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Details | Narrative | |

Beyond the sign

Hello friend, Do you see that man on the corner by the street?
He is holding the cardboard saying "homeless and I need to eat." 
If you're not too busy, come with me on a journey back to 1969.
It will help you to look past his appearence and beyond his homemade sign.

This is the 1960's, where they thrived on the American Dream.
The women were real ladies, or at least in public thats what it seems.
Today is High School graduation, So much happiness is in the air,
But, These young men have recieved papers, and Uncle Sam expects them there.

Do you recognize the bone structure of this boy standing on our right?
He is the one from the future corner, he was Valedictorian tonight.
So well dressed, and raised up right, his sweetheart by his side.
He has no reason to be fearful of the draft, he is filled with American Pride.

Fast foward, Just a few weeks, to him and his young new wife,
Kissing so passionately, pressing pause on their future, and their life.
He is dropped down in the jungle, amist the sounds of live fire.
He sees injured men being lifted out, as the SGT's on the wire.

Just a young boy of 19, he is scared beyond his witts,
Yet, he completes every mission he is given, he never quits.
He holds the hands of friends, who was cut down in their prime.
Yes, this is the same man, the one you wouldn't give a dime.

He arrives back home, in the year of 1972.
His tour earned him a purple heart, he took bullets for you.
once at home, he is expecting affection from his lover,
but, he has been gone for so long she already found another.

So at 21 years old, this veteran is now a man,
He drinks his memories away, everynight if he can.
He gave an eye, and two of the best friends he has ever known.
He never was told "thank you", and he has nothing to call his own.

If you pay close attention to the newspapers of '72
you will see in the protest, they blamed the drafted soilders too.
so here is this man, young, and broken, yet, still not ashamed.
He proudly answered the call, when the draft listed his name.

Only a fellow Veteran, could even try to understand,
That there are no surviving Vets, a part of them died in Vietnam.
When they returned they expected welcome parties and smiles.
Instead they were placed in a new war, but, it was their uniform on trial.

If you still feel the same as you did before our walk.
Go on about your day, forget about our talk.
But, if you have decided, you can look beyond his sign.
Maybe understand his pain, and give our hero a dime.


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Blank verse | |

A SIP TO SLIP

   ~            ~                   ~                   ~                  ~
It was as if her world was spinning,
She tried to get hold of herself,
As she fell into  a nearby couch,
She slips into the past in anguish;
~She smiles as He caresses her hand,
They met in high school on beach sand,
And since then,They`ve been good lovers,
Good memories flow in like spring,
Theirs was ordained with a circled ring,
Until that car crash ,that brought  great pain,
Johnny`s life was cut short abruptly,
~She woke up,still dazed with sadness,
She belched and staggered off to the shelf
to pour more~and~slip into oblivion.



Details | Quatrain | |

He was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive

The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me

Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town

Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed

Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play

My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow

As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten 




Details | Free verse | |

I am Free to:

I am free to: Love, 
                  
                       Hope, 
                    
                          Endure, 
                    
                      Sing, 
                 
                        Dance,

                      Cry,

                         Laugh,

                     Grow,

                         Give up,

                     Never stop untill I achivemy goal's,

                                 Live life,
                      
                        Hate! 

               Have the will not to hate,

                 Never give up,

                            Go down the wrong path,

                  To choose the right one,

                        To worship you, Lord!



Details | Couplet | |

The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Rhyme | |

Get An Education

"The boy's got a broken brain!
- Fix him for me now,
I can't do a thing with him."

     - So I hear you say,
     Though he seems intelligent enough.

After all, he's smart enough 
To know the whys and wherefores
Of every deal that goes down on his street -
Every $ passing hands in the dark,
Summed and totalled in his head.
But Math - Forget it.
And you'll never see him crack a book for study's sake.

Perhap's that's because you broke his heart,
Long ago, though his face will never show it.
Because he bleeds inside,
Though to hear him talk you'd never know it.
You tore his shadoworld apart
Just by never being there -
You broke his proud red eggshell heart
Because he knows you never cared.

Perhaps this is why Rage is his religion,
And he only values Gain,
Why Payback is his Creed,
His only currency Pain.
This then is why he wears the shirt 
That reads, "Never Forget, Never Forgive";
This why he's unafraid to kill or die,
Yet terrified to live.

So go get an education -
 Start with a hard look at yourself -
You that schooled a nation
In the politics of Greed,
Builders of the conflagration
Of burning, unmet Need
Now threatening to consume us
As it climbs into the skies,
As it whispers warnings to us
From his vacant, coldstare eyes.

You broke his heart,
A wound more deep
Than I alone can mend,
I, just one beleaguered horseman.
Cannot set it right again.

You must help put things back together,
If you want our nightmares to end.


Details | Free verse | |

To The PE Teacher

I'm over it
I'm giving up
I don't have to do it
Yet you force me to like I'm a chump
I avoid it like an illness
You let it go
But today is the day
You took it no more
You didn't yell
Yet you exchanged insults
You hurt my feelings
That was the result
You called me a girl
You called me a clown
And if this keeps up
You're going down
Can't you see
I don't like PE
I'm not being rebel
But you scare me into anxitey
Just leave me alone
You treat me like a drone
You're not getting forgiveness
But you can get off my blacklist
If you cease and desist


Details | Acrostic | |

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
!!


Details | Lyric | |

I Just Want My Life Back

Dedicated to everyone at Freedom Middle School
06-07
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.


Details | Rhyme | |

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


Details | Rhyme | |

Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.


Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.


Details | Terzanelle | |

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Terzanelle question ku chaser

December’s cold wind starts to bite
festive are the lights all around
yet children are nowhere in sight

hurry come quick, what is that sound
a bell tolls but what is it for
festive are the lights all around

something evil came through the door
not in song, yet they all fall down
a bell tolls but what is it for

tragedy struck this little town
tiny children hold hands in fear
not in song, yet they all fall down

they can’t comprehend what they hear
school always was a place to play
tiny children hold hands in fear

many angels were born that day
December’s cold wind starts to bite
school always was a place to play
yet children are nowhere in sight

a church bell tolls
as a nation mourns
why did so many fall?


