even the Great Depression. This type of young love had been around since the
16th century in England and after the first radio was invented. It seems that when two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman) met
while they were in middle school and/or high school, it was love at first sight. And when
two people met before, during, and after the 1700s until the 1930s, it was a life-changing
moment for the then teen lovebirds. All young relationships were way before these people
were born, even me. Everybody knows what their lives were like when they were teenagers
and before they had passed on. Not only is young love an amazing thing, but what all of us
will have learned about serious relationships among all of the then-teenagers back in the
1700s, the 1800, the 1900s, and the 1930s is that they didn't take each other for granted
and stuff. But back in the day, when these people were teenagers, there were no movie
theaters, no malls, or any of that stuff. It looks like that even if they had gone to see
the full moon at night or a functioning or whatever, at least they had a great time. But
now that they're not teenagers anymore, then they'll have to tell their grandchildren,
their great-grandchildren, and their great-great-grandchildren about the day they met and
fell in love. And with that being said, young love is about to bring all would-be couples
together in the future.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Protecting Mama

Mama please comfort me I'm your little child.
Please protect me from the dreams I have that are so wild.
Mama thanks for being there when I started first grade.
You were my comfort and stay and came to my aid.
Then there was middle school
You were always there, thanks for being so cool.
Jr. high came and went
without very much of a vent.
Then there was high school and college.
The period when I had ALL the knowledge.
A college grad. you were so proud.
I always could hear you bragging so loud.
Life has a way of passing by
And now mama you are the apple of my eye.
Although ageing you are beautiful still.
And day by day I know you are very real.
You need to spend more time with your little child.
And protect him from the dreams that are so real and wild.
And when you need me oh mama dear,
Know that your child will always be near.

Details | Rhyme | |

Embers of Time

They sat beside each other
In a classroom long ago;
He says he had a crush on her,
She says she did not know.
Now their footsteps softly echo
In the hallways where they walked;
School house walls, were they not silent,
Would divulge the words they talked.

Old bully Time, pushing , shoving,
Maneuvering our lives along;
Once looking back, we wonder...
Was this the right choice or the wrong?
Yesterday he did not speak a word,
Silence-- struck dumb by boyish fears;
He went his way, she went her own-
Counting twinned  rosaries of tears.

Details | Sonnet | |

Reflections at 47

I never saw myself as an old man
Never thought two-thousand would come either
I lived my life not on any one plan
Sweated through high school without a breather

I haven’t the mobility to run
though at times I can walk pretty darn fast
and I am always out getting some sun
I’m glad those days not walking didn’t last

Love I have had a few when does it end
The realities are never the same
So I am marrying my one best friend
I promise you for me this no game

One thing for sure this one is truly real
Her meals more tasty than a Happy Meal

Details | Prose | |

Here Lies the Problem

Here Lies the Problem I can’t believe it! I did it again! Once more I told the truth! Each and every time I desire to disguise Something that should not be told, I end up in a deep dark hole. This is not a place I wanted to be right now. My vision is restricted to only a frown. From here on out, I swear I’ll be a devout disciple of the deceiving arts. She was my girlfriend, Up until just now. We just broke up. Two years gone down the drain. All because of a stupid claim That turned out to be true. She asked me if I had any clue, Whether or not her dress looked good. My response to her was complete truth, The dress was too long, She was bound to trip, and any guys looking at her would dip their heads to look between her armpits. After that comment, she waved it aside. She decided that it was the best that she could possess. (Though in her defense, she was hard-pressed to find a small enough dress) And who would have guessed, that all the other girls were dressed in their absolute best Form-fitting gowns and floral crowns. She cried aloud in distress and bowed her head to look at her dress. She then turned around and tripped into my arms. In the process, she set off the fire alarm. Mayhem followed shortly after. It turned out to be an utter disaster. Now it is one day that has passed, And she just told me our relation is in the past. I can’t believe that I told her the truth and left. I Didn’t Lie Because it Would Have Hurt More...

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises

Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 5: College Sweethearts

Once again, love has conquered the lives of all former high school lovebirds. It looks
like that day in and day out, week after week, even in college, both lovers (a young man
and a young woman) still have feelings for each other.  All relationships have now
escalated from high school all the way to college/the university. It seems to everybody
that when one college student falls in love with another college student, it's like love
at first sight for them. And when it comes to serious relationships among young men and
women in college, they must take those types of relationships very seriously, which means
they best not cheat on each other with other people, even if they're as attractive as the
others. For all college sweethearts, there's a lot of things  they can do if they're not
studying for big time exams: there's the movies they can go to, two people can go to the
mall, going out to eat, and stuff. Sometimes most relationships don't last longer, even in
college, but some of them do, eve after college graduation. How amazing is that? and to
make things very interesting, everybody thinks that these two young lovebirds (a man and a
woman) can make it all the way to the altar, especially when their parents think and know
that their offspring will spend the rest of their happy lives with each other. and if
there's going to be another generation of young lovebirds that are in college and all
loving relationships continue to increase, even before the year 2025, then it'll be all
thanks to fate and to God.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 3

                     There were seven Indian Government schools.  All built alike.  The 
one I'm writing about is Spring Creek.  He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, 
Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools.  The 
Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. 
	On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into 
hiking to the lookout tower.  We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the 
cliff north of the school.,  A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the 
bluff.  I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and 
sinister.  The footing was better once we reached the summit.  The closer we got 
to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was 
easier than getting to the top and looking down.  My mother didn't usually make it 
to the top because she didn't like heights.  But she didn't mind being left behind 
this time.  We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, 
but we could climb the steps to the very last one.  Even my little sister managed 
to elude mom and followed us to the top. 
	From the bluff we could look down on the garden.  My aunt grew a 
huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school 
children.  We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow 
heads and fossils.  Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best 
place for us.
	At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease.  I have a 
vague recollection of seeing her.  Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can 
	In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas.
	It's Christmas now.  Cold and usually snowy.  We were in a winter 
wonder land.
	I'm standing at the fire escape window.  The ghostly pale full moon is 
illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to 
and fro as if dancers in a ballet.  I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air 
enhances their sharpness.  The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the 
Indians across the river chops another supply of wood.  One of his peers beats 
on the drum.  It is one-thirty a. m.  but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the 
cold out.  Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.

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Teenage Love 4: High School Sweethearts

Love is in the air for both high school sweethearts (the boyfriends and the girlfriends).
All young relationships have escalated from middle school all the way to high school,
which is called "the final frontier." It seems to everyone that day in and day out after
school is out for the day, these two people still have love for each other. It looks like
that this type of a real relationship will last for a long time, especially when they're
planning on getting married in the near future.  Everybody knows that all teen boys and
teen girls are not to go out on dates until the age of sixteen (16), but when it comes to
both teenagers falling in love with each other, they must take their loving relationships
very seriously, that includes not cheating on each other with the other individuals. It
also seems to all of the young lovebirds in high school that day in and day out, week
after week, these words, "I love you," seem to have a lot of affect on all of those
star-crossed lovers in America and around the world. And when it comes to relationships
among teenagers and a lot of dating on Friday nights and Saturday nights, as well, there's
something for all teen couples to do: going out to eat, going to the movies, going to
school dances (including prom), and that kinda stuff. Their parents are still accepting
the fact that their teen sons and teen daughters, who are about to graduate from high
school soon, are in love with each other, and the moms and the dads should know what their
lives were like when they were in high school and had gone out on their first dates. I
find all real relationships very, very interesting. And if all loving relationships
continue to grow and grow before the year 2017, there's no telling what beautiful thing
might happen for all teen lovebirds next. Let's hope their hearts don't get broken.

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My Haunting Mother

“Don’t touch me.” Mother whispers in my ear.
“Be quiet! Hush!  She adds.
“You have performed irresponsibly again.”
“You are grounded until your high school commencement.”
 Mothers’ words sting my heart.
Her presence surrounds me.
Her chilly breath has never been warm.
 Her eyes stab my cheeks.
Where are soft kisses?
She squeezes and drains every once of blood from me.
She haunts me with cold cynical memories.
My mother, still so miserable.
Even in death her misery lives within me.
Please, let go mother.
 Love me.
Wait for me.
I promise, I will love you back.

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Teenage Love 16: Teen Couples of the 1990s

Young love has revolutionized the 1990s and had brought all of the then-teen boys and the
then-teen girls together. This type of love has been around since the day these two
lovebirds met in middle school or high school, especially when he and she were in the 8th
grade. Young love was so amazing back in the 1990s, including the year 1990, it's like
both young lovers were living in a fairy tale world. It was the time for all of the
then-teen lovebirds to have expressed their real feelings for each other and stuff. Even
when their parents found out that their then-teen sons and their then-teen daughters were
dating, they were either happy about it or not pleased. There were lot of things all of
the then-teen couples have done in reference to dating: they've gone out to eat, they've
gone to the movies, to school dances (including prom), and that's it. What's so great
about young love is when two people are enjoying each other, especially when they're
walking in the park or whatever these two then-teen lovers were doing back in the 90s.
This is starting to look like episodes of "My So-Called Life" and "Degrassi High" and the
1995 film, "Clueless," starring Alicia Silverstone and Donald Faison. What a decade these
tow young lovebirds had. And if true love and young love continue to have plenty of affect
on all of the young lovebirds just like they did with the teen couples back in the 90s,
who knows what great thing might happen?

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' Geometry To Me ... '

You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves

You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math

You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus

You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added

You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity

You Are Geometry To Me:

You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet

You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave

You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World

You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …

And You Are Geometry To  Me …

Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, 
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...

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Black Leather Pouch

I stood before the mirror
in my violet cotton shirt
and jeans from the Gap,
with combed brown hair 
falling just below my shoulders,
my backpack in tow.
Small but mighty,
there I was,
ready to be one of 
the big kids now.

I held on tightly to my mom's hand
on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf,
anxiously awaiting the arrival 
of the yellow school bus
to take me off to my first day
as a 1st grader. 

She sensed my nerves
and knelt down beside me,
placing a small black leather pouch necklace
in my hand.
"Put this around your neck
and whenever you start to feel
scared or lonely at school,
just rub the pouch and I'll be there,"
she said with a smile.

I clutched the pouch 
in my hand as the school bus
pulled up to the corner
and opened its doors. 
Charlie the bus driver
welcomed kids with a warm smile,
but I didn't want to let go of mom's hand.
With the pouch in my right hand,
and her hand in my left,
everything was right.
But as the last of the other kids
boarded the bus,
I knew it was time to let go
of mom's hand.

I waved one more time from the bus
as I sat down on the sticky brown
school bus seats.
I looked out the window
trying to hold onto my mom
with my eyes until
I couldn't see her anymore.

I felt the tears begin to well,
and my lower lip trembled,
the only thing I wanted 
was to be back with my mom.
I took the pouch out of my hand,
and slipped it over my head
onto my neck.
Closing my eyes
I rubbed the pouch,
and just like she said,
she was there with me
holding my hand.

Years later 
on a humid day in late September
I stood in front of the mirror
in my apartment,
wearing a yellow tank top 
and a loose brown skirt,
my short hair pulled back
in a ponytail.
As the time came for me to leave,
all I wanted to do was cry.
I wish mom was here to hold my hand,
I thought, looking down at my
empty hands.
I grabbed my bag from my chair,
and a worn black leather pouch
fell from the chair onto the carpet.
I stared at it for just a moment,
and then picked it up and tied it tightly 
to the strap on my bag.
As I walked into the room
for my first day as a big girl
in the real world.
I realized I was rubbing the pouch
with the fingers on my right hand,
just as I did on the first day of 
the 1st grade.

I knew she was there with me
holding my hand through my struggles,
just like she promised me years earlier
while waiting for the bus
on the corner of Hazel and Greenleaf.

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High School Days

We are not perfect by no means at all,
some are too skinny, some are too tall,
I  was always the tallest in my class,
until High school, then I found my match.
5' 7'' kinda tall for a girl,
then I decided, I wanted to twirl,
The football players always kidded with me,
but I knew they were flirting, they really liked me.
My hair was long, and blonde as can be,
they told me not past the shoulders, little Crissy.
I had to pile it up, but it never stayed,
stringy haired twirler, out on the stage.
Now , I think back to those football games,
remembering those memories, of my High School

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Sacrament of Baptism

The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”

The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family

Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism

Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit

Those who die for faith
 All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize

With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven

Written 09172012

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Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...

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Too Good for Me

She and I went to high school together
We had over four classes together
She was my lab partner and study buddy
She wore sneakers and had golden blond hair

She was so sweet and kindhearted
And she always wore a smile on her face
I immediately fell for her
I wanted to ask her out 

May be to a movie or to go get a cheeseburger
But she was with a guy every time I tried
Plus there was just something about her
That I could not put my finger on

I mean she had it all:
Beauty, intelligence, class,
And she had a great sense of humor
I asked God to make her mine

Every night before I went to sleep
But looking back on her
I realize what it was about her that I could never realize
She was and probably is still too good for me

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Oh what he'd give 
To be together with Lauren 
To wake up beside her 
Each and every morning

She's a beautiful girl
In every single way
He wonders if they'll ever be one
If he'll see her every day

He thinks about Lauren all through the night
Her face in his mind, burning so bright
There she is again, strolling right through his dreams
Today's the day he'll tell her, or so it seems

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to him
That just by seeing her
She sets his heart free...

But I love Lauren too
And my heart feels broken
My eyes, for her, are pouring
Thanks to many words unspoken

Because you see, I am pretty shy
Get nervous when she's around
Only when Lauren kindly greets me
Do I ever make a sound

Yet Lauren has changed me
In love, she made me believe
Her words have saved me
They've brought me to me knees

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to me
That just by seeing her
She sets my heart free...

Her heart is so open
And her eyes are so full of life
Oh how we love Lauren so
She'd make a beautiful wife

And oh how we'd love to hold Lauren's hand
And kiss her pretty face
We'd fight to be her man
To caress her in a sweet embrace

If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to us
That just by seeing her
She sets our hearts free...

Well Lauren's at home now, her love on the shelf
Keeping busy, all by herself
Doing the things that she does
Unaware of the power,
The power of her love

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Teenage Love 6: The Engagement and The Marriage

Both of the young lovebirds who have been dating since middle school and high school will
have finally made it to the altar, and after a long-term engagement. Both lovebirds are
very excited about getting married. First, these two former teenage lovebirds will have
gotten engaged after a guy, who used to be a teen boy asked a woman, who was a teen girl,
to have married him. And before these two make it to the alter, then both young lovebirds
will have to make it throughout the engagement without ever cheating on each other and
stuff. It seems that a young man and a young woman have dreamed that they'd make it to the
wedding of their awesome dreams, which is now called, "the final frontier;" a famous quote
from "Star Trek." It also seems that once these two lovebirds have tied the knot after
saying the words, "I do," there's no turning back. There's also no way out of the
marriage, unless it ends in a divorce. This fairy tale story now has a happy romantic
ending for this loving couple who met in elementary school, middle school, and/or high
school, and pretty soon, there's going to be a happy ending for all would-be young
lovebirds, too. Everybody's talking about getting married since the day they started going
to school, especially what their dream weddings will have looked like. I find this type of
love very interesting. On top of that and as for this loving married couple who were once
teenagers when they fell in love with each other, they're going to tell each other three
words: "I love you." It also looks like that day in and day out, week after week, and
every day for the rest of their lives, they're going to stand by each other until the day
they pass on. It's just like the saying goes, "love conquers all," which means that all
marital relationships will never be broken. And if this type of love keeps growing and
growing and this ends up in marriage in the near future, these two love birds (a man and a
woman), their friends, and their family members will be ready for it. they'll all be ready
for the future of all lovebirds.

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Ghosts of South Dakota part 1

   	The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled to the south of the school about a quarter 
mile and wended it's way east departing to the northeast.  Though I never saw it 
in my day I imagine this was once a flood plain.  Yes, at one time this could 
easily have been the scene of flash floods.  The waters tumbling and sloshing 
their way across this insignificant piece of ground in a hurry to reach the exit.  
Time had slowed the waters and erosion had taken it's tole, leaving the west and 
south in twenty to thirty foot sharp sandy cliffs.  The ground sloped to the east 
leaving a two foot drop off.  A sandy graded road approached the large heavy duty 
bridge, crossed and continued on as a trail road.
	It's summer and the Little White River gently rolls from bend to bend.  
We are running back and forth across the bridge stopping now and then to lean 
over the rail and watch the Indian children splashing in the only deep spot.  It was 
first comers got the choice spot.  Big deal! Chest deep to a ten year old.
           We run off the bridge south.  The graded road crosses a big culvert 
allowing a small spring access to the river where it fans out at the point of entry.  
We run through the crystal liquid turning it into chocolate and leaving dents in the 
once smooth sand.  This is a child's paradise.  Sand so pure, soft and powdery 
warmed by the sun.  The deeper we dig the cooler the sand becomes as it is 
joined by the moisture below.
	Our mothers put limits on our water sports.  First: we had to wait an 
hour after the meal to get in the water.  Second: polio was a concern in our day 
and we didn't get to play as often as we thought we should.  Third: we were not 
allowed to swim unless our mothers were with us.  With the gardening, house 
keeping and canning, we were lucky if we got to swim two or three times a week.  
I guess that is why we spent most of our time on horseback.
	On the ridge north of the school stood a lookout tower.  In the long 
evenings we would be found always outside, either sitting on the steps, running 
up and down the fire escapes or in the front yard.  This was the only real green 
grass in the area.  It was fenced to keep cattle or horses from trampling it into the 
mirrored image of its surroundings.  This enclosure measured fifty by a hundred 
feet and was kept watered.  A large tree provided the only shade

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Sixteen - A time where innocence shouldn't exist 
Parties, dancing, drinks and drama 
Devil horns and feathered wings 
Sleepless nights, Lazy afternoons 
School activities 
Greasy caf lunches 
Learning how to grow up 
without changing for anyone but yourself 

Sixteen - A canvas of neon colours 
Birthday Parties and Campfires 
Favourite Songs and the brilliance of Vampires 
Waking up to a brand new day 
Taking in the beauty of the little things 
Crying so hard you think you could drown 

Sixteen - A year of firsts 
The first time you locked onto his sweet brown eyes 
The first time your heart beat so fast it hurt 
Your first Valentine 
The first time you told somebody you loved them 
The first time you felt your heart break 
The first moment you realize you'd die for someone 

Sixteen - A time for mistakes 
You finally let yourself believe he was all you ever needed 
The people you can't trust 
Not following your heart 
Losing your best friend 
and so much more.. 

Sixteen - A year to admit who you are 
Learning that family is more than the people you are related to 
Laughing too loud at 4 a.m 
Home made t-shirts 
Drinking games late at night 

Sixteen - The last time you feel prepared 
Wasting days wishing everything could change 
Seeing yourself in the mirror and not knowing who was looking back 
Choosing courses 
and Final Exams 

Sixteen - Welcome to all your new beginnings 
The 3 girls that never let your happiness escape you 
Forgetting the boys that have forgotten you 
Finally talking to that special someone 
Weekend Girls nights 
Summer Parties 
Hook-ups and heartaches 
Teacher Crushes 
Saturday morning head rushes 
Hockey boys 
Dancing & singing without a care in the world 

Sixteen - A year to look back on 
Believing in lies that are too serious to forget 
Taking back the people you should have left behind 
Waking up and knowing who you love 
Fighting for what you want 
Running in the rain 
Screaming at the top of your lungs 
Crying in pain 
Pushing the people that hurt you aside 
Allowing yourself to change... 