Details | Rhyme | |

Jennifer Part 3

She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.

She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.

She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”

A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.

She plays her cello 
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick

She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.

She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.

She leaves the TV on, 
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.

She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ana

She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Narrative | |

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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Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


Details | Free verse | |

The Nobodies

We are the nobodies
Unloved, un-hated, un-phased
Outcasts of the world of popularity.
Banished to the fringes of existence.
Finding joy- is a rarity- no solidarity
Always seen at a distance-
because we are the resistance

Nameless faceless and speechless-
When we speak the response is an echo
Bouncing around in a black hole
We can't hide from it so lets go
Into the darkness of our abandoned soul

Alone, lost, and shrouded by darkness
left to face the shadows of heaven
Lost in life- Our suffering is endless!
To each other we are brethren. 

We are numbed by pain
And blinded by shame
we are social life's bane
playing popularity's game

We are the nobodies...


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


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No Return

Listen to the school bell
Ring 
Distant plaintive 
Wail

Beyond anything the mind can 
Comprehend

And return to a deserted field 
Where spirited girls and boys
Once played

Before 
Becoming mature
Women and men

When I hear the laughter
Childish screams
And ghostly
Cheers

I can feel a world at 
Peace
Overcoming my 
Fears

Of a future without 
Love
And the solitude I 
Chose

Of a future without
Birth
And the terminus
Imposed

Didn’t I hear a sprightly piano
Plinking through a 
Window
Near that faded
School yard?

Reminds me of you
Bright girly radiance
Dressed in 
Black 
Leotard

Dancing all the time 

We were carefree
Back then
Before the days of 
Wrinkled
Women
Defeated 
Silver
Men

Can I return to that time
With my old soccer ball?

Play with young spirits
Long passed away

Can I redo the errors 
Stamped upon my life?

Recapture 
Lost hopes 
Yesterday

That’s a sharp
School bell
Ring 

Distant plaintive wail

Beyond anything  the mind can 
Comprehend

But there’s no return 
To a deserted field 
Where spirited girls and boys
Once played

Before 
Becoming mature
Women and men

There’s no return to 
The beginning 

No return

When you’ve
Reached 
The
End


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Someone Stole My Shoes

I needed to go to school that Friday Afternoon, but Someone Stole My Shoes. He Rocked my 
shoes at school thinking he was cool but everyone looked at him like he was just A fool A 
warned out used tool. He was popular always spectacular but started to be treated regular. Had so many friends but then that soon came to an end, and his friends started to become the walls  and the floors and the sky way up high. For no one would listen to his cries at night, when he had turned of his light in the middle of the night when nothing would come right. He didn't know what was happening to his life? He walked to school lifting his head up with A smile making every moment worth while, but under that smile he was mad and sad everyone at home treated him bad, even his own Mum and Dad. Sat and ate lunch in the toilets with the door locked so the jocks wouldn't knock and know that he was like A rock or A stone sitting all alone, wishing that he could go home. He cried and watched the time go by just praying that this moment of life would fly up and disappear into the beautiful blue sky. He cried and cried, contemplating on suicide. Had no more friends and bled inside his heart, no one cared to hear his part. He looked down to the ground and saw the shoes that he stole, he cried in shame and said "Im too blame". He returned the shoes to my door and left A note and he wrote, "No one Knows you Wiko, We shouldn't judge someone until we've walked in their shoes, taken A look at their view, feel the feeling of getting abused and used and being bruised and rejected feeling like your worlds be injected and infected with A disease. And Then We have every right to Judge ones life".
 
Im so sorry I Stole Your Shoes.

- Wiko Te Maru


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I STILL REMEMBER

I still remember, when I and you,
Went up on the trees
Climbed up on the mountains
Flunked the garden flowers
And were happy to tease girls
There were impossibles
But we made them possible
You tried to teach me English
But I was stubborn
I never concentrated

I still remember when I and you,
Were ones who felt proud of each other
We never thought for others
But made ourselves smile
We loved our seasons
We got joy and fun
We would play in the sun
On a lovely day of sun
We had lost our lovely pairs
On the bench of the beach

I still remember when I and you,
Went far and wide
We shouted and cried
We ate chips and fries
We wished to go up skies
To catch the twinkling stars
We went faraway places
To do well our graces
There were girls who put together sand
And they made some houses
We were the ones who razed the all

I still remember when I and you,
Sprinted here and there
We went coves to search some stones
And we collected them in order to play
We were always known as dumpy
We came home when it was dusky
There was so much fun
When we were in school life
We were the ones who shouted in classes
We were the ones who faced mistakes
We were the ones who bore exams

I still remember when I and you were the true best friends,
I am wondering where you are now
On a shining night, and sparkling stars
I looked for you, but you are lost
Somewhere in the sky, near some stars
You can’t be seen, but in my heart…


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DEDICATED TO ASHLEY DAVIS

our tears fall
this seems so unreal
it was just the other day
that we heard your laughter
saw your smile
but now we're crying
remembering you
wishing you were here right now
telling you jokes
and laughing out 
but now your gone
heaven above
we love you girl
remembering you forever.....
....R.I.P ASHLEY DAVIS....

{ASHLEY AND I WENT TO MIDDLE SCHOOL TOGETHER.....SHE GOT IN A BAD 
CRASH BUT...SURVIVED WITHOUT A SCRATCH....THEN WE WENT TO HIGH 
SCHOOL TOGETHER...SHE GOT HIT BY A CAR...SHE WAS IN A COMMA FOR A WEEK 
OR TWO...BUT DIED....SHE BARELY FINISHED HER FRESHMEN YEAR...MATTER OF 
FACT SHE B ARELY STARTED...}
MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.......


Details | Free verse | |

I'm tired of pretending part 1

I wish nothing more than to quit this game of pretend
I want to go back to being me, and forget whatever happened
I play pretend
Like a little girl who plays dress up.
I play pretend
To be an innocent little girl again
I play pretend
To make everyone happy
To make everyone leave me alone
I forgot who I am.
Am I really this nice of a person who gets walked over excessivly?
Then why do I have another part to me, screaming to be let go of.
To be let out...
Why is it whenever I let that half of me out even the slightest
People jump the gun and make me out to be a monster?
I am scared of that other half
I'm completely sure what she's like
I know that it is almost nothing like the other my other half
Why can't I be all of me?
I'm so tired of pretending.
I smile so much, my face hurts.
I smile so much I want to cry
I hate to smile.
False smiles, False laughs, and lies
That's how I play pretend.
"I swear I'm okay."
That's an empty promise.
I hate pretending
It kills me every day.
It makes me forget the other half inside
That claws and screams to get out.
It makes me forget the pain
Which only comes back later
Intensified, stronger, and more violent.
I'm tired of putting up with false friends
Who do nothing but accuse me
And point out my mistakes
Yell at me, and want to change me
Wanting to bend and break me
I'm tired of pretending
Of being so malluble just to make other people happy
But what about me, huh?
When will Samantha get her day to be happy?
When will Samantha get to be herself?
When can she stop playing pretend?
IF she can even stop playing pretend.
I'm tired of these false friends
With their invisible unknown strings set into my back.
I'm tired of puppet masters for friends
People are so stupid
They are so blind and trusting
They can never tell when I say a lie.
"I'm okay."
"No, it's fine, trust me."
I'm tired of making everyone else happy, except myself.
Why should I rely on people anyway?
They only dissapoint me in the end.
Love dissapointed me
Love betrayed me
Friendship stabbed me in the back
and they both lied to me.
What have I left?
Nothing really.
Music for one thing
My mind for another
But really, what have I left?
Nothing.
I'm tired of pretending...
I wish that I could stop...
But I've become so accustomed to it...
That it's become like a drug I can't quit.
Not to make me happy...
But everyone else around me happy.
And me all the more miserable.


Details | Rhyme | |

For Nomen Global Language Institute

(This poem uses Wrapped Refrain type II, a form invented by my friend Jan Turner. I posted this poem three years ago, when I first came to Soup.  it's one of my few poems here at Soup that has never been for a contest. My school was really struggling at that time I wrote this. Now it's doing better, thank heavens!)


The school I've worked for half my teaching years is feeling more and more the woes of these hard times. I walk the corridor, remembering the better days before I felt this new malaise which lies inside the core of me and matches all too eerily the atmosphere that permeates this hallway and adheres to all parts of the school I've worked for half my teaching years. I pray to God I'll never see the end of this old school. So many came and went, yet I remain. I'm someone who'll stay put until they close its doors. Ten years now I have walked its floors, taught students and had fun with them. I hope it's not a requiem I'm writing soon for this dear place, which much like an old friend, is apt to pass. . . . I pray to God I'll never see the end. For PD'S Contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Library Sub

The librarian was granted leave
And so the sub walked in
I find it hard to trust teachers
But this sub was one of a kind
Friendly, nice, Like subs are
she recognized my talents
Opposed to the regular librarian
Mean and Strict

From the day that sub walked in
My time at the library changed
I bonded with this sub
I was ready to consider her a friend
But It had to happen sooner than later
Without saying goodbye
She left the School and gave us back our librarian
Our Cold, Bitter librarian

Shes gone now
Back to normal
I miss her
So do my friends
But she's not coming back
The librarian knows I miss her
Not that she cares
And there's a lot I would do
Just to tell her whats on my mind



:'(


Details | Free verse | |

Falling into Darkness

Falling inside the black never made much sense to me
Struggling for air 
Gasping for breath
Can you hear me?
I'm whispering your name
No one's here to hear except gathered shadows and sillouttes of nobodies
I've been let down again
What am I supposed to beleive?
How am I supposed to feel?
Hearing the deafening roar of falling my thoguhts go back to you
I'm falling in the black again
What did you mean?
How did you say what you mean?
I need you
If only for a time
I need the light, even if dimmed
Don't let me fall into the black
I won't survive again
I can't go on living like that
I need the light
Please don't push me back into the darkness.


Details | Elegy | |

Tears Must Fall (In honor of the Virginia Tech tragedy)

Unlock your sorrowful tears,
Let them flow Like a raging river. 

From the depths of your being
howl Like a wolfcub who has been
Abandoned by his pack.

Ask for the comfort you will
need in all the days to come.

Keep your expression of sorrow
with you as Long as you need to grieve.
It will bend of it's own 
accord when you are finished.

Allow yourself the unhindered crying
your soul will require to heal.

To make sense of things, grasp your 
spirituality as a way of sailing 
far far away from the utter
horror of it all.

Do not try to push those tears aside,
as your pain and suffering is meaningful,

Though it does not feel that way now...

Take their photo's from your wallets
and display them at will,
with awesome Love and abundant pride.
Take them out as need be
and shower them with tears and memories.

I promise you, it will validate
their very existance.

Know that the very waters of your
faith will certainly be tested.
Also know that this too shall pass.

Your pain will remain forever but
your faith will return tenfold.

Allow the Light to pass over your
darkness and believe that one day
There will be healing.

If you can find the strength within,
you must allow for access back into
Your hearts, for one day you will
feel entitled to open the gates that
have held you under seige.

         
Because grief will never Leave you
where it finds you...