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                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.

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From Across The Room

A glance over my computer screen, I see you starring.
You look away as soon as our eyes meet.
You wear that grin upon your face, which I love.
I can't help but blush.
No, you didn't not only catch me looking at you,
you caught me thinking about you.
You must be having the same thoughts.

Our eyes meet again,
but this time neither of us look away.
We just smile, ear to ear.
I say nothing but hold my stare,
finally you move.
I thought it was all over as you walked away...

A hand upon my shoulder,
tan and strong.
It's him, back again.
No, he did not leave me.
He chose to be closer to the twinkle in my eye.

From staring across the room,
to being with each other forever
one high school romance
bound to be more than any other
Now I get to hold his hand, stare into those deep blue eyes
And I get to call him mine.

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When you said goodbye, my eyes felt hot

When you said goodbye, my eyes felt hot...... Those school days, cannot be forgotten our ways We were just kids in our kinder garden school Studying and playing together as innocent kids You made me laugh and helped me in many ways So, I felt someone there for me as a close friend Days have gone and we have grown as teenagers then my heart turned and felt love on you But I don't know where to begin my love story on you Anyhow, I wanted to tell you what was in my mind Then I had come to know you had someone I cried a silent tears because I could not help myself I missed you because I did not propose my love on time I will never forget our school days Those days when you were everything to me But now I realized that it was nothing but a dream When you said goodbye my eyes felt hot and my tears oozed from my heart. But that's life and I have to accept it Our good memories will be not erased from our hearts Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @2006 Ravi Sathasivam

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my past

i miss you
but i don't want to love you

you become important for me
but i want to forget you

you are special 
but not that much essential 

you are my part
but now i want to be apart

you are my past
which is so vast

just get out from my life
i want to cut it with knife 

i miss you,i want forget you
but i know i can't do it to you

as you are important
and being most important always.....

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' Alfred Noyles ... ' (Classical-Tribute) 63rd Senryu

‘Alfred Noyles … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  63rd   Senryu

   Alfred Noyles’ Poem Rings
‘The Highwayman’, Came Riding
   … Still Gets Me Crying …

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Thoughts racing I cannot put my mind to rest, 
Dressed in her dress I'd undress her if I could. 
Her head rested on my chest, 
My heart beating in unrest, 
The cold chased away her love is my vest. 
Sadly she sits in sorrow, 
Attached to me I fill the hollow, 
Like glass my eyes show sin, 
Divinely she forgives, 
Once lonely I am not alone, 
By her alone, 
I am happy. 

In bliss, 
I'm made ignorant by her beauty.

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Teenage Love 15: Teenage Lovebirds of the 1980s

Young love had finally made its way back into the 1980s and all of those teenage lovebirds
back in the 80s were so "totally gnarly." The 80s was when MTV made its TV channel debut,
the first cell phone was invented, and when a lot of people were born in that decade, that
had included Julia Stiles (born in 1981), Michael Cera (born in 1988), and even me (also
born in 1988). Also, the 80s were the times when hip-hop music and the break-dancing scene
were born, especially when the TV show, “Yo! MTV Raps” was on TV. It seems that young love
among the then-teen lovebirds ( teen boys and teen girls) had been in their lives since
the day they met at summer camp, middle school or high school. And when a teen boy and a
teen girl fell in love with each other the day they met, they knew it was love at first
sight. There were a lot of awesome things those teenage lovebirds have done back in the
1980s: they went to the movies, had gone out to eat, they had gone to the school dances
(including prom back in 1984), and stuff. Their outfits back in the 80s were “totally
tubular,” especially when all teen boys and teen girls were wearing their Converse shoes
and their Nike Air Sneakers. The 1980s were the best of times for all of the then-teenage
lovebirds and their parents. These people were young and in love, especially when they
were the ages between 13 and 17. And what their favorite love songs of the 1980s were
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, “Material Girl” by Madonna, “Never Gonna Give You Up”
by Rick Astley, and other love songs that were heard back in the 1980s, especially the
year 1987. This type of young love has brought the best in all of the young couples. In
reference to young love among all of the then-teen couples, it’s like living in this “when
doves cry” moment. All young relationships are just like the ones these people have seen
in all movies from the 1980s, like “Dirty Dancing,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and “The Breakfast Club.”  And if young love were to revisit the 1980s and bring it back
to the future, young love will be indestructible forever.

Details | Free verse | |

Simple Sam

I'm simply Sam, the simple stalker
Popping sweet tarts like a drug addict pops their pills
I worry too much and often think too into things
I know what's right for you, but have no idea what's good for me
I swallow my words to keep me sane
Chaning myself down to keep me tame
I think outside the box while looking in
Always searching but never finding that someone just for me
Standing outside your class room door
Waiting for you to look up and see
I'm simply Sam, the shy stalker
Following you down a hallway begging you silently to turn around
To look at me, not through me
Begging you to notice me
Hoping you will be the one who falls for me
I'm simply Sam, the silent stalker
I watch you pass by in crowds
Waiting for scenes like on a silver screen
Of fateful occurences- meeting my soulmate
Thinking every person I fall for just may be that someone just for me
I'm simply Sam, the obsessive stalker
Writing poetry in vain
All about you and how I wish it could be
Writing poetry of premeditated heartbreak
A poetic preminition of how it all ends
I'm simply Sam, the poetic stalker
Going out of my way to give you what you want
Spending dollar after dollar just to see you smile
Devoting time, effort, and gut all to see the tiniest upturn of the corner of your mouth
Changing myself to better suit your needs
I'm simply Sam, the romantic stalker
I'll buy you flowers & candy
I'll wrote you multiple page poems
I'll serenade you in deaf tones to the best of my ability
I'm simply Sam, and I'm not a stalker
I'm simply Sam, just misunderstood
I'm simply Sam, who simply needs to be loved
I'm simply Sam, and I'm far from simple. 

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Teenage Love 7: Retired Couples

It looks like all of the elderly couples have been in love with each other since they were
real-life teenagers, even before the ones who were born in the 1980s existed, even me.
This type of teenage love has been around all of the elderly men and women who were young
since the 1950s, the 1960s and the 1970s. It seems to everyone that no matter how old
these two lovebirds get, they still have plenty of love for each other. Back in the day,
before the cell phone was invented, MTV made its cable debut, and before the Internet,
there was a lot of things all teenage love birds have done back in the 1950s to the 1970s:
they went to a drive-in movie to see one of their favorite films, they had gone to the
diner to eat hamburgers and fries, there were school dances, that kinda stuff. And before
the high definition television sets were introduced, all teen guys took their teen
girlfriends to see the full moon back in the 1950s and the 1960s, including 1955 and 1964.
That's a date they'll never forget. Teenagers back in the 1950s, the 1960s, and the 1970s
have had a great time, especially when they fell in love back in either middle school or
high school. This is the kind of stuff they should talk to their grandchildren about it,
especially how they met and how they really did fall in love. It also seems that it has
been years and years since all relationships have began to build between the then-two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman). How
interesting was that? Well, it looks like another generation of young love will take over
the lives of all young lovebirds of today and take over where their grandparents, who were
teenagers back in the time, have left off. And if this kind of young love keeps increasing
before the year 2025, there's no telling what great thing might happen next.

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A Failing Romance (Pt. I)

Memories dance in her head
As she waited for his flight to land
She remembered their first date
The first time they held hands 
The first time they kissed
The first time they said 'I love you'
It was long overdue for her to see him
He dreaded his flight was going to land
He knew it was wrong 
But he had found someone who he loved dearly
He loved his high school sweetheart
But the new person was everything 
He'd been looking for
They'd spent so much time together 
The past two weeks
     (He gets off the plane...)
She runs to greet him
Only to stop in her tracks 
And see him holding on to another woman
Her first instinct was to cry
But she chose not to jump to conclusions
And run to greet him
Maybe she was just a friend
     (He spots her...)
How am I going to explain this?
She is going to be crushed 
Maybe I can still keep this a secret
But that would only make it worse
Only time will tell
But I love her
But I also love this woman too
What to do, what to do?


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Ghosts of South Dakota part 2

 The surrounding grounds were prairie grasses and brush.  Trees were 
scattered along the west boundary while the eastern area was furnished with a 
heavier growth of various kinds of trees.  Willows and buffalo berry bushes lined 
the bank.  If you were so inclined this would make a perfect spot for a picnic.  
This was beyond the school grounds, grasses were tall here. 
	I mentioned the fire escape.  Boy, how we loved these appendages.  
They were situated on each end of the school. Access was from windows four 
feet off the floor in the bedrooms.  We would pull a large wicker lounge chair up 
to the window and scramble over the chair using the high back as our final step 
as we boost ourselves head first through the window.  There usually was a 
screen but it was never hooked.
	 My aunt, uncle and their three children were the only residents of this 
school for nine years.  I can't remember for sure , but the first five or six years they 
did not have electricity.  Water, but no electricity.  The last two or three years they 
had a generator.  I just loved it.  I remember how proud I was when I had gotten 
old enough to carry the kerosene lamp myself.
	The lower portion of the school had a ten foot wide hall extending the 
entire length of the school with double wide doors at both ends.  On the east of 
the school it was four steps up, in the front door, a four foot long area then up two 
steps up to the main hall.  On the right were two large class rooms.  On the left 
was the kitchen, a bathroom with showers, utility closet then the stairway up to 
the apartments and another bathroom, with showers.  An entry way leading to the 
outside where the front yard was.  The commissary, a sewing room and a 
garage large enough to house a school bus. The west end of the  hall ended 
with  four steps leading to the outside doors.
	West of the school was the building called the CANNERY, it also was 
the meeting place for the tribal members and contained three or four weaving 
looms.  A double garage with a gas pump and two large tanks for gas lay off to 
the north of the cannery.  A dense growth of trees separated the school from the 
barn.  It was a well kept large barn.  Well used I should add also.  At least by us 
kids.  Other out buildings were two quonset hut buildings and pens, a chicken 
house and a couple of sheds for the hog pen,  Which I must add was another of 
our favorite sports, riding the hogs.  All of the buildings were painted white.  It 
really was a sight to see.

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Fool for Love

When it comes down to love
There is nothing else I can think of
Than anything else in this world
I wonder what it would be like if I had a girl

Who would care a lot about me
A girl who would be so innocent and carefree
We would both be in love with each other
We would meet each other’s father and mother

We would hang out mostly every day
And eventually love each other in every way
That would be ever known
I would always give her a ride home

I would care for her more than anything
May be in high school I would give her my class ring
So every day I ask the Lord up above
That He continue to make me a fool for love

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The Light Inside

I went to church for yet another day
Lit another candle and started to pray
Thirteen years ago she passed away
Our Twentieth anniversary would have been today

I walked back home amongst falling leaves
I should have worn a shirt with longer sleeves
I poured a fresh cup of some hot green tea
Her empty kitchen chair just staring at me

Brought out of my trance by the ringing bell
Who it would be, I couldn’t tell
Probably a solicitor with something to sell
I jumped up thinking, what the hell

She stared at me with a knowing smile
The awkward silence lasting quite a while
Something was familiar about her style
My memory bank shifting through long closed files

“Hello Joe, it’s been a long time
What the years have done to me is an awful crime
I looked you up, I hope you don’t mind
You are not really an easy man to find”

She came in and we caught up on our past
We were high school sweethearts when I saw her last
We went to college down different paths
Too many years ago for me to do the math

It’s hard to start a fire in a worn out heart
The grieving widower is my long played part
She was very patient right from the start
Feelings of grief don’t soon depart

I hope, my love, that you understand
For always and forever I will be your man
But the time has come for me to love again
And I am learning how with a new, old friend

And now she comes to church along with me
Helps me up and down on bended knee
As I still light a candle in memory
With a new light lit inside of me

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High School Love

High school love
Is like a new game
The new GTA
The new Need For Speed
The new Call Of Duty
It's all the same

You see it
You want to buy it
Play it
Tease others about it
You go to the store and blow $100
Or find a nice girl and make her feel special
You start playing the game
And you discover it's not as good
As it looks at first glance
You want a refund
But the dog ate the receipt

High School Love is cold
GIRLS are cold
Full of betrayal
Wasted gifts
Shed tears
The flowers would rather die
Than being given to someone
With no emotion

Young love is overrated
I see teenagers kiss everyday
But I'm starting to realise
It's empty, meaningless
And painful

Save your love for someone special
Don't waste it on a player

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Fare Thee Well Friend!

Tears that twinkle and glitter
Flow through our cheeks that will twitter
The sorrows our eyes carries
And heart throbs with worries

Altogether we dwell
The day has come for our farewell
bit by bit watered and grown by teacher
are ready to step ahead to see the future.

All alone standing at this junction
Days gone by are not illusion
Really we are going to miss each other
have hope to meet again further..

We all walked together in one path
Our ways are deluged at this spot
Some strike the engineering bell
yet others to make patients well.

Every one has different aim
Almighty will lead you to hall of fame...
Wishing you all the very best.
Never forget prime nest..

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You and the Moon

I complained
 To the moon, 
All I have is you 
To gaze at the sky,
Every time you leave me,
 With out telling me why.

 The moon responded,
 "When I leave 
I don't take my beauty,
beauty is worn by 
A girl of this city.
 Look at her eyes, 
You will forget my brightness,
 You will forget my beauty."

 "You really thought 
I could be around,
 When I observe the most beautiful girl of this land?
 No one can express her beauty,
 When she appears with the cellphone in her hand."

 "I am just one color,
She is pink one day,
The other day she is blue."
 That is when I realized,
 The moon was
 Talking about you.

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A crush that confesses love

One lifetime love
You show them no selfish sign
For there always on your mind
They may have been your high school crush
For they always give you a rush
When you might not know they stare into your eyes
When you do something good they might acknowledge you to themselves
Many love to a extent that cannot be bound
It can travel far above
Meaningless to others
But great to the love of one another
They're the ones would holds your heart in there hands
Can make you weak every time they near
A laugh it is they do not know of your love
One day they wil
For that how great love is

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You professed your love

You professed your love....

Sweet, like a rose in a 
blossoming spring,
Warm, like your chestnut eyes 
as you smile,
Entangled with promises,

...but not to me.

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In the several centuries 
Before the coming of Christ
The Jews in Palestine re-examined 
Eliminated some of the books 

From existing collection
As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as 
Of doubtful inspiration
The Pharisees set up four criteria 

Which their sacred 
Books had to pass 
In order to be included 
In the revised Jewish Canon

(1)	They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law)

(2)	They had to be written before the time of Ezra

(3)	They had to be written in Hebrew

(4)	They had to have been written in Palestine

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Teenage Love 14: Teen Couples of the 1970s

The 1970s were the grooviest years for all of the teenage lovebirds-turned-married adults.
Young love has still been among all of the then-teen couples since the day disco music was
born. It seems that when two young people (a teen boy-turned-man and a teen
girl-turned-grown woman) first met while attending at summer camp, they were meant to have
been together. And when they met back in either middle school or high school, it was love
at first sight for them. Back in the 1970s, including the year 1975, all teen lovebirds
had gone to the movies at various movie theaters, listened to a lot of  music (pop, rock
and roll, rhythm and blues, and disco) gone out to eat, that kinda stuff. Their outfits
were very awesome back in the day, especially when the young boys-turned-men and the young
girls-turned-women had afros and had been wearing bell-bottoms and stuff. What was so
great about young love back in the 1970s was when these two young lovers had always been
serious with each other, especially when they had made a promise not to have ever cheated
on each other with other people, even if this guy was as attractive as he was and this
girl was also as attractive as she was. It looks like love has never taken its tolls on
everyone, not even their mothers and their fathers. This is starting to look like an
episode of "Happy Days," which was a great TV show with Henry Winkler. That was very
interesting. And even when all of the then-teenage lovebirds were still together, all teen
idols were in the Hollywood, California, scene, that included Erin Murphy, Donny Osmond,
and Melissa Sue
Anderson. Young love back in the 1970s was also when "The Brady Bunch" was on the air. And
if this type of young love keeps growing and growing, even before the 22nd century,
there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.

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My Friend Is My Love...

I couldn’t read, I couldn’t write…
That my world would no more ever be bright.
With the morning sun I would rise,
The day ahead full with surprise.
He took me here, he took me there,
We planned the day for everywhere.
We sat together all alone,
Speaking of things, which were atone.

Our minds would argue, but hearts unite,
We kept opposing, although right.
He bought me chocolates I never shared,
I would joke on him, but he never cared.
He brought me flowers from the bushes around,
A red one hidden as yellows surround.
I always pretended I would never see
But in my heart I would just let it be.

Back in my room when it was 7 again,
I would sit quiet, and feel the pain.
As I realized that another day would end,
He would stay a day longer I would pretend.
With sleepless nights my eyes would swell,
Moistened with bitter tears and love’s spell.
The morning would come and go again,
But the realization would still remain.

And one sudden  day it was the day,
He kept staring at me and couldn’t say.
I made him promise he would never let know,
When it was time for him to leave and go.
But the look in his eyes I knew there was no next day,
I couldn’t make him stop, not in any way.
I ran away, far away from where he was,
Picturing him looking at me, as that was the last.

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And He Walked To His Love

A little everything is all that matters,
When I see you wave at your mates.
And you seem pleased with the slightest flatters,
They deliver a flying kiss, Oh! you dates.

I wear fancy clothes and apply shiny lip gloss.
For you to see me once, for real and not when in trance.
I wear the latest hair colors, stealing my mom's dollars,
I polish my nails clean, with all the brands from the magazine.

At nights when I sit to study I keep wondering...
How the next day I could look more appealing.
But days passed by and all I get from you is...
A couple of funny stares in the last 250 days.

No more of faking around, and now my normal self abound.
I no more look at you, or notice the things you do.
Three months pass by, with my grades I am already pre-occupied.

And then one day a strange voice calls my name,
Sounds familiar, but I wonder where I heard the same.
I turn around with the pencil in my mouth,
My head spins and gets filled with doubt.

The sweetest "Hi!" you deliver me;
And I realize, that all this time you had been a seeker of simplicity...

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young love


Since elementary school they became friends
They knew this friendship would never end.
She was seven, he was eight , but their lives
Were put in the hands of faith,

He always protected her from any harm
This was her knight - this was her charm.
When they got to middle school
They saw each other in a different light
They knew something was happening
This just wasn’t right.

As they was walking from school she tripped
And almost fell.
He grabbed her by the arm, and felt his groin
Begin to swell.

She got the same sensation as they held each other tight.
It was a feeling they knew they could not fight.
Their lips came together in a soft gentle kiss
Sending waves of passion that they could not resist.

As they pulled away, their lips were still on fire
And their insides was burning with desire.
So many thoughts and questions entered his mind
And the thoughts just flew by.
He told her in a whisper that could hardly be heard
It came out like on the wings of a bird.

Let me soar on the wings of a dove
Let me find everlasting love
Let the air waves carry me
To a place that’s loving and free.