Details | Couplet | |

Bright Hungry Belly

Return to the desk the teacher and classmate
The bell rings hurry you don't want to be late

Mother pushing for your learning bright hungry belly
Father is absent not a penny milking the skinny cow shelly 

Grandfather swells on self not caring who die or live
Deeming it sacrilege to dip in his pocket and a penny give

Grandmother tries to hold it all together knowing the need
Giving of her means caring the bright hungry belly to feed


Details | Free verse | |

Schizophrenic Remedy

I've glanced at heaven.
I've walked through hell.
I wish on stars and dandelions

I crave for fantasies reality cannot satiate
At night I talk to the moon and sing to the stars
I walk on clouds and speak to whispers
I follow faeries to far off places 

Where a bleeding moon hangs from the sky
Where I run along in meadows of black and white roses.
Smiling as the thorns lacerate me.
 Dancing with red eyed creatures
Listening to whispers in the wind.
With this feeling of finally belonging.
Being finally at peace... 
Safe inside, this world in my mind
Lost between reality and time


Details | Free verse | |

Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
BUT IT DOESN'T!
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Freaks And The Goners

To the freaks and the goners
I say we raise a glass
To the lonelies and the loners
The weirdos and outcasts
To us freaks, the ones who still stand,
The ones who no matter what,
Never say "I can't"
To the ones who sit alone at lunch, the ones with no friends
The ones who never give up
Who know it's not the end
To the cast downs and broken hearted,
The beaten and the bruised
The ones who think they're ugly, 
And will never know the truth
The ones witch aching chests
The ones who know it's okay to cry
The ones who stand alone
And believe all the lies


Details | Naat | |

The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


Details | Lyric | |

tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         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
                                 destroy.
                                 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.


Details | Free verse | |

Four Smart Kids

Four kids
Four smart kids
Never fell below 90% in tests
Impressing people daily
Teachers pinching themselves in disbelief
Winning spelling bees
Maths competitions
Those same four
Were offered to go to university early
But they lost the offer
To a rich family with
A stupid child.

High school
A place of heartbreakers
Drugs
And Abuse
These four kids
Ran into a drug dealer
The dealer knew about their gift
So he got these kids high off weed 
claiming It was brain food
Another dealer sold them Vodka
Claiming it kept you going during
Long study periods

Before long
These four smart kids
Were just four dimwitted druggos
Smoking weed
Drinking cheap liquor
Twenty Four Hours
Seven days a week
These kids had potential
But it all washed away
Like a sandcastle on the beach
As the tide comes in
Good for nothing
But to end up like those dealers
Selling goods to smart kids
Like their former selves

Drugs destroyed these four kids
Don't let it destroy you


Details | Free verse | |

on a field trip freshman year

on a field trip freshman year
the boy
in special classes walked 
up the muddy trail.
he
walked on the side,
balancing on the dry stones
aligning the path.
he followed some
acquaintances.
an old coat and
sweatpants with worn elastic
warmed his bones in the gray
mists. bus pass in his pocket
and a few coins, he thought
about lunch - not the rocks he
would have to climb.
his shaven head chilled with drips
from the pines above, the path 
narrowed and inclined 
between two boulders. 
he struggled up the path,
getting dirt on his 
snow white shoes.


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 | Free verse | |

Sore Loser

Can we make it in this world without athletic talent
Can we make it in this world with sensitivity
Can we make it in this world with a hot head
Can we make it in this world without a nice girl
Can we make it in this world with enemies
Can we make it in this world with lost friends
Can we make it in this world with pessimism
Can we make it in this world without enthusiasm
Can we make it in this world with scars of emotion
Can we make it in this world with poetic ambitions
I think we can
I think I can
Sore loser they call me

But I wanna prove them wrong




I wrote this poem because one of my classmates called me a sore loser (hence the title)
and the one thing I wanted to do is prove him wrong (Written on 10.12.10)


Details | Free verse | |

School days

The busy hours at nine, running at the last minute. Those never ending classes now i miss them in every minute.. Give me back my school days is the only thing to say. Let me go to school for once, that's the only prayer i pray. The heap of lunch boxes and the rush for the recess break, give me back my school days is the only wish to make. Last night study and crying for buddy, i really miss them all teachers question and empty faces makes me laugh when i recall getting a star or a zero makes no difference right now, i wanna have my school days back please give it to me somehow...


Details | Ballad | |

School Bus Tragedy

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Im here to tell you a story.
                                 Its sad and its true.
                                 I met a girl along the way,
                                 She looked a lot like you.

                                I would see her on the bus going to school,
                                Her eyes were o so blue.
                                Each time she would look my way ,
                                My heart would come unglued.

                                We became very close friends,
                                I saved my money and bought a ring.
                                As i put it on her finger,
                                My heart felt like it could sing.

                                It all came to an end one Friday afternoon,
                                The school bus blew a tire.
                                The driver lost controll of the bus,
                                It rolled and caught on fire.

                                Kids were screaming , let me out,
                                But the doors would not open.
                                As i looked around for my close friend,
                                She had fallen, her neck was broken.

                                It was on that day , my heart did break,
                                I had lost my closest friend.
                                Now i ride the bus alone,
                                Trying to comprehend.

                                As i look out the school bus window,
                                At times i can still see her blue eyes.
                                It makes me feel so sad inside,
                                We never got a chance, to even say good bye.


Details | Free verse | |

Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


Details | Monorhyme | |

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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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..


Details | I do not know? | |

You are not my life

The life I'm living is really tragic,
I'm just glad I didn't get hit by static.
As these words pass through my mind,
to these funny verses is what you'll find.
Days past, and i still feel like this,
and what you see, is what this is.
As your words seem to attack,
I know now what matters most is how i act.
See how you push us farther apart,
now I'm cursed with this versing art.
It's like you don't trust me anymore,
I did most things right, but what for?
I know you'll never believe me,
you just need to look deep inside and see.
So why am I writing this down today?
Maybe I want to take this pain away.
I know your going to read this,
you might yell, and ask what this is.
But I can't keep it in,
It's better than us screamin'.
I just wanted to let you know,
that I want to leave, and you should let me go.
As I sit in class today,
questioning myself, is there another way.
There's so many things going through my head,
I just want to erase it all, and go to bed.
Soon I'll make my life great,
make all the mistakes straight.
I always ask myself, how?
Looking back and thinking wow!
You always glare at me,
trying to see what I'll be.
All I ever wanted to be was you,
but all you ever gave me were open wounds.
I want to know so tell me,
what you always wanted me to be.
'Cause you think you know it all,
but if I take your advice, just don't let me fall.
As this cursed poem goes on,
I wonder what went wrong.
This time I'll make you see,
what I want you to let me be.
As time passes by,
I still wonder why?
I just wanted to let you know,
before I let all of this go.
       That you are not my life


Details | Narrative | |

My Grievance

I did nothing to you
I did my job
I worked hard
You didn’t help me
You had me 
At work until 7pm
Nightly for the first
Semester
As time rolled on
I started getting better
And you kept pouring
Showers of stormy weather
Giving me letters 
Stating false information
Doing everything
You can to wreck 
Celebrations
Tried to fail me
In observations
Boy did you
Dish a lot on my plate
I could never
Believe that one
Individual
Could relay
So much hate
Maybe I made
A mistake 
In wanting to succeed
The whole time
I stayed on my knees
You will be charged
For malfeasance
This is only
A fraction
Of my grievance.



Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

This is Who I Am

I am me; and I know there are going to be people who do not like me

But I can not change the way the feel about me and I'm okay with that

Why change them, when I wouldn't want them to change me?

They are who they are, and I am who I am

This is who I am: I am Emily, a person that tries very hard not to judge people

This is who I am: I am Emily, I will be anyones friend; It does not matter what they did

It matters that you take them in your arms and hold them and tell them your here for them

Even if they walk away, it matterd that you showed them you cared


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 | 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.

©


Details | I do not know? | |

It's Never Enough!

***Based off the song by Five Finger D**th Punch and dedicated to those boys/bullies at my 
school who think they can just beat me up because I have life problems and I am weak and 
could hurt me Physically,Mentally and Emotionally....You were soooo wrong....***



I gave you what you told me you wanted and needed
But yet you wanted even more
So then I would find myself in trouble with you and your friends
And by time you were done my mind was screwed up more,
My emotions isolated And my skin ripped open with black and purple spots all over my body
I told yet you only got a laugh and a pat on the back
I got in to trouble and called a little liar

But you hurt me once too many times one day
The day when my friend had shot himself
And the day I first self-distructed myself
With a rusted pair of sissors I found a way to cope
And allI had to do was take them and slice hard,fast and deep
For me to feel numb and isolated once again....


I hope that your guys's day comes and hits you with a BIG HUGE BANG!
And that I am there to see it all...


The End...For Now That Is...


Details | Bio | |

They Called Him Tiny Tim

Yeah they called him Tiny Tim....so dam tiny he fitted through the basketball rim
 everytime they were out yeah he was hiding in 
yeah, while they were out he was holding back from enjoyin the young life of sin 
 but he cared little none for the drugz, the liquor or the shiny gin 
all he wanted was someone to care, someone to show him atleast a grin 
He was soo dam small people started calling him Nemo without the broken smaller fin
 while his peers were out making dough off dope he was out collecting cans of tin
 Light shone upon others dreams while upon his hopes the light remained dim 
He was hated on because the size and weight of his body, not the color of his skin
 half breed yeah he was as he played ball they laughed at how he came to their chin
 he was just a young boy living in a world of hateful men 
But he cared not cuz he would get the **** back up and try again 
they told him he would never BE 
that he would never succeed 
he would never be apart of something or anything 
but with a stroke of luck he doing something 
no more hiding and no more ****ing running 
People see his attitude and life now aint it stunning 
His life shooting off cant you see Tiny Tim with a Bazooka Gunning 
But now He living for something and dying for nothing 
he made it through high school while most his haters were frontin 
staying in school payed off now his life career is out on sidewalks jumping 
while he sees his past peers life out in the ghetto life with drugs and alcohol dumping
 He was gone for a minute lockdown but make way TINY TIM IS COMING


Details | I do not know? | |

What Ifs Strike

Yesterday in school,
Some What Ifs got into my head,
Because I accidentally fell asleep,
This is what they said.

What If I miss the school bus?
What If my parents die?
What If I get 0% on the math test?
What If I poke a needle in my eye?

What If my parents leave me?
What If I miss a school day?
What If people hate me?
What If I mess up the school play?

What If I don’t memorize my lines?
What If I get a hard kick?
What If I miss a soccer game?
What If I get terribly sick?

What If I have a heart attack?
What If I miss a ball?
What If I stay very small?
What If I have a terrible fall?

Then someone woke me,
And I was glad not to be dead.
I found myself not in school,
But at home in my own bed.


Details | Rhyme | |

DAEP

Stuck here in this building,
Not easily amused,
This place is for the bad ones,
The ones mentaly abused.

So easily forgotten,
In this god forsaken place,
They make a point to take away
Our place in human race.

They suffocate our minds,
They take all our realities,
They take away our lives, 
And now they take our personalities.

So all of you back home,
The ones that have a choice,
Is there a place still in your heart,
For my pathetic voice.

I now shall feel forever lost,
In my beloved's minds,
Please Jacob don't forget me, 
Please dont leave my heart behind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Loneliness Is A Powerful Thing

Loneliness is a powerful thing...
It always hurts your feelings

When somebody tells you wrongs
About your beliefs...

When someone stabs you verbally
And emotionally scarring you for years.

All those fears, turn into fear of
Being true and strong-willed for yourself...

Other people may never remember your pain,
And pretend it was nothing like they took it in vain.

Loneliness kills you when you see
What others might have and you ask "Why can't that be me?"...

Guiltiness of envy causes even more loneliness,
The kind of feeling that tells
What kind of spells negative thoughts put on you...

Forcing you to believe
That what if everyone hates you.

Feeling hurt and corrupted after hearing others...
Saying you're bad to others,
Making you think "They don't understand anything..."

Feeling ignored and bored
When you start to feel left out,
You start to doubt about the friends you have.
(Any kind of) Loneliness is a powerful thing...


Details | Rhyme | |

LEARNING DISORDER

It is challenging to face difficulties in areas where your peers have surpassed at ease,
To always try your hardest to fit in, or try to please,
To excessively work on being at least average- is exhausting!
Yet dropping out of school is more taunting,
More taunting than being bullied, alone or discriminated,
You pretend to be alright- yet inside you can’t stop feeling humiliated,

Even if you give in to “being weak” by letting out a cry,
You remain un-heard and instead told to die!

You’re:
A burden upon your family,
A burden upon your school,
A burden upon society,
Being name called - dorky tool!

You let the words fly by you, and in your head mock their pitiful charade,
But right at the critical point when you’re holding that razor blade,
Hands tremble, voice quivers, you try to remain bold, 
You can’t help but subside, and finally do what you’ve always been told 
The hateful slurs then boomerang right back in your face, 
Apparently it’s what’s best for the human race…


Details | Epic | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.
Zero.
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.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Amanda

Why should a child be left behind?
Left behind to try and fight
My niece is small but oh so smart
But they want to send her back

She is kind and so very wise
But is afraid to stand and say 
I am smart, I want to stay

Abused by her father
Broken down by the parent that should have protected her
And now, I her aunt am here to say fathers like that
Should die today! 

My niece is small and afraid of all ‘cause one who should 
Have held her dear took away her innocence. 
I will stand and fight for her. 
I will hold her so very near and never let her shed a lonely tear again


Details | I do not know? | |

worthless

"Why have I awoken?"
The thought when night was broken.
I pinched myself and groaned,
And sat there feeling doomed.

Prepared, like the daily routine
Rushed and ran to avoid being late
"Eat," Dad said. "No father, I'm fine"
Along the road, "today I leave all to fate".


Details | Free verse | |

I'm tired of pretending Part 2

They don't understand when they've pushed me too far.
They never know when I've been pushed too far
They're all ignorant
No on really understands.
No one knows half of the thoughts that go through my mind
No one knows half of what I feel
I wear a facade to make others happy
To make others not worry
To make others not yell at me for doing somthing stupid.
I get so tired of pretending
Of locking it all away
Because locking it all away...
Well, it never helps.
It only makes me hurt more
It only causes my lungs to fill with lead
My heart to drop into the pit of my stomach
and my self destructive ways.
No one knows
Why I do what I do
No one knows
The silent pain everyone and myself put me through
No one knows
That I'm tired of being replaced
No one knows
That I'm tired of pretending.


Details | I do not know? | |

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 


Details | Free verse | |

Hot Oil In China

We have hot oil in China,
  Rising slowly from the ground
  There is a deep dense fog hovering round

The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
  The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
  Curfews so early all think it's obscene

And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
  Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
  It's been well over a month since it covered the ground

Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
  I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
  I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike

Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
  So another pair of ear plugs I bought
  School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot

So I decided to grow my hair long 
  Hide my ear plugs under it all day long

But when I go home at night 
  And I cover up really tight
  And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
  Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe


Details | Rhyme | |

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 lived...as 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 donor...be someone's joy. love,deb


Details | Free verse | |

Don't Be Cruel

They try to be nice to me
They try to encourage me
But I'm not a fool
What you're doing ain't cool
You treat me like a tool
Just don't be cruel

You bully me every day
Impaling my emotions like a head on a spear
Clearly you don't expect much of me
Just to grow up as a depressed failure
Teachers say they care
But talk is cheap like an old car
They just sit there freeloading on their salary
Watching the remainder of my self esteem fade like a photo

Holding back my tears
Like a lovestruck teenager holding back his feelings
But when I can't hold anymore
The bullying gets worse
You have no call to treat me cold as ice
You take my feelings and slice and dice
Just be nice
Think twice
Before you pay the price

What you're doing ain't cool
You treat me like a tool
Just don't be cruel






"Don't be cruel. Cause I would never be that cruel to you."  -Bobby Brown
  


Details | Free verse | |

THE PAIN OF BEING ME

too loose on the tears,
lost controlon the fears.
teh masks which i cry on;
i go on only for myself,
frightful of the consecquences.
too confuse in teh head,
nearly too insane to be dead.
I ama classic pain that goes on,
yet the rage in me to go against the storm lives on!
trying to change my life,
i seek to take control and make a difference.
but truth is, 
mybe, it's too late.
life just pass me by after high school high:
so much struggle against the will of the wind,
so much drama in my life,
it's like a bd high school musical play!!
sometimes living one day at a time isn't worth living at all!!!
love is the right motivation,
the drive is to earn something worthwhile before you're dead.


Details | Rhyme | |

Astheneia

She tries to raise her right, hoping to win the good fight
Praying that her daughter is safe and trying to feel right
Never seems considered with the unimportance of everything
If love were items, get a bigger table for what she brings
Her heart and mind are full but inside seeming to disagree
She never asks for anything more than days being pain free
Life was not ever given and she does not expect it will be
But everyone knows life is not meant to be lived in misery
One day she will get to the bottom of what is plaguing her
School and work are diversions in between times to recover
She is open-heartedly candid and singular in a lot of ways
Living her life under the sun looking for any sort of rays


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


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Pray For My Downfall

Pray For My Downfall
Pray For My Pain
Pray For My Screams
Pray For My Tears
Pray For My Sorrow
Pray For My Shame
Pray For My Anger
Pray For My Death


Details | Rhyme | |

Going Away To Uni

These days away from all I know
Do well to feed my wailing woe,
For all the dams for my despair
The weight of worry cannot bear,
And break my banks of bravery,
But I know who is saving me;
Each time they swim me to the shore,
I stand up stronger than before.


Details | Ballad | |

ASHLEY HAD A SMALL GOAT

Ashley Had a Small Goat
Oh, Ashley had a Small goat,
Small goat, Small goat,
Ashley had a Small goat,
And he had a coat of white

He followed her to school one day,
School one day, school one day,
He followed her to school one day,
And drank a some water.

 Oh, once he ate a spinach can, 
Spinach can, spinach can, 
once he ate a spinach can, 
Also a line of clothes.

The clothes can do no harm inside, 
Harm inside, harm inside, 
the clothes can do no harm inside, 
But oh! The spinach can!

 The can was filled with achemical,
chemical , chemical chemical,
The can was filled with a chemical,
Which the goat  thought was food

He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin,
Ashley's chin, Ashley's chin,
He rubbed against poor Ashley's chin,
His deep distress to ease.

 
There was a flash of girl and goat,
Girl and goat, girl and goat
There was a flash of girl and goat
And they were seen no more..