Let me feel how love grows
This is something I don’t know
I never felt love before
Till you opened up the door.
I am now feeling what everyone talks about
And to the world I want to shout
If I can find love ! Why can’t you?
This is something you’ve got to do.

From our childhood years ,we felt
Something that we could not know
That it was a love that would forever grow.
I had her love from the start
And forever she will be in my heart.

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My Valentine Gift

<                                       bright future awaits
                                   mind terrible thing to waste
                                           scholastic ready
                                      unveiling hidden bounty
                                   scholarship's highest honor 

Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Tanka Your Valentine Contest
G.L. All

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My dream wedding day

Looking at the first blush of the morning,
I know its the perfect day for a wedding.
The big fat white wedding, the dream,
To which every little girl clings.
I tell myself as I watch the clouds turn white,
That this is the happiest day of a woman's life,
And that nothing should come in between,
The perfect bride and her groom.
I remember those young moments when I used to dream,
Of how our wedding would seem.
It was just like I had imagined,
A pretty day like today.
Slipping into my white dress and stilettos,
I think of the way you had proposed.
The way I had always wished for,
A dazzling ring in sparkling champagne.
I switch to happier thoughts from our past,
Holding hands, watching stars, laying on the grass.
We were high school sweethearts,
The perfect couple was what they called us.
We spent our days sneaking in a few kisses,
We used to pretend to be Mister and Mistress.
We were in love,
The crazy, eternal and rare kind.
Memories are shoved as mother comes into the room,
Holding a few red roses in full bloom.
Her eyes are teary and her voice is shaky,
As she whispers that she is proud of me.
Tears spill but I smile as I slide into the car,
Remembering the times you'd sing to me with your guitar.
The times you'd reach over and,
Tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
I laugh silently as I remember on the way to the chapel,
You saying once you were the beast and I, the belle.
You  always bring little candles and gifts,
And laugh as I make my birthday wish.
I wonder if you'd be laughing today,
As you cut the wedding cake with the sugar bouquet.
If you'd remember our old ceremonies,
In the event of your new one.
I walk through the gates smiling at our old friends,
And take your brother's hand as his arm extends.
He takes me in but lets me go,
As we reach the door to the flowery hall.
I peek through the crack to see you there,
At the altar smiling, running a hand through your hair.
I slip in and move to the side,
As the wedding march starts to play.
In came the blushing bride, walking gracefully down the aisle,
At her friends and family, she nods and smiles.
As I hold my breath and wipe my eyes,
Our high school love story plays in my head. 
I remember the day we promised we'd never part,
Because I would always be the one in your heart.
But your bride and you exchange your vows,
And I find myself repeating them inside.
The priest asks you to kiss your bride,
And I quickly slip outside.
Because no matter how alright I say I am,
Letting you go was the hardest thing I had ever done.
- Miliya Parveen

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Education is Power

Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?

Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?

Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.

From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.

Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.

Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.

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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know

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Memories In Highschool

Memories,sweet memories,
How I love and treasure them,
Innocent faces and charming smiles,
In photographs I know their names,

Teachers my mentors strict but kind,
Molding the knowledge in my mind, 
So firm were they in their patience,
To deal with us the confused students,

Young  love o how I felt the crush,
High lifted up my soul when there she was,
Lightening my days full of delight,
My soul rejoiced when she was in sight,

Teases etching in my ears,
Even deafening into hers,
When my secret love to her was known,
A snub was her return,

Falling grades my failing grades,
In my card appeared in red,
I was fooled and ensnared,
By puppy love, that's what it did,

Graduation day my farewell day,
To my school molded me,
A thousand thanks just not enough,
To her who help me to grow up,

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Sally Got A Plan

In days past, a scratch
on a Willow at school;
Bill I want to catch!
I want a plan for a kiss,
having a longing for stars.
I do not want shy bliss!
Sally has Glory today,
owing to a swift plan,
Bill did not slip away;
Sally had a frying pan!

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I walk down the street
on my way to school
looking for a half decent flower to give you
It's even harder when it's wet
because they're either dead or in bad shape
And when I do find it, I put it in my bag
praying it doesn't get damaged too much
And when i do give you that flower, i feel good
Inside my heart.

Details | Quatrain | |

Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

Details | Light Poetry | |

My first sonnet

                                          Long ago during my school life			
                                          One day, I saw a beautiful girl 			
                                              of another school near by			
                                              She smilled at me first time			
                                                  I did not know why 			
                                              My heart beats did a crime			
                                                 After few days gone			
                                                 I did never see her			
                                             My first Sonnet till I incur	

For Contest: Sponsored by PD		

Details | I do not know? | |


A Saint is someone who loves God in all things
Loves his neighbor with that same love
With a holy love
A deep love
A persevering love.

WRITTEN 09292012

Details | Rhyme | |

The Inner Person

Saw you standing there
A new kid, from who knows where
Judged you by your looks and words
And immediately thought you as weird as nerds

Saw you sitting there
Alone and sad,
Eating your lunch, and at everyone you were mad
I wondered why, 
Why am I out casting someone whose story I do not know 
Why did I make fun of you, and treat you as a foe
No even knows who you are
And from everyone, you are so far

I walk over and you look away
I'm sorry I started to say
But you stopped me and said it's okay
We talked and I learned
That the inner you had for so long yearned
The company of a friend
Who will listen and be there for you till the end

You had cancer and time was coming to an end
So you wanted someone that you can spend
The last few joyous weeks of your life
That will no longer be filled with strife

I'm glad we got to meet
Even if you don't roam the earth anymore with your two feet
You fly in the sky, in the heaven
And I can hear you talk, when I listen

The deep and inner person
That from everyone is usually hidden
Needs someone, a friend, who will help him or her smile
And I know, learning the inner person of each person, 
Will always be worthwhile.


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Football Burt

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.

All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.

Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.

So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.

My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.

Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.

My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.

Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.

Details | Epigram | |

Untitled #303 / Orange and white

Today I learn that her boyfriend
is a junior at UT.
Now my eyes narrow
at orange-and-white pom-poms

Details | Free verse | |

Ode to Sharon Olds

Dear Sharon, I see no end 
To the rant of an educated mind
Once the pen is moving. I've seen A students
Butcher my writing. I remember the Fall
Of 2009, the poetry workshop at Stony Brook University,
The hipsters and emotional braggers
Eying my work and telling me what it was about
While the smirk on my face concealed
The howls of piteous laughter.

I walked the solemn paths
Of that heavily decorated school
Where trees had been uprooted
And replaced by foster bushes,
Convinced that my English professors
Do not know how to read, but only how
To dissect.

However, I also remember the A on my report.
It was the proudest one I'd ever had,
And I thought of the first day of class
When we were asked to choose a poet
To fall in love with.

I thought of the summer of 2006
When I walked into a little book store in Hampton Bays,
Pointing my freckle tipped nose at the poetry section,
Looking for something new
To look up to or somebody else
To look into.
I picked through the leaves of Blood, Tin and Straw
By the shelf, at the register and on the way to my car.
I read it to friends and perfect strangers
As a devout fan and penniless salesperson.

I did not take notes or scribble on the pages.
I did not create bull- in the hopes to expound
Some undiscovered truth
Between the style and context.
I did not uncover the root of your sorrows and joy,
For you had already done the task
So perfectly.

Mrs. Olds, you and I find solace
In a dying art. I see you as a friend
As I've seen you as
A lover, a mother, and a mentor
Through the gift of a vivid imagination
Where I've been given the chance
To love and applaud your work
In the comfort of my room,
Under the flickering light
Where the renditions of your heart
Lure me to sleep
As a silent lullaby.

It is an artist like you who keeps me writing.
It is knowing the chances,
That if my words can reach a soul
Like yours have reached mine,
Then there is still purpose in contemporary poetry
In my home, my heart, and my spirit
Outside of the classroom.

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When someone prevents another 
from doing something
Whom he practices

Sitting with the girls
Chatting them up
Guess who stops by to say hi
The Hypocrite
He tells me to stay away from them
Protective like a pimp
How is that hypocrisy?
He sits with girls every day
So much he should get paid
Going out with the girls
Doing drugs with the girls
I try to go for mine
But hypocrisy gets crammed down my throat
If I meet a girl
Not taken by this hypocrite
I'll do it myself....

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Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me

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Successful Relationship

For a joyful
Successful relationship
You need spiritual and mental union


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Untitled #341 / So much problem-solving

Why so much problem-solving?
Can’t they see I’ve got enough
problems of my own?

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Hunting the zero man

A spoilt photo,a wasted life,
failure as a father,the experiment didn't come off.
So great was my abhorrence at the sight of humanity
that i decided to give her the go-by.
Ladies and gentlemen i introduce you,
the disintegration of my personality.
Brand me with a red-hot iron,iam the killer,
Lynch me ,who will struck the first blow?
Be stunned because iam the zero man.
Fully aware of the danger,iam the cracker man
so don't be soppy.
Sentimentalism is the reason of stupidity
and the end justifies the means.
Nothing ever put me out,no shiver all over my body.
I will save my skin once again,believe it or not
and i will do this with fussiness,take it or leave it.

A clenched-fist salute to the dead child in front of my car.

I killed again giving birth to nothing.

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I Have No Life

I have no life. My social status had been destroyed after high school graduation and I've
been depressed since the age of 13. All of my friends have left my life for good. I'm
trying to cope, or better yet, deal with these changes, but I just have mixed feelings
about them. I have no life because I've wasted my time thinking about the past, instead of
looking at the future. Over the years, I've experienced heartbreak, after heartbreak,
after heartbreak. When all of the girls of my dreams have been taken by other guys before
I had a chance to talk to them, I almost lost it. And when I found out that girls my age
had real boyfriends already and/or already married to their husbands with children, I
almost flipped and I cried; like, sobbing; in tears. It's like somebody has stolen someone special from me.
It's also like I matter to no one. And on top of all that, it's like someone took a
butcher knife out of the kitchen, stabbed me right in the abdomen, plunged another butcher
knife right into my chest, and ripped---nay---yanked my heart out; killing me in an
instant. This type of rejection is sad, depressing, and it breaks my heart just thinking
about it. I wish I could go back in time and change everything, but I can't do that.
There's nothing that I can do to change the past; it's already done. This isn't what I had
in mind. Right now, I wish that things were better if I hadn't been rejected one to many
times and I were to walk into someone else's shoes.

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Impulse 59

I leap because 
there is no ground, 

That is why
I leap.

Because the sun 
is fading, and
my night is 
without you.

So I leap.

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' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …

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Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much You'd Cut An Arm Off For Them

Literally cut off an arm for them
                 shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
   and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
 batteries. No more  struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me 
   a feeling like jeans upon your touch    or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
  I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it 
   and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough 

Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
   Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends 
And becomes your very own playground.
 Then you need not worry,
   but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human. 

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over you...

we use to have love
we were like a glove
perfectly happy
now its snappy
we arent us
whats the fuss?
isnt this what you wanted?
for my hearts growth to be stunted?
for me to weep
everytime i try to sleep?
for me not to be able to read
because of what you did to me?
and me to not even watch a movie or video
with out thinking of you-oh
i thought we would get close again
that it could be better than 
what it already was
but it all ended cause
you had to reevaluate
no longer appreciate
what i was to you
that i loved you
we use to get those chills, the butterflies
when i saw you, it killed my fathers lies
life is no nintendo game
yea, thats what Slim Shady sang
you cant undo what you just did
 to me
man, you've gotta be kidding me
and i apologized to you
thats what i wanted to do
but now i want you to say yoru apologies
my heart is drowning in deep seas
of pain and hate
but then again, fate (is mean)
fate is mean and spiteful
the things you said was frightful
i cant believe i feel for the love song
your love is what i use to long (for)
now i could care less about  you
ooooh whoa yeah
i could care less
then when i wore that dress
the look on your face 
damn that was priceless
i flaunted what you never had
so now im glad
that it ended
my wish is granted
to be happy and pleased
my soul has been released
so go to your new hoe
i just want to let you know ohhh whooaaa yeah
just let you know 
(pause for instraments)
im so totally over you.

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Joanna Davis

Bulging bags, a half eaten bun
Scribbled postcards penned on the run
Victoria station, just two stops away
From the end of another short holiday
Summers over, time to return 
To cooking and cleaning, the list goes on and on
Souvenirs a plenty; a mug of the queen
Galleries and gardens, no sight left unseen
Last hugs and kisses, watering eyes
No time for tears, or long goodbyes
Days we’ll long remember, You and I
Funny how quickly, the time’s flown by
I’ll write you; I promise, a letter each day
Until it’s your turn to come over, and stay

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We're Living in a world today

We livin in a world today,
Where its streets over home
Heartaches where pain rome…
Its guns before goodies,
Babies before books…
Boys before brothers,
& family below lovers…
Its sex without rubbers,
More baby showers than graduation parties
And more funerals than weddings…
We’re blinded by lust, 
And trapped without trust…
We’re living in a world today,
Where everybody falls a victim to the street..
A bullet is the only thing they seem to meet;
Everybody’s a follower,
But nobody leads!
We’re living in a world today,
Where only parents read..
The obituary is one thing they probably 
Aren’t too happy to view..
But the kids who listen:
Its only a few.
It’s more obituaries than honor rolls
And this is what we live in…

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The Love Note

Dear John, since I am just thirteen
And you're thirteen years old too,
It is not inappropriate
That I send this note to you.

I tried not to laugh when Teacher
Got so mad her face turned red,
When you spoke of Consciousness,
Not understanding what you said.

She didn’t rap your knuckles
But I know she wanted to.
My mama says when she was young
That’s what teachers would do.

It was brave of you to stand there
As she shouted and berated,
For you knew well of what you spoke
And I thought it so well stated.

But we are not to speak of God
In this modern day, at school.
That’s the reason Teacher frowned
And said you broke the rule.

My mama says it’s forward 
To pass notes to boys.  I’m shy,
So I won’t say I love you,
But I wish I could. Goodbye.

By: Joyce Johnson
For: “Passing a Love Note” contest

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The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson

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in my own tears

ghost from the past 
time is moving so fast 
trembling in my own tears 
trying to fight all my fears
standing in the rain 
felling like I just got hit my a train 
wishing I could turn off my brain 
I have nothing left to gain 
all I fell is pain 
haunted from our memories 
I fell they have become my enemies 
I see you even when I blink 
it really makes a guy think 
what happen to us
I cant believe I mad such a fuss 
I wish I had your trust 
you are still my high school crush 
seeing you still makes me blush 
your better then a royal flush
people think they have what we do 
but know one ever will 
being with you is a thrill
being with you is real 
I wish we where going uphill
you where the only one who could fulfill
four you I would have captured bunker hill
but right now your just a ghost 
haunting me, taunting me, and flaunting in front of me 
how i wish we could still be 

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Nathan's Song

*Nathan's Song

Nathan loved to be playin' baseball
Talk with his friends everytime they'd call
He would rather be doing for others---any day.
Nathan loved the lake in the Summer,
Skiing in winter--one slope or other.
He was full of life and had an easy goin' way.

Nathan loved to eat Mexican food,
Jelly beans, when he was in the mood.
He would rather wear his flip-flops than shoes--everyday.
Nathan loved dogs and playin' guitar,
All kinds of music--he was a star!
His heart was full of love and he showed it every way.

You were my joy...You were my joy...
You were my joy...You were my boy.

Nathan loved to laugh and be funny,
His impish grin was on the money:
He dressed up like a 'Sugar Daddy' at school that day.
Nathan loved his family and friends
Especially one girl---to the end...
And his death was full of life by what he gave away.

Though he's gone from our presence, he walks with Jesus hand in hand
And now, up in Heaven, Jesus says, "Well Done, Nathan...

You are my joy...You are my joy...
You are my joy...You are my boy."

by Deborah Burch

For: PD's contest of sorrows and make you cry poem

*Note: Nathan was a senior in high school 6 years ago, the son of my BFF. He was killed in a MVA; his girlfriend was driving, ran a stop sign and a tractor trailer truck hit them broadside on Nathan's side of the car. The other 3 in the car did the driver of the truck...he had just talked to his mom on the cell phone--which was never found...I wrote this as a song and sang it for them as my gift...It doesn't end there:
Nathan was an organ donor. Many lives have been saved because Nathan donated all he had left to give--the gift of life. This year his Mom will get to meet the recipients and they intern meet her...She, with the Red Cross, hold Blood Drives each year in Memory of Nathan: 'One Love Blood Drive'...This poem is dedicated to Nathan, and to the awareness that we can all save lives...
Donate blood...and be an organ someone's joy. love,deb

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One day you will see...

I walked into class on the first day of school,
yet to see your smiling face stand out like a jewel.
You asked me what my name was; continued to talk,
and as the week progressed I knew my longing for you would lock.

I have never liked someone so much as i do you,
the happiness you bring to me is greater than a hue.
I look forward to going to school each and everyday,
hoping that we can put our conversations on replay.

You got out of your way, to talk to me in class,
but I don't want our friendship to run out of gas.
I guess no one sees the great person that I am,
Possibly I am looked at like that sorrowful lamb.

Your bright blue eyes shine greater than sky,
and when I am in your presence I get kind of shy.
You ask me a question and stare right into my eyes,
but are you just one of those boys, or are you my lucky prize?

I continue to have hope, that one day you will see,
the greatness that is hidden inside of me.
You are smart, funny, kind-hearted at its best,
but I'm scared that the road to your heart is going to be more than a quest,

You are hard to read, mysterious to follow,
but you are not like everyone else, not even shallow.
I wrote this poem, to maybe give me some hope,
that someday you will realize that together we can climb that slope.

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Taking chances

Time it passes without any warning
I remember when I had a lot of hair
In a flash the hair is all gone
It isn’t much any more
It’s all grey now
Time hmm it flies just like that
People leave lives that is not there’s
There is a voice behind
Other times is a voice and a hand behind
Sadly it doesn’t belong to them
They never have the guts to live out their lives
Time oh time you cannot pause it neither can you live two lives
Again you are all grey before you know it
I used to wonder what people will say
What they will think
I also used to think who likes me and who doesn’t
But forty years has passed and I look around and discover nobody gives a shit
Your destiny is like a personal horse
Ride it to destination
Conquer fear and you will discover hidden strengths and talents
What else can I say?
Falling in love is personal but don’t give your heart to a fool
I also threw away time falling in love stupidly
But I gained wisdom and I value self more
The door of my life now has heart breaking detectors
It can even detect fake manipulative people who have no business around me
I just graduated from school of wisdom
A school of patience
They say time heals all wounds
But leaves behind fresh scars as fresh as the original wound
Live your life; make your own personal choices 
Even Gods leading expects you the recipient of the blessing to take action
Leading of God is action not inertia
No invention can pause time at least for now it’s an impossibility
Waste no more time
Pursue your dreams, live out your dreams
Open the window of courage and throw away fear
Open the door of hope and send hopelessness packing
Your dreams will not come to you go and grab it
Conquer your inhibitions set yourself free
Free from life controllers and manipulators
From people that use people
It’s a fallacy to think everybody loves you
Life is a mixture of haters and lovers
Builders and destroyers
Light and darkness 
Choose your side of the divide
Decide decide decide
Time is passing
Indecision is same as time wasted
There is nothing as sweet as living out your dream life
What are you doing where you are not celebrated?
What are you doing with people who don’t like you?
It’s never too late to start all over
Never too late to start living your life
But don’t wait till the end
To be alive is a great thing
But to live your life is greater
Much better when you don’t follow the crowd
For only the outstanding stand out

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Let the fate decide

Let the fate decide 
I write not knowing of what comes
Not realizing the facts
Am not ready for the pain that is on his way
On his way to let down many hopes
To injure many souls 
To stop the proud of one another
I am asking if God could give me a chance 
To prove that I am worth the victory 
To study more harder
To close the lights rarer 
To give the ones I love a hug 
To give them my pride, my tiredness 
My hope for another day to come
And I be the one 
My ears are hearing voices fighting 
For what is right or wrong 
I really wish 
If an angel could fall from the sky 
And remove my eternal pain 
And give me a life I could smile in 
Give me a name, to live with
Give me a tissue to wipe all my tears away 
To miss the love of my parents 
And they’re respect for one another
Would give me a reason to live each day with
To give me a reason to fight for 
If there was angel 
Who would do all this? 
Who would send God my Prayers? 
And send God my begs and hopes for forgiveness
I wish, wish simple word, hard to make 
 Hard to achieve,….
Will the angel send my prayers 
Send my begs 
Send my hopes of forgiveness
Give me the love, honor ,name ,and… the reason to fight , to live
This life that has no justice….

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Happy Mothers Day

From stubbed toes ,countless tears and many more to come
Being a Mom is never done
From baseball games,gymnastics,dances and proms
There is no full time job such as mom
From the punishments like no outside and no tv
To the love that was so unconditionally
From "Its painfull to be beautiful" & " Live and learn"
You taught so lovingly yet so firm
Making us proude to be who we are today
Keeping our mouths shut, if there is nothing nice to say
Working how ever long it took
Just to buy me that new pocket book
Getting the school clothes off of lay-away
Man that was the most magical day
It was enough for you, just to see us smile
Letting us stay home from school every once in a while
When we faught, you were the referee
Sending us both to our rooms so seriously
From being our cheif,servant, personal shoufer and maid
Doing it all without getting paid
Hosting parties on our behalf
To practicliy forcing us to get in the bath
Dressing us from head to toe
Not missing one talent show
Your a magnificent sculpter, molding and creating us
A love built on honesty,integrity,compassion and trust
Love you mom your the best!

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Love Me

Love me
Love me for what I am
I don't smoke
I don't drink
And because of that
People treat me like a prick
I'm not stupid
I take pride in being Smart
I don't want much
I just want a place in your heart

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I Hate You! Yo did it again. I don't know why i keep going back to you. You have hurt me so 
much. You say you love me then you stab me in the heart. You say your sorry and then 
cheat on me. I don't know why but you think it's a joke when you say you love someone you 
need to mean it. I hate you so much! yor are a a&& of a person. You need to become a 
better person. You have hurt so many peole. Love is something you don't take lightly. I hate 
you because all of the pain you have put me through, and it will never change

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Why is it hard to find love?
Why is it so hard to keep?
Why do things stand in the way?
Why does it hurt when it's about to end?
Why is it that things happen when it gets good?

It's hard when you find love and to find out your about to lose it. When people move it's hard 
on both of the people and it's hard to find love again. I hate the fact that it's hard to find love 
and when it's grand and then it is gone. When you find that person in life make sure you 
cherish every moment because it can change in a heart beat. Make sure you love them with 
all of your heart and make sure you make every minute count. Make d&mn sure you love 
them with all of your heart and make sure you mean it. Spend every minute as if it were 
your last and if something happens you know you did everything in your power to make it a 
great time and i know it's hard and it'll be hard when it happens but try to be strong and 
make it through the hard times.

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Young Love

I am scared to know you actually cared
To let you in so quickly
I can't help myself
For it has already happened
Scared to believe your words to be true
Excited & giddy
To have found 
An apparent match in you

I didn't want to care for anyone
I wasn't looking for love
But some things can change so quickly
If you're not on the same page
Not feeling the same way
Stop saying things
That lead me to believe differently

I'm scared now to believe
Someone would actually care for me
Saying you will miss me
Do you truly know what that means to me?
You not aware
That I care so much for you already
In such a very short time

Do you feel the way I do?
Hearts connecting in harmony
Or are you playing high school games
If that is true
I want out of your trap
Release me from this trance
I didn't sign up for this

Are you hiding behind a joke?
I can't believe you,
Only to have my heart broken
I hide from my feelings
I don't want to admit anything to myself
For if I'm wrong
Only believing in a lie
The pain may already be too strong

I desperately need to know
What is the catch?
Running out of time, to figure it all out
I try to find the disguise 
You're hiding behind

Or do we really have something going
Something special
Uniquely created & Heavenly ordained
Will we even give it time to bloom?
Time to see
What God has in store
In the end
For you & me

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Eden part 1

An angelic figure glides among the damned
One who is not quite angel, yet not quite so much as human
More like something in between the lines of both barely hanging onto the title
With eyes that paralyze, and pierce the very soul
Eyes that can stop the beating of he heart, the breath from ones very chest
That can chill the blood that courses through a delta of veins
Eyeliner charcoal tears from a broken heart cascade down flawless porcelain cheeks
and lips that curve into the perfect heart melting smile
All placed upon a porcelain face of an angel who is not an angel
A damned soul walks among the graced prescence of the angel who is not an angel yet not human
She speaks in empty verses through the ink that flows through the river Styx encased in her very veins
An emptiness on the inside she ignores as the hole grows bigger as days pass
She hovers in a place that is not a place
Drifting in between realities as she pleases, preferring the place that is not a place
Where white roses grow under a bleeding moon that cries out to the shadows
Drifting from there to a false reality
Where friends are not friends
and love is always just out of a finger tip's reach
A reality where people hurt other people, step on them and use them without second thoughts
Victimized, she drowns in her thoughts and sorrow.
She stands alongside listening to the empty shell as it criticizes her once more
Drifting, falling into a catatonic state in a place that is not a place
Grey eyes glazing over at a reflective surface, drowning so far into thought, suffocating...
Filling lungs with thoughts that feel like liquid lead, liquid poison that feeds the soul
A command brings her crashing back, the accident far too tragic to fix 
The empty shell snaps, walks away and continues on her way
Turning the damned, by chance of fate, paralyzed with awe and fear comes face to face with an angel that is not an angel 
Her breath catches, her heart stops, all in a beautiful simultaneous death, that is not exactly a death..
In the prescience of an angel, who's not an angel
You feel at peace for once, like nothing can go wrong.
You feel like there's hope and love that was once so far out of reach encases itself in ones heart.
Their eyes connect, brown to blue
She's frozen there, glued to the spot
Caught in his angelic gaze
she feels safe, at home, at peace
She apologizes quietly, for having disrupted the path of an angel, and slips away
Desperately wishing to turn back and speak more, but far too shy to

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Louisiana Support Me Today

Monroe*,Shreveport, Alexandria*, Lake Charles, Lafayette, Baton Rouge*, New Orleans*, 
support the  woman who has either visited or lived there before. She's coming straight from 
the top of the bottom of the map. She wrote sevn books of poetry give her a hand clap in 
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and All Days That Lie Between, More School Days, Holidays, and All Days That Lie Between 
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wrote 12-10-10

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High school romance recipe

1. Measure and pour three cups of lust. 2. One cup of hope. 3. Sprinkle in some fun. 4. Two table spoons of rumors. 5. Half a cup of insecurities. 6. Five drops of stupid ideas. 7. Then stir together and mix in white lies. 8. Bake at 350 degrees for two hours then cool for 30 minutes. 9. Icing with heart brake and you will have a high school romance.

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All Thanks to Him

Walking down the empty streets,
In truth already done,
I've lost myself in dreams again as I sit in school,
I sit and sit and sit and sit,
But not a word absorbed,
It doesn't matter how long I stay,
I'm not here at all.

He laughs and laughs all at something I said,
I smile, grin in responce to him.
He's shown me not to draw from people,
Taught me how to be myself.
To dance and listen,
Learn and turn,
But no longer in my head,
Now I dance to live, and learn!

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*Friends always*

*Friends always*

When I have a friend, everything seems better.
The more we fight together, when were older, well remember.
There is time to pass, time to give, of witch I stand.
Just the two of us!
Laughs to come, fun to happen.
Pleasing our friendship.
You’re more than a friend to me you’re like my sister.
Remembering the last birthday, 
you’re my best friend, always and forever 

Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops

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I love to see the children and the youths going to school
In their uniforms looking so smart and cool
Shirts and blouses all tucked in
Pants, bags, socks and the shoes matching 
Hair combed and hair styled, these really enhance the love that is here for you 

I really love to see the children and the youths going to school
When the children rise according to the school rules
Parents, please make sure they have a nutritious breakfast too; this will prevent 
them from thinking about food, and focus more in and on the classroom
It’s amazing to see the slim, fat and chubby children and youths going to school 
looking so sharp and smooth

I just love to see the children and the youths going to school
As for you children who pull the mini suitcases be careful how you drive your 
vehicles going to school make sure you have your books, spare pens and pencils 
too; don’t for get your tools.
Education depends on reading, studying, and comprehending
There goes a flight attendant! - “You really remind me of one of them, fi true”

I love to see the children and the youths going to school
Don’t waste you time idling when you’re at school but master the golden rules 
Be literate, not illiterate
Write legibly, not illegibly
Become eligible, not ineligible
Obey your teachers; look out for the bad friends and company they can let you lose 
your goal 
I really love to see the children and the youths going to school
They’re such a blessing, “tech a prips!!” 
Look how sweet they are going to school
Now, I am sorry, I have to start all over because I used to hide from some 

I just love to see the children and the youths going to school

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My Baby Girl

My Baby Girl

What happen?  I remember that you’d just started walking
and before I knew it, you was talking.
Pre-school, Barbie dolls, bakers ovens, 
And I’ll never forget the Pig tails and everything having to be purple!
Cake decorations and art lessons.
Oh and who could forget those piano sessions.

But now, your toys 
are laptops, cell phones, designer jeans
bubble gum, boots and boys.

What happen to my Baby Girl? 
The only thing that’s the same is that you still love purple.

Now in your teens 
you’ll soon be ready to drive a car
oh,  just look at you... so talented, so tall and beautiful
soon you’ll be done with high school and college, 
I need you to know,  because your so clever
and you can have whatever you endeavor
I see your life going far.

Just be true to yourself and always stay faithful
and remember; I’ll love you forever because your  My Baby Girl!

C. Gill
Dedicated to Caroline

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whimsicle notions by opinion, when cautious views are taken,
knowing underneath really nothing, while putting it to ideas of something,
judgement blasts itself in view, it's almost always a reflection of ourselves...nothing new,
do all these formulated opinions really matter? all forming opinions in our chatter,
does thinking your right humble you? without searching the heart, its a labeled view,
when teasing builds up, it breaks the heart down,
like high school kids picking on the dork in the crowd,
while seeing all the judgement, while it sits in plain view,
while you pray the chains break to see something new,
so does keeping silent seem to be the best option?,
to hide our hearts before the day of judgement?,
sometimes its hard to speak love without taking offense,
to see our hearts behind the intent,
this reflection humbles us, breaks us down,
we fall into HIS arms, its where HIS healing is found.

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The difference in the Catholic 
Protestant Bibles arose in the following manner
The jews living in the few centuries before Christ 
Were divided into two groups

The Jews dwelling in Palestine, speaking Hebrew
And the large number of Jews scattered
Throughout the Roman Empire, speaking the Greek language
Consequence of the conquest of Alexander the Great of Greece

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I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.

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Father please be there at my first, fifth, tenth, thirteenth, sixteenth, eighteenth, and 
twenty-first birthdays.
Father please come to my first dance performance.
Father please go with Mommy to my first school conference.
Father please don't yell at me when i do wrong.
Father would you please go with me to the Valentine's father daughter dance.
Father i will play sports with you even thought i'm not a boy.
Father please don't worry and ask so many questions all the time.
Father please don't scare away my first date.
Father please still love me when I disobey.
Father together lets go buy my first car.
Father please come to my high school graduation.
Father please help me decide what college i should attend.
Father please help bring me home for the holidays.
Father would you please escort me down the iale.
Father please don't get mad when you have your first grandchild.
Father please enjoy my children even more than you enjoyed me.
Father be there as long as you can to celebrate the good times with me.
Father please still love and remember our lives together, every time i say bye.
Father I promise I will meet you someday in the heavens up high.
Father I give to you the love you always have for me.
Please never forget the times you've shared with me.

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walter its me

i remember me first going to high school i was so lost with low self-esteem.
my first love changed me.
he said i was beautiful inside and out.
them words made me see what i was truly about.
we use to write letters to each other and pass them to each other in the middle of the 
out of all the moments i miss in my life it was the high school days.
he was the one who have me my first kiss.
after someone like him pump your head up you move on and him you dismiss.
i never got to tell walter how sorry i was for being a teenager in high school.
deep down i know he knew i wasnt like any other fool.
we would walk in the rain together not caring if we got wet.
because together is all we wanted to be at.
9th grade was when we met.
we was together for 3yrs and than that was that.
after high school for alittle we still kept in touch.
now we loss touch.
i still think of how we would walk high school halls holding hands and how after no matter 
what i put you through you still was my friend.
will i ever see walter again?
he was my first love and for that no one could recover.
he was my heart, my soul.
my first lover.....

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meaning of love

I thought love was beautiful to i met the man of my dreams.
he who i loved and up went my self-esteem.
through my high school years i really tried to stay like i am now.
like this!
now that my first love gone he who i miss.
Reality is a big step to life.
before you love someone you have to make sure your life is right.
don't ever say you love someone if you don't mean it.
they will hurt you and the love you didn't have you will receive it.

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Untitled #302 / Evil monsters

“You guys are slowly morphing into
the same person!”
“C’mon! You heard Hannah! Let’s march together, Jessica!”
Well, gee, they look awkward now
perhaps my greatest fear remains unfulfilled.
“Well, Hannah, I would give you a hug,
but you look so depressed right now,
which I suppose is an even better reason to give you a hug,
but I don’t want it to be so dull”
Ah! Hannah, can’t you see?

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My bisexuality

If it wasn't you, would I have to hide it?
If it wasn't "wrong", would you try to fight it?
Would it change anything on your part?
Would you give me a deeper look?
It drives me slowly crazy,
My eyes always needing to look your way
Just because its not the "normal" way,
I'm afraid of you turning away. 
Would I still get wrapped up in your eyes?
If I was allowed to really look?
Would these stolen glances lose their touch?
Would I lose these feelings of forbidden lust?
Would I ever regret it?
If i ever tried to forget it?

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Pencils down

I fell for a girl who has no clue that I exist

some say that love is blind, some say It doesn’t mean shit

I say that’s just the excuse that we use when cupid missed

but if he is blind then who put him in charge of this

roller coaster ride to life that seems to have no height requirements

And I’ll admit that my behavior may have been less then cooperative

but some times I feel like it could have went better 

I mean we kind of went together

better then cold weather and cozy sweaters

but some how we ended up no where near each other

I guess that’s what happens when passion cracks under pressure

attending the school of hard knocks but never learned a lesson

assigned me davy jones’s locker so it feels like I might be here forever

so I’m thinking of dropping out soon 

because there’s no point to school without you 

I’m acting like this because I don’t have a clue what to do

I guess sometimes we all play the fool

but if I know my role and never miss a que

I can understudy and make history

by getting back to you.

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Invisible Music

My ears are ringing, singing
to the tune of invisible music
as I fall into bed after a
short, scalding shower after a
long, exhausting night of dancing at the clubs
after I left the game with that beautiful,
beautiful young black-haired lady after
I spirited her away from her friends in an old sedan
after I called to see if it was okay after
I spent an agonizing hour eating in silence in a
restaurant with my friends who all had dates
after she called to say she couldn’t come,
her little sister needed her, her friends were coming over,
after I thought we’d set our plans into stone
after we spent hours on the phone talking the night away
after I had asked her to Homecoming,
after I had first laid eyes on her,
after I had changed my schedule from Film
Studies to Creative Writing
on a whim.

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Tandy was the homecoming queen,
Every boy’s fantasy;
She wed the high school quarterback,
They split at thirty three.

Tandy was still quite beautiful,
And had her choice of men.
But they always disappointed,
It seemed she couldn’t win.

At thirty six she was approached
By several younger men.
They made her feel like she once did,
And wanted to again.

She chose a boy of twenty two
When she was thirty eight,
They rode off into the sunset,
Like a storybook fate.

But time was catching up to her,
And soon she lost her looks.
Her fairytale would take a turn,
Contrary to the books.

At fifty one, she looked her age,
While he looked thirty five.
They stopped going out together,
Their romance lost its drive.

He was in his mid-life crisis,
His youth was all but gone,
With Tandy he just felt older,
It was time to move on.

He wanted to feel young again,
And so, at thirty nine,
He wed a girl of twenty two,
And left Tandy behind.

Tandy died at sixty seven,
With no one at her side.
And when they laid her soul to rest,
No mournful tears were cried.

Her boy had problems of his own
He now looked fifty one,
His wife was young and beautiful,
It felt like a rerun.

She left him for a younger man,
And just tossed him aside.
One drunken night he ate his gun,
Committing suicide.

We fight the ravages of time,
As we cling to our youth,
A cougar in a sea of cubs,
Who cannot face the truth.

For those who can’t accept their fate,
When time begins to groan.
This tale of woe, and tragedy,
Could, one day, be your own.

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Too late for love

Huddled up at the edge of my seat,
the first day started with me so forlorn..
Glancing around so lost and beat,
desperately wishing for a miracle to be born..

Something allured the corner of my eyes,
and there she was, my first crush..
I who believed first sight love were all lies,
was transfixed at the spot all blushed and red..

Minutes snowballed incessantly to hours,
as i spent the day instilled by this new found power..
Bright and beautiful was she with her lovely scent,
which i swear would make Venus pout and pant..

The year went by like a fast moving stream,
neither did i harden up nor did i squeam..
What really mattered was that i got wiser
with time and reconsidered my fervours..

The day arrived which i dreaded the most,
which was supposed to warm up the frost,
and reconcile envious souls lost..
She was just not someone in my life,
it dawned upon me all too late..
Still i strained myself to say goodbye,
realizing how she evaded my days from ill fate..

And there i was faking a smile,
despite our split screen sadness..
which i learnt days after awhile,
that she had underwent the same harness..
Of my heart over hers and hers over mine..

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Senior Year Nightmare

Drooping decorations
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and 
the notes passed in study hall
behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins,
the talk of a wedding the following summer,
became heartbreaking memories
when Tiffany Blake came to town.