(Slowly)
Ashley's soul to Heaven went,
Heaven went, Heaven went,
Ashley's soul to Heaven went,
And Mr. Goat went there too.


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my sons bestfriend

He goes to school, learns and does well
just to come home to you and  live in your hell.
you never hug or feed him, or even give him a peck,
but, when the child support comes you cash his check

his school mates they mock him over his shoes
why are they mean to him? well, he has no clue
he goes to bed without a bath or food, or a story
then you're confused on why for his safety I worry

you're clean and pretty in the way your dressed
you never go out without looking your best
the men you see, know nothing of your child
then you're so proud to deem yourself "wild"

It breaks my heart to see that you beat your little boy
and It hurts me to know he hasn't even got one toy
for Christmas you spanked him with your fathers old belt
I know because he came to school and still had the welt

what's wrong with you?, why is this your goal?
is it that you're shame of being a wh*re is out of control
what happens to him in the years to come?
why does he pay for the mistakes you're running from?

My biggest fear in the upcoming days,
is that you will be too weak to change your ways,
and that my sons will loose their very best friend,
because you took it too far and forced his life to end.

I pray that day will never ever show it's face
and I hope they take him from you, to a better place
 he is so so young, too young to understand
but, not having you, is better then dying at your hand


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All of This Education and No Summer Vacation

All of this education
And yet no real
Summer vacation.
I recall all of my
K-12 years 
9-12 especially
That was the essay
Question that I often
Hated. Where did you
Go this summer?
I didn't leave Monroe.
Hearing that question
Over and over again
Each year filled my heart
With drear and tears 
Wanted to fall
But I had to be tough
Hold those tears up
Build my imagination
And lie about the places
That I wanted to see
Across the nation.
I write I went from
Sea to shining sea
To see historical beauty
Of Washington, D.C.
To view the presidential 
Library of JFK in Boston,
Massachussetts,
I was truthfully speaking
When I was in downtown
New Orleans eating po-boys
And tasting bananas foster.
I went back to a lie
To the city of brotherly love,
Philadelphia,
Named by one of my favorite
Scientific statesmen,
Ben Franklin.
I want to travel past
The southern region
From the East coast
To the West coast 
For real instead of 
Telling a story.
I've worked hard
To gain an education
I want to travel the
Nation on a summer vacation.
I will say today that
I have all this education
and no summmer vaction
I want it to change
Starting this year.
My traveling from
Sea to shining 
Sea is near.

wrote 11-13-10


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high school struggles

i dont hate you, i dont dislike you,
i love you, but lately all we do is fight,
i wish we would have never started high school, all it causes is strife,
its pushed us apart, were no longer attatched at the heart,
im getting so tired of praying for a miracle, so when i decide to speak my part,
i just know my friends they will act like they got shot, there troubeled souls need help to depart, there hearts full of backstabbing sin, that place were i used to be, they ripped it out in there callow sense of shallowness,


Details | Light Poetry | |

Fish Food

Junior High right?
YES.
Stop feeding my fish.
They are not hingry.
I fed them the real stuff,
Not the fish food u feed my fish.
They don't like that fish food.
It tasted bad,
They dont like you,
Stop feeding my fish that drama you like to call fish food.
Its not food its drama and it needs to stop.
It hurts my fish.
It hurts me to see my fish like this.
You make them cry.
That fish food is expired so stop bringing it up nobody wants it.
My fish are full to the rim.
Drop it and stop feeding my fish,
with your fish food i call drama.


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Words

as soon as my back is turned,
it starts.
Those cruel, harsh whispers,
None of it true.

They try to keep their voices low
Not low enough.
I hear snippets of conversation
full of hurtful nonsense.

No wonder I want to leave.


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The Last March of the Piss Ants

Walking through the guarded gate and onto my children’s school grounds, the impact of the 
80mm and 120mm mortars crashing to earth caused me to pause. When you couple this with 
the repetitive thrumming of the 50 caliber machine gun and the acoustics on the hill top, you 
feel as if you’re in a combat zone. The deep reverberating pulses that the blast of the 
weaponry left in my chest, the slight ringing in my ears, the un-worldly feeling that 
something was going to land near me, gave me that very realistic feeling. 

Yet the children ran to and fro, laughing, playing; seeming oblivious to the horror that those 
sounds bring to our enemies. I am not sure if they even hear them, even think of them; are 
even aware of the violence of the world around them. To them and the other family 
members of this military community, they hear the sound of freedom. They hear the impact 
of dominance in a world where, (to them) they believe our nation cannot, will not experience 
defeat. Each and every impact is knowledge that their loved ones, (their Soldiers) the 
fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers will live in absolution of the sin that they have or will in 
the future commit in their country’s name. 

Thus leaving the arguable question out on the table, is it a sin? Will they go to hell? It is the 
disobedience of one of the commandments! Yet without hesitation we will pull the trigger and 
thank god that we live to see our loved ones again.

To that man or woman who walks onto their children’s school ground, unguarded. To the 
children who do not run to and fro, frolicking, laughing, and playing; to all who hear the 
impact of a mortar or the repetitive thrumming of the 50 cal. Where the acoustics are 
resounding off the cement buildings of your home and the laughter turns to horror, the 
screams turn to nightmare; where going to school is a threat to life. 

I am sorry, so sorry that the world sees even one human, one child, lover, mother, father, 
sister, or brother; I am sorry they see us as so insignificant as to place you/us in harm’s 
way. I apologize that they/we lift foot to step upon the masses. 

Be it a terrorist, a misguided bomb, or the rage of a stressed out soldier who takes innocent 
life because they believe it is right. We are all significant, we are relevant and to all… Should 
peace ever come at last…?