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MY Son Ross

MY Son Ross

My son has a special purpose in life.  I am sure of it.  His life was spared thrice.
Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way too fast.
Somehow, without permission (lol) the boy turned into a man, a good man.
Only yesterday, he went off to school…we vacationed and camped.  Everywhere!
Next thing I knew, he was graduating from high school and started working.
Ross, the baby in the family, is going to join the Air Force in ten days…far away.
My son has optimism and has set career goals; I love Ross and shall miss him terribly.
Soon, his life will change.  I can see him in my minds eye: exercise and more exercise. 
Strong and honorable, my son shall go forth and do some good in the world…love, peace.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 13, 2010

Poetic form: Acrostic

To see my son, Ross, use the following link to go to my Poetry Soup Photo Gallery:  http://

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Time Will Tell

So you want to be a fireman
So you want to be a cop
I don't know in the end
I was unsure so I stopped
To be so confused it hurts
And I feel way to lost
After high school I'm not sure
So I continued at the cost
Of failing in the end
I just cant bend

So in this miserable existence
I found a shred of light
It was here not in the distance
Because I found something worth a fight
I don't know how i was so blind
You were right there
Always warm and kind
So my heart I'll share

Possibly I'll find
What I want to be
Mabye in time
But yet it really doesn't matter to me
Because i know
That all I want to do
Is to show
That I truly love you

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Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.

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Of Recognition

This path I take
                      So familiar it seems!
Of sweet years past I dream,
Of distant seasons I dwell; But of love---
Of love I miss. Although deprived of a 
Maiden's gift, I bestill my aspirations;
             With passions gone I retrieve my thoughts but fail
             To comprehend; and now I must cater to my wounds
Of empetiness and bleed to the boredom that follows.

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Venus Blue Eyes

Her long hair was the color of pure gold
But it was her eyes a sight to behold
Sapphires of the clearest solid blue
Her eyes were eyes of love so true

Her hands were always warm to the touch
She seemed to glow but never to much
It is if she burned with a furnace of body heat
Sugary sweets the sweet girl love to eat

But she was shapely and ever so thin
That internal fire burned those calories within
Her lips shine of a faint florescent blue
Her silky smooth skin was of a soft violet hue

Her legs were long her feet were small
And for a young girl she seemed a little tall
She loved the Sun absorbed energy through her skin
She loved to run she was as fast as the wind

As smart as she was ever so pretty
But her intelligence was graceful not at all nerdy
Every boy loved her with all his heart
Every girl wished back home she would depart

Her voice was as sweet as the sirens song
She could sing so soft but it sounded strong
Her laughter made her tiny nose wiggle
At this the earth boys and girls giggled

If she wanted to she could think out loud
She knew our thoughts and of this was proud
Her breast were as shapely as a new peach
But always seemed out of every boys reach

She knew our earth boy thoughts and let it be understood
Little girls from Venus were pure and always very good
Still after school I walked her home holding her hand
It warmed me over with a feeling so grand

One night at the school dance we floated in the air
In those eyes my soul was caught by her stare
Cacia Varia she kissed me with those sweet tender lips
And with that my heart she has since forever kept

Earth girls are pretty and some I really like
But the girl from Venus our souls are woven tight
I'm just a boy praying for my dreams to realize
That is on my wedding night to love my Venus blue eyes

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A boy and a girl

I remember the day I first saw her face on the school bus such an uneasy place
we both were shy it took months just to talk soon enough we would always walk
from the stop to her house were I d stand uneasy the sweat would pool in my right hand
One night late after school she came to my house I tried to be cool 
she asked if I would like to go out of course I did but I was nervous anxious filled with doubt

we spent a whole summer just hanging out some times I got so nervous I wanted to shout
I recall how she first placed her hand in mine I was sweating so bad I was losing my mind
the touch of her fingers in my sweaty palm gave comfort unknown and a relieving calm
I realize now she was just as scared but she seemed so calm ready and aware

she became my very best friend but even I knew the summer would end
before the fall came an took her away we spent time with each other everyday
a few weeks before school started again we went to the park are spot back then 
she looked in my eyes for ever it seemed I was confused and young I almost screamed
then she leaned towards me with the sweetest touch she said shed miss me very much
and then it happen her lips searched and found mine out in that moment it removed all doubt
an innocent peek between dearest of friends learning how such things have there ends
after school started that year she moved away I have not seen her since that day

Forever she holds a piece of my heart the innocents we shared was ours from the start
even tho Ive grown a lot since then that young love is for thick and thru thin
we never took not a thing from one another we held each other up learned from one another
I wonder if she thinks of me I think of her and lonely nights I hope she lives happily
youth is something you cannot keep I miss those days on the grass we would sleep 

somewhere inside the shy little boy waits for the day he might see that girl once again
the soul that taught me how to love and to be loved how to end and how to begin
I know ill never see her again I know its only memories something lost to the past 
if I would have known it would end that way and be over so quick so dam fast
I would have told her more of the true me maybe then Id feel whole at last
sweet first love I hope you find a life of love and find your faith in the god above
she will always been in my heart and mind and for now we must leave us behind

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Teenage Love 19: 2010-present

When it comes to young love, it's a beautiful thing for young people from around the world. 
And when it comes to teen boys and teen girls falling in love with each other since the day they 
met, it's like fireworks popping in the sky. Their moms and dads are either happy about it or 
inapproving or whatever. It seems to everybody that most relationships among all teenagers 
might even last to either 72 hours or a lifetime. That's a really long time, but then, if these two 
young lovebirds want to stay together, even until their high school reunions, then that's fine. 
Sometimes love will make young men and/or young women do some silly things or whatever, 
but love doesn't; it's just an emotional feeling for teen boys and teen girls combined. Their 
parents (the moms and the dads) should also know what their lives were like when they were 
teenagers, especially since the day they fell in love with each other. Young love has 
revolutionized the year 2010 and it'll revolutionize the future of all of the would-be teen 
couples. This is starting to get very interesting. It looks like the junior/senior high school years 
will be with all of the wound-be-then teen love birds for the rest of their natural lives. All 
relationships among all young people will not just continue to increase every single day, but no 
matter what the circumstances of young relationships or whaterer, it'll seem that day in and 
day out, all of the young lovers (all teen boys and all teen girls) will always have love for each 
other, and their parents are very happy about it. And if young love continues to grow and grow 
by the time the year 2025 arrives, there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.

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Teenage Love 13: Teen Couples of the 1960s

When it comes to all teenagers (teen boys and teen girls) falling in love with each other
back in the 1960s, it was a beautiful thing. The 1960s were also the decade when the
British Invasion began, especially when the Beatles had made their way to the American
music scene and the Rolling Stones had made their way to the rock and roll music scene in
Hollywood, California. But before the Civil Rights Act and other laws were in effect, all
public places, including the diners, were segregated before being integrated. It seems
that both of the then-young lovebirds really had a great time, especially when they went
to see a movie and stuff. It was the year 1960 until the year 1969, way before the 1980s
were born, even me. Back in the 1960s, before MTV made its TV channel debut, these two
teen lovebirds had gone out to eat at a diner, they went to a drive-in movie, a school
functioning (including the high school dance), anything these two have done on a Saturday
night. Their favorite love songs of all time when a man and a woman were teenage lovers
were "My Girl" by the Temptations, "Do Wah Diddy" by Manfred Mann, "My Boyfriend's Back"
by the Angels, and "Happy Together" by the Turtles. Even when the "World Peace" slogan
began and Woodstock 1969 became the grooviest music festival among all teen couples, it
was a great time for them. And as for the Flower Children, who were teenagers at the time,
it was also love at first sight for them. But now that the 1960s are gone, it'll be a
groovy decade for all of the then-teenage couples will always remember.

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The Price of Faith 11122011


MY FATHER’S FAMILY left Russia in 1917
At the urging of their parish priest
“If you want to keep your children safe in the faith
Go to America!”

German-Speaking Russians
Soon afterward their 13 year old daughter
Margaret had been raised in the Church
The Family continued to trust in God

Today we honor St. Josaphat, patron of the Ukraine
He was a man who loved his country
Loved his Church even more
Speaking courageously about unity with Rome at a time of schism and division
His bold stand eventually cost him his life

St. Josaphat
Like Margaret’s family, reminds us 
That trust in God
Is the only source of true safety

Wisdom 18:14-16; 19:6-9 * Psalm 10:2-3, 36-37, 42-43
Luke 18:1-8

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First Page Of My Untitled Story

** Summary: A high school boy finds happiness and love in a small, dreary town. Just when it seems like life can't get any better, he discovers that his new love interest may not be telling him everything about herself. As each of her secrets are unveiled, Destery finds himself in a difficult situation that he might not be able to pull himself out of. **


It all started on a bleak, dreary Monday as the hearse slowly made it's way down Weeping Willow Street. Cautiously, it came to a stop in front of Melancholy High. Yes, the school looks exactly as it sounds- Sad. With it's old, deteriorating brick walls and splintery wood desks, MHS looks to be the king of all things pitiful. But as Destery Maddox climbed out of that God-awful car he spotted the one thing that made every guy's time there a little more bearable- Juliette Anderson. She was a dream with long, silky black hair and ice blue eyes that seemed as though they could see straight to your heart. For as long as he could remember, Destery had longed to caress her porcelain-like skin and to feel those soft, rose colored lips against his. Just one glimpse of that girl was enough to make his heart ache like no other. Followed by a heavy sigh, Des started up the crumbling front staircase. Just as he reached the door handle a delicate, almost transparent hand brushed against his. Mesmerized, his gaze ran from that hand up to the smiling face of none other than Juliette. "Hello.", She greeted him. "H-Hi", Des stammered back. Something strange was happening to him. His mouth became dry, Sweat soaked his palms and for not being a man of many words..He was truly at a loss. It was official- His heart was captured. And nothing could break the strong spell of love that was unknowingly cast upon him by that black-haired beauty. Or so it seemed.

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What virtues are opposed to 7 Capital or Deadly Sins

Humility is opposed to Pride
Generosity to covetousness
Chastity to lust
Meekness to anger
Temperance to Gluttony
Love to envy and
Diligence to Sloth


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First Day

Well, it’s finally here
Seems so funny I should say finally
Cause to me, I can’t believe it’s time
Though I know for you it’s been so hard to wait
But finally the wait is over
And today is your first day of school
This morning you awoke before I
And I could see the excitement in your eyes
For once I didn’t have to prod
To get you dressed brush your teeth and hair
For once it was me moving much too slow
As I walked you down to the bus
Watched your smile as you stepped on
I couldn’t help but cry
And think how silly it must’ve looked
For tears to be running down a grown mans face
As I watched the bus roll away
I started thinking about your day
And all the new things you’d get to do
Your first lunch, your first recess
Your first venture without me into a brand new world
As the day went on it gave me time to think
My God, you’re growing up!!!
Soon you’ll be on your own
With a family, a house, and all too soon you’ll…
But then the bus brought you home
The grin on your face as you came running
The way we fell over when you jumped into my arms
The joy of your voice telling about your day
All reminded me that, hey, we have so much time
Until you grow up, so much to share along the way
And that today was only
Your first day

NOTE*** This is from my CD A Father’s Love Letters
To listen to the CD please visit

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Till Death Do Us Part

Honey, it's hard that you're miles away
How I wish you can be here by tomorrow
tomorrow can turn out to many tomorrows
From sadness of missing each other to happiness wishing forever

If one day there's a war, they would call you and I cannot say no
How sure are you they will never call
Honey, I don't wish to be left alone with our children
They would need a father figure and you're not there

I need you there with me even though I don't know much about you
All I know is you're searching for someone like me
I'm sorry to say that I need you too
To help the people of God surrounding me

No one would like me because I'm disable
I want them to see, they thought wrong about me
I'm trying to do the best I can
Sometimes the one I did is better than them

Prudence of working hard
Tolerance and time are needed to reach success
Being together to plan of moving forward
To reach happiness, till death do us part

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The dove lit on the ledge outside the lady's room,
Back and forth with pieces of straw we watched him zoom--
For a nest he was building with the help of his mate,
There she would lay her eggs--she couldn't be late.

Tiny babies hatched with great big mouths to feed-
Mom and Dad worked hard to feed their babes on seeds,
The young ones grew up so very, very fast-
To teach them to fly-the time came at last.

Mom and Daddy dove looked at the lady in the bed,
Probably thinking that maybe she needed to be fed-
My patient laughed, for in bird lore she was famed-
She taught in the high school which bore her name.

"They are really so sweet for they are thinking of me"--
She said as a tear dripped down on her knee,
"The babies are flying and leaving the nest,
They now have some free time to get some good rest."

Doves are snow white because they're so pure,
Innocent and trusting, they could  also cure--
Men's bitterness and hatred respond to the "coo",
With musical voices that bring love to us too.

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Memento Amor

Just the other night, I had a dream about you and I 
Redefined love, whenever I look deep into your eyes 
At this point in time, no words could even describe 
The mesmerizing feeling that has engulfed me deep inside 
In this very dream of mine 

So I will try to explain as best as I can to you 
To capture true emotions in a clear view 
Like a camera do, 
As we pan back to Myers Park High School 

Can you see me standing out in the crowd 
Constantly thinking with a lit cigarette 
Contemplating phrases of what to say 
And how I'm feeling toward such a beautiful brunette 

Having every line rehearsed 
I'd say it to you today 
Then you looked into my eyes 
And they all just slipped away 

In class, sitting right next to you 
You asked me why my tongue's so tied 
I've tried to make sense of all these things I feel inside 
I've been searching for the perfect words to say 
Through the eyes, they've been said a thousand times 
But they will mean more today.

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' Mind - Meld ... '

“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …

… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities

Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A  Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter

Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map

How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries

… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us,  And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …

We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’

( … and Guess What,  Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )

… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries  ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery …                 ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )

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I'm Ugly

I’m Ugly
Ijust do not understand on why I can’t never get a girlfriend
I go to school and try to talk to a girl
But she end up dissing me
Talking about me behind my back
Calling me ugly  
And when my buddies tell me the news
I get discourage
And when I come home I go to the bathroom
And look into the mirror trying to see if it’s true
The mirror breaks I started to cry because I’m ugly
And I cannot fix my face I never wish to be this ugly
But I guess my mother lie to me
Because she said I was handsome I try to look the best that I can be
13But it seems to be worthless because none of the girls are impress
They always go for them boys that’s popular and looks the best
But they never go for them boys that looks less attractive on the outside
But more attractive on the inside
Sometimes I wish that girls were more mature on what they look for
From a man but I guess they will always pass the good men by
Sometimes I ask God why he made me so ugly
Why couldn’t he make me fine as hell so all the girls can love me then
But I guess I will always be dreaming because no girls love me
And when I see the other dudes date the girls I love or fantasize
I get mad because they are only going with them for sex
But they usually have success on doing it
Come back to school the next day and see the girls I desire pregnant
I hate when Valentines comes around
Because I don’t have no girl to give a gift to or make love to
Watching couples make love through my window
Thinking like damn why that couldn’t be me
Man I’m sick of being lonely
Sometimes I wish I had a girl like Brooke Valentine
A smart, pretty, and sweet girl that fears God
But I know this will never be true because I will never find a girl just like
But **** it let me stop crying
Because someday I will find me a girl that’s perfect for me
And I don’t know why my reader is laughing but this is how I feel at times
I wish I had a girl as a friend that can encourage me at times to build my
self-esteem back up
But I guess it will never happen because my self-esteem will always be
low until I finally get that one girl I desire

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Group of Catholic Converts--Renewal Ministries

An Encounter with the Messiah

In two shows from The Choices We Face,
Debra Herbeck shares how her Jewish upbringing
A Family tragedy led her to a personal encounter
Of the Messiah to the Catholic Church

Ralph Martin’s Story of Conversion

Ralph Martin shares his conversion story
From roots of his faith in Ireland
His Catholic upbringing in New Jersey
Search for truth and meaning in the turbulent 1960’s

A Place Called Home

Award winning documentary hosted by Ralph Martin
Chronicles the inspiring conversion stories of 5 individuals
A powerful tool to help others see and believe
In the power of God to change our lives!

The Wanderer Returns

These two shows from The Choices We Face
Well known singer Dion speaks candidly
About his rise to stardom 
His journey back to the Catholic Church

Crossing the Goal-Our Father
2 disk DVD/ Approximately 4 hours

Focusing on the Our Father
The Crossing the Goal team presents
A powerful game plan for incorporating the Wisdom
Of this prayer to everyday life

Renewal Ministries 

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tears in my eyes

Tears in my eyes
I cry

I miss you baby
I just want to
Hold you tight
Make sure everything
Is alright

Be there for
Through the tough
I want to
Open the door
To good times

The memories
We had…
Good, mostly

Tears in my eyes
I cry

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*********Too Late

As a little girl she would say
“Daddy, Let’s go outside and play.”
But Daddy would never go
He never let his love for her show

In grade school she grew to love art
Although she won many awards, her dad never took part
She always wondered if he was proud of her
Yet he never expressed what his feelings were

In 8th grade she won the lead in the school play
She couldn’t wait to run home and tell Dad that day
Though she rambled on and on, he didn’t say a word
And as he stared at the TV, she wondered if he’d even heard

As a freshman she got asked to prom
By the basketball captain, whose name was Tom
She walked on air the rest of the day
But couldn’t help but worry what Dad would say

Just before graduation, while out with a friend
She never even saw the sign, marked Dead End
The last thought she had before passing on
Was “Will Dad even miss me when I’m gone?”

To the funeral, hundreds of people came 
And although her father still looked the same
You couldn’t hide the grief upon his face
His heart was filled with empty space

He finally realized what he had done
His heart had been so set on having a son
If only he could take back all the times
When he’s passed up reading her nursery rhymes

For the first time in years, her father shed a tear
Finally whispering the words she’d always longed to hear
“Sweetheart, I know now it’s too late,
But you’ll always be my little girl. I love you, Kate.”

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Those books which were rejected by the Council of Hippo
Being non-biblical belong to what is called the Apocrypha
These books of the Bible
They are often well worth reading as they offer much historical information

Not otherwise available
Some of these stories
Slightly heretical tendencies

The Catholic use of the word “Apocrypha”
Defined aboveShould be distinguished from the incorrect Protestant use of the word
Protestants use this term to designate the seven books of the Bible included in the Catholic Bible canon

But not accepted or found in Protestant Bibles
These seven books are
Tobit, Judith, Wisdom, Sirach
1 and 2 Maccabees and parts of Esther and Daniel

Protestants call the books
Found in the Catholic
The Pseudepigraphal books

Copyright, 2005, 2002, 1987 & 1981 BY DEVORE & SONS,INC.

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Jesus Christ Deal

Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Jesus Christ stopped Him
Told the Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Just don’t destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary
You have found favor from God

Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus Christ
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Jesus Christ created a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In there people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions

There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
Second is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they love Jesus Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved

Jesus Crist is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

J.R.M. 11162011

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You came back
Reasons you lack
Did I cry?
So much
Did you go nuts?
Why did you leave?
I cried until I heaved
I missed you
I just want to wish you
A happy life
Some day you will 
Be someone’s wife
Taking care of kids and bills

You came back
With reasons you lacked
How long will you stay? 
Forever is what I pray
Don’t leave again
If you do please tell me when
Next time pack for good
Because I never would…
Missed you then…
Kiss you then…
you will be gone
we would be done

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Daddy and Jasmine

Daddy: I tried to throw aside childish ways. But to no avail.  I was already in jail the day you 
came into this world.  When I first saw the tiny little girl.  I had her named "Jasmine", my 
heavenly pearl.
Jasmine: Now little Jasmine has been wondering where daddy is.  She wonders if it's her fault 
or his.  Who's to blame?  It doesn't  matter it hurts all the same.  No need to point fingers at 
mommy or daddy and calling names.  That would just cause more pain.   And harder to 
       Little Jasmine wonders how much longer he'll be gone.  She notices other little girls with 
their fathers at home.  She's embarrassed her daddy's not around but continues on.  She's 
learned to be strong.  It's been so long since daddy was there for her birthday.  Today she 
had a school play.  She was so nervous, yet no one encouraged her, she would do okay.  
Jasmine is used to daddy being M.I.A.
       Over the years she's learned a lot.  She can't help but miss daddy - she's not a robot.  
She wants to tell him her dreams of being an astranaut.  But he's not around, to take her to 
the play ground, and spin her on the merry go round. Last week she learned to ride her bike 
and to swim.  She's learning to live her life without him.
Daddy:  Don't you dare think I don't care.  Because I was not there to braid your hair.  I was 
young and dumb  Always on the run. Like my own father - that's who I've become.  A lot of 
mistakes. But I wanted so bad to be a father for your sake.  Not being in your life was 
tremendous heartache.  I am sorry for not being there to play patty-cake.
       I wish I had been there to see you in school plays.  Wish I had seen you blow out 
candles your last eight birthdays.  As the years passed, I've achingly watched you grow up in 
photographs.  I've thought about you every single day.
       I did my best to stay in touch, with letters, cards, pictures and such.  Just to let you 
know, you ere missed so much.  I enjoyed every single letter you wrote to me.  I was so 
proud to be your daddy.  I was surprised to see a ten year old be so smart.  Sending your 
own letters in the mail to me touched my heart.  Because you thought of me like I thought of 
you.  Now that shows a fathers value!  I do promise to be there in the long run.  Daddy loves 
you Jasmine Ann Anderson!
Note:  A child spells love " T.I.M.E."!  Another man can never take my place as a "father', but 
he can definately take my position!  I had to learn this the hard way......

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Setting Aside Distractions 11112011


A FRIEND FORWARDED me a silly “chain” email recently that read
“If your house caught fire 
You only had time to grab one thing before getting out to safety
What would it be? 

I believe it offered the stipulation that your family could all get out on their own
The point of this guery was to help you gauge what one material object 
Holds the most meaning for you
A photo album? A computer? A piece of jewelry?

The point of this Gospel passage is that when the choice is between God and anything else there should be no contest
If we are too bogged down with our stuff
Whether those material objects
Interior anxieties or superficial glitz

We could miss the ways God is inviting us 
To be agents for creating better world
Try to set aside all distractions for an hour or two
See what you are missing!

Wisdom 13:1-9 * Psalm 19:2-5
Luke 17:26-37

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Its that kind of love

I messed around and fell in love, ya'll.  I know what you're thinking too. 
How could someone like me ever fall in love?  I'm just as surprised.  I had 
plenty of friends who fell for "the one" only to see it end miserably, so I had 
lots of examples of why not to take the plunge.  But damn it if love didn't 
come sneaking up on me.  But a pleasant surprise it has been.  But this isn't 
an ordinary love.  
This isn't some high school love. Not a I like you today but who knows how 
I'll feel tomorrow kind of love. Not a you're just the flavor of the month kind 
of love. 
This is an adult kind of love.  A mature kind of love.  A strictly for the grown 
and sexy kind of love. 
This is a I didn't meet the one but instead I met my other half kind of love.  
It's a I didn't know how incomplete I was until she came into my life and 
showed me things about myself I never knew kind of love.  
It's a can't wait to grow old with you kind of love. It's a not just about me 
but now about us kind of love.  It's a whatever I do I do it for you kind of 
But it's not a perfect love.  It's a work in progress but always on the right 
track kind of love.  It's a sometimes we argue about stupid things but I can't 
ever stay mad at her kind of love.  It's a she never sugarcoats the truth 
because she knows I need to hear it kind of love.  
It's an even if we break up we could never be just friends because you have 
deeply impacted my world that you will always be my best friend kind of 
This is a complex kind of love but it is mine.  
Damn I messed around and fell in love.

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Remembered Past

Remembered boy along these lines Remembered roughness through our tough times Remembered blue eyes with his laughing look Remembering him reading me like an open book I called him up the other day With so many memories for me to say I haven't spoke to him in over a year And I can't remember from him my last tear Remembered walks and remembered talks Remembering his slyness just like a fox Remembered our high school years with each other Remembering the wrestling-match with me and his brother Remembering old songs he used to dedicate to me Remembering 7 long years of us smoking bomb tree Remembering deep talks and the tears we have shared Somewhere along the lines then were we the cutest pair The pictures taken of him and I Remembering nothing unasked or a why Remembering bus rides down the 38 Remembering his love and never experiencing his hate I remember calling him in front of my fireplace back at home Remembering our plans that were once set in golden stone I remember the years I spent by his side Somehow hasn't completely yet died I remember his smile and his familiar touch Way back when I loved him so much My pureness to him I chose once to give up Back when we were just kids --- just little pups But still throughout high school our love stood proud and tall Taller and taller and taller than the Berlin Wall Now years later he's back to reunite Back as best friends --- never having to fight But with him he's brought a new piece of him For I see Sophie has scored her perfect 10 Back a bit taller and a bit wiser than before Back into my life into my newly-opened doors And it hurts more than it ever has before It hurts over all over again on top of all my past sore To see him with her is a blessing I do confess But our strong past history is being a pest I smile for him, I talk to him, I make him laugh I released his true love from a contradicting, jaded, wrath Back to his arms she is home once again Watching my new best friend score his prize and win I look at him now to the man he's become And give her props because she's truly won To see a smile across his gentle face And to watch him set his everlasting champagne glass on a beautiful lace Would make life worth all of the while And make me happy to see his well-deserved, happy smile

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Twenty Haiku

Now she sits down, head
hung low as my soul,
picking at the grass

Her head’s on the desk
counting out the syllables
just like me

When the moment calls
ah, what use are syllables
let’s break the cycle

Five seven five five
five seven five seven five
five seven five five

Tick tock, going round
and round and round and round and
round and round and round

As eons crawl by
the moments repeat themselves
only for those who listen

Facsimile smiles
she told me this yesterday
and I know the secret

“Cut it out guys, it’s
serious as a heart attack”
that was good timing

A hole on the knee
a hole in her jeans
a hole in my soul, oh yeah

Counting out the words
what utter futility
what else in our lives?

Eight bars of light sit
on the ceiling, letting us
see what we are doing

Impeach Bush and Cheney
says the orange bracelet

until they all come home, I
will wear this yellow bracelet
to show my solidarity

Hair stands on my hand,
blown by the breeze
of the air-conditioner

A silver cross is hung
from the fire alarm
blown as well on the breeze

Under the sun, we
play out our peaceful lives
never stopping to think

Dammit, go away
sit down, because you
are the freak

“Nice guys finish last”
stop talking to my lady
well, not really my lady

This feeling,
I must deal with it

Dangerous, dangerous lady!
Don’t you know you’re heading down
the road to heartbreak?

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End of the line

I see a boy who doesn't fit in,
The others see a jock.

I see an unhappy boy,
taken for granted,
and tossed aside when thing get hard.
The others see a boy with a perfect smile,
happy in life,
and fits in with the crowd.

I see a plastered smile,
a wounded soul,
and a broken heart.

Others see a charming jokester,
loving towards what is his,
with a carefree life. 

Others can replace him, 
I want to keep him.

He does not notice me,
I wait in line,
others cut me,
all they want is the newest toy, 
I want love for him and me,
all I get is disappointment.

His sad eyes call to me,
he will look but will not see.

I am the invisible, 
the lost,
the hurt,
the lonely,
and the forgotten.

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The study of life.
A very interesting sub-
Ject. I just love it.

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Untitled #164 / "Point A"

“The rope is most likely
to break at point A”

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Untitled #170 / On a roll

On a roll
(In physics class at least)

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Brick Wall

Feels like I'm going 100 in a 35.
CRASH! Smack into a brick wall.
It's like I'm going nowhere, nowhere at all.  
Home.  Work.  Love and Relationships.  School.
You name it, and I'm pretty much losing the game.
Nothing is the same.
I know everything changes.
But something along the way has to change for the good instead of the bad.
It's been a long time since the good has come along for me.
And then, just when I think I see the good coming?
CRASH!  BOOM!  BANG!  Everything crumbles.
In the blink of an eye. 
An instant.
A snap of the fingers.
And the pain, it begins to linger.  
It's always been there you see.
I'm just good at hiding.
But only for so long.
Everyone has their breaking point.
Including me.  I'm only so strong.
I can only endure the pain for so long.
The brick wall is hit. 
The dam bursts.
And out pours the anger, the tears, the pain.
And it hurts.

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my heart lept

My heart leapt
A mile
When I seen that
Wonderful smile
I even cried
for awhile
but that’s just
not my style

we had some
good times
wish we would
of had more times
good times

but now I cant
think of what to do
because I miss

I just miss you...


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Someone once told me
No one on this earth is perfect
And I believe it
But loyalty can be perfect
You never played 
You can say unconquered
Real love is immortal
Its eternal
No matter where we could be
Houston, Atlanta, L. A, or Norcross  
With money or without it 
You’re still with me
But you help me assemble 
All kinds of problematical puzzles 
Hoping time will get better 
Like they said 'Until death do you apart” 
I just hope you'll be mine 
Until the end of time

You can take my breath from me
By seeing you by my side
Keeps me well alive 
You made my life into an oasis 
One in a billion 
Mother of my progeny 
Me without you 
Is like body without spirit
I know my home girls
Sometimes worry you
My vision is with you 
Your loyalty makes it not blurry
Your innocence is still strong 
I reminisce on the first time we met
I cancel important family meetings
And I do not care to see 100 missed calls
From the angry siblings 
To stay with you and watch your favorite movie 
Which is the legendary Forrest Gump
You never cared if I was financially stable
2 years with you feels only 2 months

My love for you has no boundaries whatsoever
Where would I be if we didn’t came across? 
I know I wouldn't hold the life that I have
I know I wouldn't finish high school 
I'd probably be with my red crew up to no good
Or still have an intense problematic attitude
Or staying in a deep sleep like my old friends 
Inside my sepulcher with a tombstone
The day that I saw you in the hall way
Was the most beautiful soul I ever saw
You were new to the district strait from Berlin
I taught you English and you taught me German 
You changed my life completely
Made me break up with that green eyed 
And purple colored haired Marry Jane 
Also known as White Widow or White Rhino 
And made me cut all bad influences
Changed my attitude completely
From problematic to only politeness
My parents use to ask 
James is it really you? 
You wanted me just for you    
I call you Loyalty 
When I was lost in this devilish world
You made me get back on the road 
You and I will always make one whole

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true love

I thought that there was no such thing as true love. I had been hurt so many times, but you 
make me feel as if I am the queen. I can't get enought of you and I hope you will never 
leave my side. Through thick and thin promise me you will be there. When I need a helping 
hand or when I need to cry on your shoulder. I love you with all my heart and soul and 
always will. Don't throw this heart away, boy because if you do you will end up regretting it. I 
have my fears and worries but I know that you will be there. Holding me all the way keeping 
me sane as I try to finsih high school and this program. Encouragement is all I need. I don't 
have a family well at least I didn't until you came into my life. I want you to be my true love 
my soul mate. Many times I will cry and try to push you away because I won't feel that I am 
worthy of your love. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I love you. I pray 
every night that you won't hurt me like I have been hurt before. I want to be loved for who I 
am and not what I have. Value me like you do for the way I am. It amazes me to find a guy 
who will wait to have sex until I am ready. Most men just want that, but not you all you want 
is me. I love you and don't want you to throw my heart away. It's been hurt too many times 
before and I want to be with you. I will never hurt you for all I have is love for you, so I beg 
you be my true love and don't throw my heart away to the bottomless pit.

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Stress and Pain

One big happy said fairytale
Take the pain and no gain
Take the slights and not retribution
Take it all in without an out.

Exploding from the inside out
In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery
Never knowing what it’s like to be just okay
Never knowing what it’s like to have love unconditional

Hated and revered 
Don’t show them the pain 
They don’t understand,
You are the one that is in wrong. 

Take it all 
Deal with it
Live with it
It’s your fault he’s like this

You carried him
You made him the way he is. 
Deal with the pain and suffering
Deal with the stress and the dirty looks

It’s always your fault 
No one else’s 
You should know that by now. 
Take you punishment and like it

God’s listening but this is his plan
Pain and suffering for those that screw up
No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. 
No salvation for the wicked souls of men

Shut it up 
Swallow it down
No one cares
No one’s around

No tears will make a difference
No whining will help the cause
No yelling will change people’s minds
No matter what you do you won’t be accepted

So….why try? 
Be yourself no one else
If they don’t like to hell with them
To hell with you and your self loathing

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Dear Friend

Dear Friend,

I write you this letter,

To show you why this friendship will last forever.

When I'm ever down,

You're the only one that can turn it around.

When I shed a tear,

You wipe it away and tell me, "I'm here".

When I'm having a bad day,

You always know the right thing to say.

You make me laugh and smile,

And always encourage me to walk that extra mile. 

You're the only one that was there.

You're the only one that said, "I care".

We may annoy each other,

But we'll always be together.

Even though things don't go right,

You're the reason why I stand up and fight.

You're my best friend,

And we'll always be together til the end.

With love,

Your angel from above


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Gates Of God's Decision

One Hour into school and im hearing news but not believing
what they say,it comes again
in the form of wicked sadness destroying seamen rank by rank
adn my tears fall inside like flanks,in my shaking head
I hold this in mind
and let truth behold all i might not see and death brings me closer to the seams
of life and im so afraid
im a coward of time and i've got so many cards I dealt 
but the ace is hidden by my side
and lastnight it was Sunday May 5th 2008
and somehow we they got there late
I just know it was'nt your time but we all will be fine 
you will be missed and we'll remember this time when we had to say goodbye
and our tears flow like new life
and at the drop of a hat,
a mother lost a daughter,father lost a girl,we lost an angel 
and God gained your grace students lost a hero,I know im way past my limit 
so why do I write still,but i know somehow i'll prove you're living in our brain
Mrs.Gates we miss you dearly as you glowed with day 
and will always be remembered not erased

 "This Poem/Song is dedicated to the Family,Friends,Students and staff who 
were touched by this Angel's Grace,R.I.P. Mrs.Gates"

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Before Puberty toward Maturity

I was abused before puberty,
But I did my share of abusing.
And I was bruised before puberty,
But have spent some time bruising.
I was used as an adolescent,
Yet threw some out with the using.
I was infused as a adolescent,
But my words are said "too infusing".
I was confused as a new student;
Now I am labeled as "confusing".
I was a diffused college graduate,
But now I am thought to be diffusing.
I was accused as a married man;
Yet, I, admit I was so accusing.
I was refused as a separate man,
But I have not gone on refusing.

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One tear for him saying he loved her and will be there
One tear for her falling for him and just wanting him near
For him not using a condom..thats one more tear
One tear for each of the 3 months, that passed
One tear from the fear of the pregnancy test she did not pass
One tear for her high school education she watched float away
One tear for her young age of 14 and not knowing any other way
One tear for her suggestion of the situation "getting handled" in a certain way
One tear for his rage as he wanted the baby regardless to stay
One tear for her telling  him that it was the best choice
One tear because he didn't let her exercise pro-choice
One tear for her persuading him and agreeing he'll go
One tear because when that day came, where he was, she didn't know
One tear for the pain she endure all by herself
One tear for the blood that stained her panties when she got home
One tear for he never again called her phone
and shed one more tear because she has to cry all of these tears alone
                                                  -Akiyah Francis

(Dedicated to my best friend and myself for the struggle we both had to endure, at least we
did it together)

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Lost Fight

To the man who was never there
There are moments that can never be relived 
Those are the moments that you’ll never remember 
My first day of school, my first crush, my first date, 
my first prom, and my high school graduation
All of these you’ve missed
And I will always remember that you did 
Tears were happy and sad
The fact that I am always your daughter 
But you have never taken the time to really be my dad
I’ve done everything but I cant anymore
I may be your daughter but
I wont fight for your time or you anymore
My tears are done, my anger finished 
Soon I’ll be married and my last name changed 
Its time that I relinquish and give up a long ago 
Lost Fight

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Pink Is O.K.

don't you just love 
the skin your in?
dimples on your cheeks 
when you smile and grin
light and darkness make beauty begin
blending  elegance and cuteness
from forehead to chin
your eyes
for the very first time i've seen
"The windows of the soul"
your hair 
I would prefer black or grey
but for now, i guess pink is O.K.
don't you just love the skin your in?
i do

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My Mom

She's not rich
  but can have money in her pocket
She's not perfect
  but she doesn't do everything wrong
She doesn't have the best attitude
  but she's not the meanest person you'll contact
She may not be fine to you
  but she's pretty to me
She's not yours
  but she's mine
She's not at the peak of her life
  but she's not at the bottom of the barrel
She might think it's taking too long
  but she knows that God will step in right on time
She may not have many friends
  but Mama Jo and I are numbers 1 and 2
She's not a counselor
  but she gives me advice anytime
She doesn't have a college education
  but she does have her high school diploma
She may not be the smartest person
  but she knows a lot
She's not the Lord and cannot work miracles
  but she's my mom,
She's the best mom
  and no one can do it better.

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Secret Love

We always want the one
We can't have, right?

When in grade school
Popular boy, cute and bright

On to high school and
No one I wanted did I land

Then to college men
For several had a yen

Even to this adulthood
Wanted someone I shouldn't 

I would really like to see
Someone who feels the same about me

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it was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Time I spent
What I did

It was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

I lived crying
Not eating 
Hoping you 
Would forgive me

It was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Was how long 
I sat there in 

it was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Is how long
It took you
To forgive

Why, because
It is you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

was how long
it took you to say
sorry after the

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Was the longest
Two weeks of
My life

Because of 

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A cup of my own

I handed over my reading log to the librarian. Then
she reached into a cardboard box under the counter
and pulled out the coffee cup
and in that moment
I knew it was my own.

The cup was heavy as a melon in my hands, peach-colored
and shaped like an apple.
I devoured the quote printed on its side:
“I always imagined that Paradise
was a kind of library”

Alone with my cup at home
I boiled a pot of water.
As I selected my flavor of tea I
caressed the cup, running my fingers up and down
its smooth curviness.

A whistle in the background. Now is the time.
I poured in the boiling water
added the teabag
and a moment later
standing alone in the kitchen
I raised the cup to my lips
and made it my own.

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What effect has Lust on our souls

Lust begets in our souls a distate for holy things
Perverted conscience
Hatred of God
Frequently leads to complete loss of faith

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Before there was an Adam,
Before there was an Eve,
God looked down into the vastness
"What a waste, I do believe."

Then He created the sun, stars and moon,
Saturn, Mars and Uranus too.
The Universe spread forth it's girth
And He created one more, Earth.

He worked His wonders creating,
A heaven here on Earth,
Filled the skies with soft white clouds,
And the lilting songs of the birds.

God created Adam to share this wealth,
But soon His heart did grieve,
When He noticed how lonesome Adam was
He then created Eve.

Through the years God blessed this species,
With Faith they did prevail,
He gave them Hope to carry on
And Love to show they care.

Once more God blessed a man
With a woman who'd next to him stand,
The day Marietta took Orville's hand,
God smiled down and said, "Amen."

                         Cile Beer

This poem was written to celebrate Orville and Marietta
Gallino's last wedding anniversary.  Orville was a noted 
bull rider and bull fighter from the Sand Hills of Nebraska.  
He was very involved with High School Rodeo as well as a rancher.  
He died of a rare disease and we miss him very much.

written 2003

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Don't belong

Me being here is like a lion stuck with a cage of elk. I'm so different from the rest. You stand around hopeless and relentless. I stand here with hope and full of strength. Can't you see the differences? It's like being in a hazard. We aren't a good combination, It's like mixing fire with ice. I'll burn bright while the rest of you melt. You are all the same, Scared of your own shadow. Can't you see I don't belong here, Stop being the same, Don't be afraid to be yourself. Or maybe, you are all truely the same. Oh, well if so, I'm not worried about you. I've got someone like me at home.

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As The Old Year Ebbs, Then Dies

As The Old Year Ebbs, Then Dies by Rick Rucker As the Old Year ebbs, then Dies, I can't believe how fast time flies! It seems like only yesterday, That high school came, then passed away. Then college, too, passed in a minute, Sometimes, I feel like I'm still in it. You came too, then you left, Leaving me, of Love, bereft. I know, if You can see, That You are very glad for me! I have welcomed to my Life, The One that says she'll be my Wife, So We can share our Love and Pain, And We can both live again! I know You want the Best for me, And I hope that you can see That, although she's not like You, I can also love her True! From your place in Heaven, looking down, You'll see I no longer wear a Frown! I am happy, so is She, Both ecstatic, actually, You and I will talk, from time to time, Though mostly through my rhyme, So, in closing, let me say, May we both have another Blessed Day!

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i wonder 
i wander
i love you
i love the fact that you have no idea

of who i am

let's keep it this way



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What a Lost Soul

Since I am Here The Veil grows Stronger but, You're not here for me I'm just-- Another Lost Soul you know, The people you find on the curbs on streets, During Rainy Days not going anywhere but Deeper into their own Disease but, It's not a disease, for they look for cures for diseases Here the patient cares not Only I could say something like that but since I'm here I just might as well sit on the curb on a rainy day and drown in a new-state-disease what A lost soul I am never enough could satisfy always more What a Lost Soul

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My Family's Resolution of 2008

I pray to God in that 2008
The bad qualities of my family will change
All need to be changed into good qualities
Especially in my sister and me

I pray that we'll go to church much more
And get to know God a little more
I pray to God that we'll get saved
And never go back to our old ways

I pray that my dad will no longer nick-pick
And stop accusing so quick
That he'll go to work everyday
And help pay the bills so that we won't get evicted

I pray that my mom will go back to work
And change her attitude
Or that she'll get a financial blessing
And no longer be held down by headaches caused by stressing

I pray that my sister will become a better person all around and a better mother
And that she keeps going to school to get hers and stop following others
That she won't drop out of school anymore
Stop running the streets, be home with her son, because it's nothing but trouble outside 
        those doors

My prayer for me is to get a better attitude
To do good in everything that I do
To remain stress free
And to pass all my classes so that I can get my degree

My prayer for me and my family is that we will all get blessed with a well paying job
And get to know and get closer to God
To stop all the arguing and animosity
And to just be a happy family

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High School Crush

High school crushes are not just emotional feelings; they're blushing, too. If he has a
crush on her, she has a crush on him. And if she has a crush on him, he has a crush on
this girl, too. All teenagers don't even know that they have a crush on either, unless he
and/or she tells him and/or her. Among all high school teenagers, there's a difference
between love and lust, especially when they have daydreams about that individual. I
remember my sophomore year when I had a crush on this girl. Everybody knows that these
crushes will eventually turn to love and most intimate relationships will be unbreakable.
Sometimes crushes don't last for more than 24 hours, but some of them do. And even if he
and she don't get into a relationship after telling each other that they have a crush on
each other, at least they're still friends. That's all that matters. And if these high
school crushes continue to increase, there's no stopping it. I wonder if there's going to
be an intimate relationship for all young couples?

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My Art

Lying in darkness
losing my mind 
...but still attempting to retrieve it

my sanity
and i lay there with
the straight razor i jacked

from the high school art room
used to make things beautiful
this is my art

hold it to my skin
not too much pressure
not sure i want to regress yet

then decide, who cares?
just a little scratch
if they see, just lie with my eyes to the floor

yes they know they can tell
my eyes dart from floor to ceiling
ultimately telling the truth

and trying to save me
but when the scratches deepen
i can only save me

too deep and too many
they start to add up
the skin is like canvas

this is my art
such beautiful hues of red
and drying almost black

i keep regressing
and breaking promises 
and i still love you

but i love my art

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Tears dying on my cheeks
Song ringing in my ears
Sobs still hiccuping in my chest
Eyes still softly leaking tears.
But there will be a happy ending
There will be a brighter day
There will be sunshine on my shoulders
And sweeter things to say. 
I will have a place where I belong
And friends who will keep in touch
I'll have a brighter future
And promises will mean much.
I will somehow make it through this
Even if I have to walk alone
But I'll make it; I'm almost there
Somehow, I'll make it home.

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If I could take away this distance
move this school nearer Denton
I'd do it within an instant
I wish that I could walk to see you
or take a minute drive
I could see you a lot more often
whenever you were on my mind
I could walk up to your front door
and ring the bell all the time
And if I did not have schoolwork
we could go out to dinner
almost every night
I could always kiss you goodnight
just pull you in and squeeze you real tight
I could be there if you were real sad
I could hold you if you felt real bad
In the summer we could take walks
and sit on swings in the park
When winter came I'd get a blanket
and keep you warm on the couch
And you could see me in my dorm
to say hello on study nights
It would be such a pleasant surprise
you would be such a wanted sight
It would be so nice to see you
It would be so nice to see you

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From Our Parents to Us

always taught
us that if we
want something, then we
have to go and get it.
It will not come to us.  My
dad told us that he wants us to
be better than he and my mom.  Go
to college and be somebody in life.

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thoughts from the past


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A Love Lost Through Space And Time

I left everything behind me
Thoughts of a life long ago gone
Left by the edge of an asphalt interstate
A long ago time
Now fading memories
Visions of a long love
The girl I should have married
Shared my life with
Grown old with
Fading in the dense grey fog of time
I can remember her hair
The smell of the shampoo she used
I remember our first kiss
So loving at that high school dance
I remember the first time I told her I loved her
I know why I wanted her in my life
That was so many years ago
Her face
Her eyes
Her lips are fading from my thoughts
I know why I loved her
I know why I still love her
Time and space will not give me another chance
Another chance to regain everything that I lost
She is long gone
And I will never find her again

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She's His

She runs harder, faster, when he's around.
Adrenaline courses through her veins.
The drumming in her ears comes from below,
As the palpatations race with every kiss.
The weight of high school drama is lifted off her shoulders,
The moment his arms close around her.
Her head becomes light as she catches her breath.
She feels as if she is flying and isn't sure if she'll ever land.
She doesn't mind.
Not one bit.
She could fly forever with him by her side.
Brushing her fears away, she silently agrees,
That she's fully his.

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Can I Really Give You The World Part 2

Chorus-You said Im always on the road always on the go
Said I need to spend time with you
Instead of making me seem like Im running on the low
You wanna put the ring on my finger and make me your wife
You want me to give you my life
But Can I really give you the world

Verse 1-I can remember very first time we saw each other
Back in high school and we still together
Fell in love with each other 
Looking at you made me reminice on the love we shared
I know that both of us really cared
Come on baby dont talk our love away
Things would get better I even send you letters
Just to let you know im still lovin you
Now you think about that and Im going to let you
Aint nothing gon change without me being here with you
So here I am there you are 
Thats where I want you to stand
By me like we were cause aint nothing going to change

Chorus-You said Im always on the road always on the go
Said I need to spend time with you
Instead of making me seem like Im running on the low
You wanna put the ring on my finger and make me your wife
You want me to give you my life
Look I will just be your wife and live as a family
But I can't really give you the world

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In Loving Memory

She’s looking out the window,
watching the rain fall down,
while all her hopes,
are being drowned,
while her heart,
is being broken.

She takes a deep breath,
and climbs out her window.
She wanders for a little while,
wondering what she’ll find.
Then, she sits,
in the middle of the road,
and gazed into the sky,
and watches the rain fall down on her.

She’s so amazed,
she didn’t see it coming,
a unknown bullet,
went right through her head.
I guess you could say,
it was a last request.

The next day,
three more suicides,
were committed.
But all of them,
left notes drenched in blood,
clutched in their hand,
they read:
“In Loving Memory Of All Those Kids Who Had To Go Through High school With No Friends.”

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Widow Maker

This letter is to the love of my life.
     My precious sweet angel, my darling little wife.
Darling, I’m writing this to let you know.
      Just six more days then they let me go.
Oh how I long for your tender touch.
      You’re all that I think of I love you so much.
This place is getting so bizarre and out of control.
       Some of these people I wonder if they even have a soul.
Six more days and I won’t look back.
      Carlos, the one in the picture I sent was killed in last nights attack.
Well we fought them back they didn’t have a chance.
      But we have to stay ready, you never know they may try to advance.
Oh and you remember Bobby Rodgers, my high school friend.
      Two miles back down the road , Bobby met his end.
Sugar I’m sorry I shouldn’t be telling you all this stuff.
     It’s just that I’m so lonely and I’ve had more than enough.
Just six more days and I’ll be coming home to you.
    To restart our life and make itzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

This was the letter she received two days before his body was brought home, 
back to friendly shores. 
    Said he was shot by a sniper right out front of headquarters doors.
They said he was going to be mustered out that night.
    And he wanted to surprise his wife and he didn’t tell her of the good news in 
this final write.
Another widow was made by this awful war.
    I just hope it wasn’t for oil, cause if it was I’ll park my stinkin car.

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nuffin pritty

i'm in a dark room looking for the sun
 you seem to be the only one and still i run- 
i think you think i'm playing games but this aint fun- 
i got to be heard on more levels than one
i gotta be seen like late night spleen 
up in ya dreams make ya grind ya teeth like dentyne
 ice drips down my back front of ya 'Lac
 already been kissed so push the seat back
 you think you gonna get it look at you so vain- 
looking at my lips i bet you thinking about brain
hand is in ya pocket checking ya wallet
 straight past the tens i'm looking for benjamins-
love is a business don't want to be friends-
 in it for the money and not for your interest-

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Writing sets me free.
It helps me get my point across.
When I am writing, no one is my boss.
The literary genre of my choice is poetry,
Because it creates the very image of my inner voice.
I’m not very talkative in fact:
People are surprised when they see me act like they act.
Back to the genre of poetry,
I like it because it sound like the lyrics of rap M.C.’s
Again, I say it lets you know,
The real me.

I had no idea that God gave me the gift of writing poetry.
I realized it when the so-called love of my life walked out on me.
It was the only nonviolent way of easing my pain, 
Because I had already done so many things to get over it that caused me shame.

Not only writing is a talent.
I have many hobbies some could call me a jack-of-all trades.
I love music, singing, scientific works, and reading books-that all people made.
Numerous talents have me unsure of what career to pick.
I don’t know what I should be.

I think sometimes that I want to be a singer, engineer, or teacher/scientist.
I often wonder, is all of that really me?
I have no clue of what I should do.
Maybe there is a way that I could mix,
All of these talents together.

Writing helps me get all of my thoughts out.
Maybe I should be a writer on various topics of my interests.
I am a quiet person so writing is way that I shout,
About my beliefs, attitudes, interests, and general. 

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There is a place

There is a place a lonely place
I love to go when I am sad
There is a place a quiet place
I know it since wee a lad
              And through the green rushes there flows
              A shining stream, a boy straying found
              Far from school room rigors, and the plow's
              Churning of the peanut lands so brown

There is a place a lovely place
That hushes a boy to sleep
And balm his tremors with its grace
So his lonely heart never weep
              For mother was busy earning a daily bread
              And father was only a learned man
              And school was such a bother to the head
              I needed a space that said "I can."

Now I am grown and far away
And care and toil wears me thin
I need my lonely place to stay
The river where the eddies spin
              For in a city's life I hear all day, the wail
              And sorrow of loud sirens, another child
              Have tried to fly, another dream that's fail
              To open, another longing for the lonely wild

There is a place a lonely place
I love to go when I am sad
And there is a face a haunting face
That makes the aching bad
              It's gone, it's gone the misty morning rose
              The sunlight dripping from leaf tips of dawn
              The balmy wind that from the mountain blows
              And she too, but not the lonely, lonely fawn.



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To Our Young people

For all that life has given me nothing is more greater than being a mom,
that is the one thing in life that I cherish the most is to have been able to be a part 
of  your lives to get to know each of you as the indiviuals that you are,And to 
have had the chance to grow with you and see where your lives would take you 
has been the best trip I've enjoyed,I know there are still more rides to enjoy on 
this road and I hope we continue to share those rides together whether good or 
bad I wouldn't want to share the ride with anyone else beside me except 
you,alway's knowthat whether I'm near or far,my heart and love will alway's be 
with you,to remind you your never far from my mind or thee heart, you have truly 
rewarded me in so many ways that I will never be able to repay you for the joy's 
and the lessons you have taught me,I only hope that when I've left your side that 
you have enough of my love in you to be able to walk on with all that I have tried to 
pass on to you,may it be enough to keep your heart strong.When i'm  no longer 
there to hear the words you speak in person or by phone and when your mind 
starts to play games of the loss you feel,I only hope the heart will go on to pump 
the love I have for you thru your veins as a vessel of my love ,my mother had 
alway's let me know in words that I was loved but it's important to me that you be 
able to read this when you feel the need to be sure where my heart lies,we will 
never agree completely on alot of things but that will never stop the love that flows 
thru my heart,keep these words close to  your heart  and let them alway's echo 
as a reminder of what I feel for you,my children.


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Highschool Crush

Living the college life style, amongst the crowd, I’m too old for a high school crush
Woman of different life style’s, grown and wild, I shouldn’t have a high school crush  

Too much pride, but not enough to hide this high school crush
In twined with mind, but too shy to deny my high school crush

To beautiful to lust, to precious to cuss, but damn I got a high school crush
The Lord must of graced her great angelic face, I see why I got a high school crush  

When I see her in the street my heart skips beat, I’m open cause of high school crush
When we meet smile and greet I think of how I would treat my high school crush

All I do is sit and dream about her being my lovely queen, she’s more than a high school crush
I like her to much to believe, I could show her what I mean, if I talk to my high school crush

I really must be bugging; I’m in need of some womanly loving, but only from my high school crush.

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The perfect girl

There’s a girl I see everyday.
And I want to be with her.
I see the guys she been with.
And they never see her the way I do
I’m tired of waiting for my chance.
She needs to lose the boys she with .
And get with me.
Her beautiful brown eyes.
Shine bright in the light.
Her smile would bright up the darkest day.
I want to show her.
How it feels to be loved.
And want to be the guy that.
Will love her no matter what.
Even if her make up is running down her face.
I want to be there and say she the most beautiful girl I’ve seen.
I can’t help feeling what I feel.
I want to be the guy to call her in three in the morning.
Just to say I love you.
I want to be the one to give her flowers just cuz it’s Monday.
She makes my whole world perfect even if its just for one second.
I bet your wondering who this girl is.
This girl is you.
all I ask for is one chance.
I want to be able to hold you in my arms till the bell rings.
Walk with you down the hallways.
And everybody stops and say, don’t they look cute together.
I want to be the guy that makes all your hom girls jealous.
You need to stop messing with these lil boys.
You need a man to guide you through your troubles 
A gangster love is wat I have to offer.
I want to show you how the good life lives.
To have no worries.
cuz I’ll be there to protect you.
So come on girl. Please be mine
You’re the perfect girl.
So I’ll ask you this
Will you be my girl?????

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Something That will Always Stay

She always wore braids,
With beads on the ends.
She was tall for her age,
And we were best friends.
We walked together to school everyday,
Than after school, we’d go to her house and play.
But we always had to do our homework first,
Then we got to go and play in the dirt. 
We did absolutely everything together.
Forever and always I will remember.
Like when we would run up the street,
To the 711 to get a blue slurpie.
Every Sunday, we’d have a barbeque,
And we’d fill our plates big enough for two.
One time she cut my hair really short,
And that haircut was never on the cover of vogue.
And one time her step dad had taken us fishing,
We had fun even though we didn’t catch anything.
We would pick out our clothes to dress just alike,
And after all that time we only hated each other twice,
We would always make up the very next day,
Our friendship is something that would always stay.
When you saw her, you always saw me,
And that’s the way it had to be.
Now this is a story that I dread to tell,
It all started when she rang my doorbell.
We were going to walk to school that day,
So we wouldn’t be late, we got on our way.
For some reason we were laughing uncontrollably,
You know, the kind of laughing that makes it hard to breathe.
I remember the smile on her face,
At that exact moment and at that exact place.
We laughed when we saw some boys running past,
Up until we heard a loud blast.
I stopped, and turned around and stared,
What I saw had made me very scared.
My mind went blank,
I felt my heart sink.
She was lying on the ground,
All I heard was my heart pound.
My mind was in a paralyzed state,
Her life was taken at the age of eight.
A drive by shooting caused in all,
The last thing I saw was watching her fall.
I stood there until my mom came and got me, 
I can’t believe she died right in front of me.
There’s been a void in my heart ever since,
I miss the sleepovers and dressing like twins.
I think about what she could have become,
Her future and things she could have done.
Then I am forced to think of the past,
And how her life was taken so fast.
I wipe a tear away from my eye,
I had watched my best friend die.
I miss everything about my best friend,
Forever and always until the end.

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Not my child in school acting like disobedient clown . When I'm not around . The 
teachers telling me this and that. How could this be? When they don't act like  
this around me.
Not my child in school in and out of their seat disrupting the class. How long will 
this last? Do I come to the school and bring correction with me? My child is a 
reflection of who I am.This is why correction is in place. Take your pick at the 
method that is used.My child will not abuse the teacher with excuses of of why 
they can't behave. A rod of correction will drive this foolishness out.
     My child will not be an embarrassment to me; acting like there's no home 
training.My child will do their classwork , pay attention, and follow along.Coming 
up to the school will no longer be an issue.
    My child is in school obeying all the rules. The parents and the teachers must 
work hand and hand;and the community please help when you can. My child  and
your will have a good start with helping hands that care.

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Dad and Scott carry the refrigerator into his dorm room
where mom makes the bed, smoothing the sheets 
and folding hospital corners with motherly precision.
Corey and I sit on the bean bag chair contemplating 
potential line width and dimensions 
of releasing boredom and staying out of the way. 

Dad has tears in his eyes and Corey whispers-
"that refrigerator must be heavy." 

I watch as Scott hugs mom, then dad;
I listen as he tells Corey to practice his soccer skills,
"maybe then you'll beat me next time we play."
Corey heard "maybe then you'll beat me"
while the words that stick with me are 
"next time we play." 

Scott held me long and tight 
like he wanted to tuck this moment away,
or maybe he wanted me to tuck it away.
To a fourteen year old with a high school career 
of invincibility to be felt, four years is infinity.

A boy whoops and pumps his fist from down the hall
as we look and see him waving out a window 
to his parents driving away.
Scott lets me go and gives a sheepish shrug of apology
for his hall mate because we both know,
he feels the same way.

I hold Corey's hand as we walk to the car
because that is what I need to be these next four years.
In the passenger seat my mom holds a box of tissues,
and in the rear-view mirror I can see dad's red eyes.
I put my arm around the back of Corey's seat
and whisper in his ear. 

And now it's me.
I'm gone but I'm not whooping
like the boy on Scott's hall when his parents rolled out,
what noise did he make after a day on his own,
after a week, a month, a year?
I'm on my third year and I'd still take a ride
in my parent's Volkswagon anytime I could,
just to walk through my house barefoot

When Corey looks at me I hope he knows I still think
about that day we became Scott's pen pal
and each others siblings. 
It wasn't about Scott leaving home,
but holding onto the four years that me and Corey 
still had...
so what is it now?

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Could Have Been Me

I have two brothers and that is it,
A sister would have made it perfect.
I met this girl and we hung out all the time,
I finally had a sister of mine.
Even though, we didn’t have the same family,
She was as real as a real sister could be.
And I was six years younger than her,
But that didn’t really seem to matter.
I knew her brother and her dad,
When I met her, her mom had just past.
I met her boyfriend and her cousins too,
Her only sister had died at age two.
One thing set her apart from the rest,
She would never settle for less.
She broke up fights and talked things out,
She was a peacemaker without a doubt.
Her brother and dad were in and out of jail,
For drug possession and intent to sell.
She graduated from high school with a 4.0,
And not one college she applied to said no.
There was not one time she didn’t have my back,
Whether for moral support or even an attack.
I remember this one time her and me,
Were riding as passengers and her brother was driving.
They used to let me sit in the front seat,
Because they knew that is where I had wanted to be.
We had just pulled over to get some gas,
She came up to the front seat and put the music on blast.
A song that we liked had just came on,
And we started singing along.
Her brother was inside of the store,
And a car pulled up that she couldn’t ignore.
All of a sudden she jumped on top of me,
I had no idea about what was happening. 
I didn’t know what was going on,
But I could tell something was definitely wrong.
She jumped back and she started to choke,
And I noticed there was blood coming out of her throat.
Her shoulder was the next thing the bullet had hit,
There’s no way my sister can die like this!
Her blood felt warm against my skin,
That’s when I realized what was happenin’.
Her brother barged his way through the car door,
He picked up her body and threw it on the floor.
I could not believe that he just did that,
He didn’t stop or even look back.
He feared about getting locked up at any moment,
Because I found out that he had a warrant.
If he didn’t do that could she have been saved?
We will never know, we had to dig her grave.
I didn’t even go to her funeral,
I mean, I couldn’t because I was feeling too miserable.
I pray for her family, her friends and her soul,
My life, to her I will always owe,
My mind is still in awe you see,
It happened to her, but it could have been me.

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Untitled #125 / She is gone

She is gone today.
Glorious day?
But I wanted to see the color in her eyes!

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Not again

Once before I tired giving you my heart
you threw it out the window 
and I barely came back 
from the fall 
now your back again
you say you wanna try again
giving me chills just like use to
don't think you can reel me back again
cause I will never forget what you did

And no matter how much you try
 to convince me that you've change
your ways 
my heart won't easily rearrange 
I can't accommodate you again 
 I'm not the one this time   
your saying all the right things
but this time I can see
passed the facade 
you know how to make me 
want you baby
I'm not gonna lie
but baby at what price?

There will be no rerun of the past
I won't start catching feelings
knowing this won't last
Are we back in high school again damn  
Please don't give me no crap about you missing me
I'm tired of all the lies and the hurt
why don't you see 
I won't be the one
losing sleep at night
crying to my friends 
telling them what you did again
it won't be me 
not this time baby

We can have our fun 
eat the cake too 
but you won't see me falling again
not over you
I won't try being more than friends again
even though this is tempting 
I can't put my self in this position
not again
not again 

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Color Blind

Stepped outside the sunshine hit my face,
Warm radiant rays warms up a thought of your face,
Temptation all around but I somewhat resist,
Holding retorting love that I know exist,
Orange and Red make fire you told me that,
Me and you make a couple, love thick as a bat,
Two sparks can kindle a fire of love,
Two doves 1 tree a perch for you and me,
Over a million words to say,
I get shy and freeze up when you come my way,
When it all boils down it is just you,
What is red,white, and blue when I just see you?

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Still Standing

Here we stand after 4 years,
After all the tears,
Nobody would have guessed we would be together this long,
We have both done some things wrong,
But yet we fight and have stood strong.

It's been a long ride,
Where we both cried,
Nobody said it would be easy,
But you have stood by me even if my joke's were cheesy.

Sometimes I say things I don't mean,
Sometimes I act like I'm only fifteen,
But I just want you to know you'll always be my queen.

Who says high school romances don't last?
Who says high school romances are a thing of the past?

Next year will be our fifth anniversary,
I'm sure it wont be our last,
Who knows how we will be next year,
But I know one thing,
My love for you will never disappear.

We have so many more memories to make,
So that one day maybe we can tell our kids of them,
We have had our rough days and our great days,
You make me fall in love with you in so many different ways.

Here's where I end this poem,
Here's where we begin another year of our relationship,
Here's where we make more memories for us to talk about when were older,
Here's to more of these wonderful days,
Here's to me loving you in so many ways.

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Questions Unanswered

Sometimes, I wonder what I could have changed
Sometimes, I wonder if all my hopes and dreams were hanged 
I know I could never please him 
See, there was my dad and then there was Jim

I worked and sweat and tired
I worked two jobs in high school and didn't get fired
I got straight A's and was a mechanic he made
As a child we were close, as I grew our relationship fade

I would ask what I could have done more
I would ask why all the put downs, what were they for
I would ask how come he didn't love me,
How come everything I did was never good enough for he

See, its too late now, we walked away
I refused to see things his way
He refused to see things mine
I guess everything will be fine

He is my father, but I just can't  care
he has done to much for me, anymore, to bare
He chose to miss the rest of my life
Little does he know, two grandchildren, he will never put in the same strife

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Picking Heartstrings

There are people out there wishing that they had a life like mine
And I can't say I don't blame them much it's really kind of fine
I've got a loving woman and three daughters I love too
And a homestead bought and paid for that's kind of well to do

The last cat's living loving with her royalty and power 
And the humming birds are fat and full  of sugar and of flowers
The gardens are well tended and the harvest has begun
And although I'm busy mowing even that is kind of fun

I'm stuck in satisfaction caught in  tranquility 
Tied down to what and who I love for all eternity
Freedom's a forgotten word I've had it for so long
That's why I pick these heart strings and why I wrote this song

I dreamed of this in high school that's where I met my bride
And I wed  her in Hawaii with a head filled up with pride
It's been a while of wonder a rat race and a ride
But we've won it all together though there were some times we cried

So there's people out there wishing that they had a life like mine
They should take a look at what they have I did and it feels fine
Oh we ain't rich in money and none too rich in fame
But we're mighty rich in lovin and that's the whole darn game

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Untitled #184 / 3:35 p.m.

3:35 p.m., Thursday afternoon
school’s just let out, and everyone’s joyful for the long weekend.
Here I pause, outside the vocational building at the summit of the hill
where I have been many times before, but never in the past three years.
Giant yellow leviathans still roar by, spewing dust
and carrying cargoes of lost souls, just as they did when I rode one of them to 
on my first day of sixth grade. Now I’m a senior in high school, and
soon I will leave all of this behind physically, though spiritually I be gone already
perched high above, I feel as if I have transcended my peers, 
each the consummation of some love long since past, 
who even now laugh, smile, and carry on as they scurry into their cars and drive 
How happy they seem! How full of life! How innocent!
But they are 		so 			far 
Right now my soul is closer to the blue, blue sky, through which I am soaring, far 
the distant hills that roll out to the horizon like an enormous sheet of Astroturf
casing the falling sun, far, far above any mortal strife,
carried on the backs of sunbeams, past where clouds would sit were the day not 
my face is kissing that enormous yellow ball of love
…no! 						No! 
But I have stayed too long!
Ah, my eyes have strayed too far!
Even now they are drawn to that tan pickup truck
belonging to my lost Love!
Even now they are scanning through the ants in the parking lot
to find that pink backpack, that flowery dress!
Even now She is passing through the calamity unscathed,
accompanied by two friends and another man!
Even now they are tossing their bookbags into the back,
piling into the cab, and slipping away!
Oh, the world is so deep and so wide! and amid the heartless rubble
I have already found for myself a flawless Jewel!
but now She is falling away,
out of my heart,
out of my grasp,
out of my sight,
into the arms of the sweet hereafter.

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She’s a voice untouched,
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.

She fights hard not to slip in the cracks.
So many follow the wrong tracks.
Good in this world can’t win,
But were speaking of a virgins wombs.
Tears are salty but gods cleanses her as he feels her pain.
He only hopes she sees the gain that his way obtains.

Gods little follower,
Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her.
She’s a voice untouched
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.

Only she’s not alone.
Gods little follower.
Gods watching over her.
Not only her but also everyone
Even the non-followers.

Set aside from the crowed
She goes her own way.
Livening his way day to day,
Even when she hears what others say,
It’s him she obeys
And its him she will answer when she pays.

Gods little follower,
Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her.
She’s a voice untouched
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.

When the chose their titles
She stands by.
Inside she dies watching at homecoming from the sidelines crying to understand what her peers planed.
Four years gone and here last she has yet to stand on the field with all her achievements in hand, not one title has been given that she hasn’t earned but she yurns for one that says she’s welcome as tears burn.

Not accepted by a school trying to swallow her.
She’s a voice untouched
But still hurts as much.
God takes her hand while alone she stands.

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Could Have Been Me

I have two brothers and that is it,
A sister would have made it perfect.
I met this girl and we hung out all the time,
I finally had a sister of mine.
Even though, we didn’t have the same family,
She was as real as a real sister could be.
And I was six years younger than her,
But that didn’t really seem to matter.
I knew her brother and her dad,
When I met her, her mom had just past.
I met her boyfriend and her cousins too,
Her only sister had died at age two.
One thing set her apart from the rest,
She would never settle for less.
She broke up fights and talked things out,
She was a peacemaker without a doubt.
Her brother and dad were in and out of jail,
For drug possession and intent to sell.
She graduated from high school with a 4.0,
And not one college she applied to said no.
There was not one time she didn’t have my back,
Whether for moral support or even an attack.
I remember this one time her and me,
Were riding as passengers and her brother was driving.
They used to let me sit in the front seat,
Because they knew that is where I had wanted to be.
We had just pulled over to get some gas,
She came up to the front seat and put the music on blast.
A song that we liked had jus came on,
And we started singing along.
Her brother was inside of the store,
And a car pulled up that she couldn’t ignore.
All of a sudden she jumped on top of me,
I had no idea about what was happening. 
I didn’t know what was going on,
But I could tell something was definitely wrong.
She jumped back and she started to choke,
And I noticed there was blood coming out of her throat.
Her shoulder was the next thing the bullet had hit,
There’s no way my sister can die like this!
Her blood felt warm against my skin,
That’s when I realized what was happenin’.
Her brother barged his way through the car door,
He picked up her body and threw it on the floor.
I could not believe that he just did that,
He didn’t stop or even look back.
He feared about getting locked up at any moment,
Because I found out that he had a warrant.
If he didn’t do that could she have been saved?
We will never know, we had to dig her grave.
I didn’t even go to her funeral,
I mean, I couldn’t because I was feeling too miserable.
I pray for her family, her friends and her soul,
My life, to her I will always owe,
My mind is still in awe you see,
It happened to her, but it could have been me.

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Last Day Of School

I stroll home, an era ended,
I will not miss those faces which I will never see again
As I did not care to know them before;
All the people who matter are but
A phonecall away,

We've been together all our lives and
Nothing can tear us apart.

For my friends cocoon around me and I
Am happy to keep them there,
Protecting me from the unknown
And blinding distant dangers.

Then should I want to start afresh,
My butterfly will break free and
Flutter curiously round the world,
And everything will work out fine.

And that's when I catch her eye.

Light-hearted dreams crash into the
Ground around me and I stare as it
Sinks in...

I'm never going to see her again.

It can't be true.

The last thing we had in common
Stripped from under our feet,
Though I don't think she
Really minds.

It's just too much to comprehend as
I watched her walk away, I never thought that
This would be the day...

I guess it had to come, and we've had a good
Few years. A lifetime of memories and
One-sided joy, as I know that never ever
Was it mutual.

But whatever; it never is, and at least I
Can in my heart and mind take comfort as
She won't be there to provide it. Then again, 
I suppose that's what friends are for and
To have them I am blessed.

Now it's all I can do to get cloudy-eyed
Over old photos and news of what
She's doing. So no matter what adventures and
Pain the future will bring,
She remains my love, my muse,
My everything.

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Something That would Always Stay

She always wore braids,
With beads on the ends.
She was tall for her age,
And we were best friends.
We walked together to school everyday,
Than after school, we’d go to her house and play.
But we always had to do our homework first,
Then we got to go and play in the dirt. 
We did absolutely everything together.
Forever and always I will remember.
Like when we would run up the street,
To the 711 to get a blue slurpie.
Every Sunday, we’d have a barbeque,
And we’d fill our plates big enough for two.
One time she cut my hair really short,
And that haircut was never on the cover of vogue.
And one time her step dad had taken us fishing,
We had fun even though we didn’t catch anything.
We would pick out our clothes to dress just alike,
And after all that time we only hated each other twice,
We would always make up the very next day,
Our friendship is something that would always stay.
When you saw her, you always saw me,
And that’s the way it had to be.
Now this is a story that I dread to tell,
It all started when she rang my doorbell.
We were going to walk to school that day,
So we wouldn’t be late, we got on our way.
For some reason we were laughing uncontrollably,
You know, the kind of laughing that makes it hard to breathe.
I remember the smile on her face,
At that exact moment and at that exact place.
We laughed when we saw some boys running past,
Up until we heard a loud blast.
I stopped, and turned around and stared,
What I saw had made me very scared.
My mind went blank,
I felt my heart sink.
She was lying on the ground,
All I heard was my heart pound.
My mind was in a paralyzed state,
Her life was taken at the age of eight.
A drive by shooting caused in all,
The last thing I saw was watching her fall.
I stood there until my mom came and got me, 
I can’t believe she died right in front of me.
There’s been a void in my heart ever since,
I miss the sleepovers and dressing like twins.
I think about what she could have become,
Her future and things she could have done.
Then I am forced to think of the past,
And how her life was taken so fast.
I wipe a tear away from my eye,
I had watched my best friend die.
I miss everything about my best friend,
Forever and always until the end.

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Another high school

   I am in love with another highschool besides my own
    and I know that sounds kinda of strange 
     but visit with me for a second and I will explain
      As soon as I walked through the doors of this highschool
      I was welcomed with opened arms
               I wasn't judged
            I met some of the best people I think i'll meet
                inside this building I learned about true friendship 
                    I learned about true love
                    I got lost in it's glitz 
                   and the story behind the glam
                   The people in this school 
                      Form a unique kind of pack
                      full of talent and so laid back
                      A little gated community 
                       that I had to take a train and a bus to reach
                       but the time that I spent in this school 
                         truly touched me 
                         changed the person I grew to be
                          I fell in love with the people
                         who showed me a different way
                         they made me see a different me
                          that I couldn't glimpse in the mirror
                            A me no one else pointed out  
                             or even gave any effort to figure out
                                 in my school I was just normal
                                In this school  I met him
                                in this school I fell for him
                                 In this school I felt special 
                                 At this period in my life
                                I was in love with another highschool
                                 and it may sound weird to the untrained ears
                                  but for the people who've been there 
                                     this school was heaven 
                                        I wish I could have attended                                 

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Afraid to see

There she is doing that again
Ah getting high never mends 
It's all in the mind yet the mind
is currently twisted.
Suddenly it's becoming 
way too routine to her.
It's like drinking orange 
juice with your eggs and bacon.
Except she's frying out 
her brain cells. 
I worry sometimes about 
her well being. 
You see the guys that 
she lights up with 
are less than trustworthy
and they definitely want 
what's under her jeans. 
She's my best friend 
and I love her to death.
Yet I have to ignore 
the fact that she's so distant 
her getting high isn't 
at all consistent 
She's not an addict by any means
If you ever met her in person 
you'd be completely fooled 
by this pretty, nice, high school salutatorian
who is currently getting excellent grades in college
I pray with each high that it won't change 
any of the sober things that I love about her
Sometimes it's just afraid to see 
The only true friend I know fade away
when she gets blown.  

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Desire Walks On

I toil sweaty on a deck among peers
a score of equals sweating slaving away
under a baking sun, salt clearing sinuses,
blood streaming through pipes, singing in the wires,
obsessed, heat, motion, control,
desire walks on.

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Narrowing down my options

   I had about 4 candidates for my next boy friend. One was an old crush that I could never 
forget. I haven't seen him since Junior high school but his memory still sticks in my mind. He 
isn't really a candidate just a maybe. A maybe that sometime in the future we will cross paths 

My next candidate he was a real looker. The type of guy that had woman kneeling down and 
bowing because of his suaveness. A player for real could break my heart into two but for some 
reason that makes him all the more appealing. 

Another candidate well he was younger than me, had that same quietness about him with the 
sexiness mixed in it. I catch him eyeing me from across the room sometimes and even though 
he is younger he seems old. Maybe experienced or just wise.

My next candidate well he's older than me and has a job and is going to college he is doing his 
thing. He knows just how to make me smile and his sexiness is just on a whole another level. 
Our connection is not just physical it's something mental.  

        As I look at all may candidates I can't help but laugh. The choice should be really simple but 
than again it's not. How am I going to possibly figure out which one is for me and which ones I 
can discard.

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She was 3 times more beautiful
Than I was handsome,
And she was wise.
I was such a fool;
When she looked at me
All my thoughts would pool.

She was 3 times more open
Than I was honest.
She had no disguise;
My façade had rule.
But when she spoke of me
My words were but drool.

She was 3 times more popular
Than I was half known;
Her pretty brown eyes 
Blazed for me in school ,
But when she touched me 
I refused her cool.

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My very special friend I have know so long, my love for you still grows strong.
I think about the times we have shared the good and bad, from the to the sixth to the eighth
I think to myself theses days were just great.
But now we both have graduated and all grown up in our own little way. 
I lie back and think of the future ahead and what lies in store that maybe someday we
could become so much more.

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Untitled #166 / v=0

----a=2 m/s2
90.0 kg 80.0 kg
Jones bumps Smith!
Smith bumps Jones!
A third-law pair!
Ah, it is true she screwed me in the ass!
But I am screwing her in the ass!