I pray it lasts until our very last march…


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Regret

Every day, my life has been filled with regret. I should've found true love somewhere in
America when I had that first chance. I regret being diagnosed with autism, mild MR
(mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) at the age of three. I also
regret not having a real-life girlfriend from another state, especially the State of
California. It seemed that I had an unfair advantage or whatever. Of course, I had a
somewhat good childhood, but it was almost as messed up as someone else's. The only reason
why my life is filled with plenty of regret is because I was supposed to have a perfect
life. I was also supposed to get everything right, that would've included my childhood.
Now, instead of being rich beyond my dreams and being a college graduate, I'm stuck with a
boring life. And even though I have no girlfriend or no job as of right now, the ones from
my past, it's them that I really feel sorry for. And those girls from my middle school
years and my high school years, it's them that I feel so sorry for, too. It makes me sick,
just thinking about a lot of regrets. But what I really regret most of all is that I
should've done something a long time ago, but there's nothing I can do about my past; it's
already done. Right now, I wish that my life wasn't filled with regret and that I knew
what my life would be like if I was born perfect and that I were to walk in someone
else's shoes.


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Judgment

Punish me for being who I am
Its only my fault
I asked to be born
Just so I could ruin your life

Judge me everyday at school
I know I dress funny
Because of me my parents are broke
Because everything I do causes them strife

Tell me that im ugly
As you tell me nothing I don’t already know
I hear it everyday from the kids that play
My back is used to that knife

Tell me that im nothing
Ill never be loved  cause im a lost cause
Lock me up toss me aside
Ill sit alone with my fife 


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beauty that kills

i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God



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Remembering Him

I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday.


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An Innocent Child

A young homeless child
Looking for a home but finds none.
On my first day at school the mother's not around
To comfort me when I'm down-right scared
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst
And meet people who care
I learn about peer pressure and much more
Now comes the time
To break through.....
The Fear


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

So Much Pain

So much that I can take,
And my heart is filled with pain,
Yall don't know what I go through,
Being the oldest makes me turn blue,
When I go to school it's like I'm swimming,
On my tears in a pool,
leaving the house with confusion and sorrow,
And coming from school with hatred,
More confusion, and plenty of stress,
But I told myself this can't go on,
Cause  I'm so through,
Through from Pain and More.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Babies of Beslan

Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge, 
In a sea of blood-stained sheets. 

So many kept within a school, 
Being held against their will. 
Suicide bombers with booby traps, 
That care not who they kill. 

An act by Chechen rebels, 
Seeking freedom for their kin. 
With scenes of utter carnage, 
From those terrorists within. 

Semi-naked children, 
Seen running through the street. 
The Chechen rebels in the school, 
Shooting at their feet. 

Bombs and bullets filled the air, 
As the smoke engulfed the skies. 
People running from the school, 
With terror stricken eyes. 

Such barbaric bloody actions, 
Brought death and undue pain. 
The heart of the Beslan community, 
Won't see their like again. 

May the Lord our God watch over you, 
May he guide you by his light. 
May he hold you in his arms again, 
And keep you safe tonight........... 


In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.


Details | I do not know? | |

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?


Details | I do not know? | |

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. **

One:

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


Details | I do not know? | |

Know myself

before, I knew everything,

who i was, who i wanted too be, 

knew what i was doing, what i wanted too do,

knew where i was, where i was going, where i wanted too go,

but now, it’s different,

i don’t know what i want, who i am,

where i’m going, what i want too do,

i just don’t know myself anymore.

i’m changing so much, and i don’t like it,

it’s out of my control, over my limits,

doing things i would have never of done, and hurting people on the way,

i just want the old me back, the nice one, 

the innocent looking girl, with a million dreams,

the girl who once knew herself.


Details | Rhyme | |

Cannabis Song

This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good. 
made is seem wrong,

It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy

So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from hemp- the very best, 
Mayflower sails were too they passed the test,
1619 Jamestown settlers had to grow the crop,
It's absorbent fibers make the best cleaning mop.
clothing more solid and sturdy,
Eco-friendly for the fish and birdies,
replenishes soil with nutrients it once dropped,
known as the most efficient rotational crop,
artists for many years used the oil as paint,
use hemp money to pay for that date,
hemp oil could end the gas crisis,
Piss off Shell, Chevron, they don't like surprises,
Lets not forget the physical effects,
One of the best ways to let your body rest,
ointments for sore muscles and lotions for skin,
once it's ingested, ooh feels like a wonderful sin,
The many Cannabinoids help with cancer,
better than chemo not guaranteed to end the disaster,
Certain strains provide mellow for those with epilepsy,
imagine being the kid who just cant sleep,
take a dose once or twice a day,
they now see the sun's shiny rays,
Cant leave out the repair of brain cells,
the ones that alcohol beats up then bails

Why is it illegal you ask?
Politics wear the greatest masks,
Constantly paid off by corporate interests,
Wanted monopolies to bring them pocket book bliss,
Pharmaceuticals, DuPont, Randal Hearst, now Alcohol,
Couldn't stand the competition this “drug” brings at all,
To ensure the public wouldn't be informed,
Made GOV medical testing illegal and provided propaganda porn

So many other details,
but this must end sometime.
For some great information on cannabis
visit the http://NORML.org website




 





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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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Dangerous Games

Dangerous games
misusing my name
you always play
these high school games
giving you pleasure
you giving me pain
no wonder why 
women goes insane
dont never come home
staying away
cheating on me
day after day
my head messed up
thinking all men, all the same
people get killed
for playing this
WHAT!!!
dangerous game


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Fire

Red and Blue lights
Saphires and Rubies
a giant building with children inside
an Alarm goes off
children running around
yellow and orange tearing them down
death of yound ones
screaming for help
sirens roaring
water flying
crispy smoke clouding beside me
the touch of help as i start to cry
i pray to God that i wont die.


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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
14   
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
her
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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Cap N Gown (Angel of Sadness)

I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and a new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 
In and out of foster homes 
My only comfort was pulling this holster alone 
From school to football practice 
Academy award winner 
my moms was the number one actress 
From football practice 
to back to those two huge oak trees 
A metaphor is simply that cold winters choked my knees 
And I know it’s gonna hurt 
Seeing “Class of 2005” imprinted on my shirt 
Maybe it’s me being selfish 
But how could I not tell you without a kiss 
Like me expecting to go to war 
and forgetting to enlist 
High school memories was fun and games 
Embarrassment was done in by shame 
Senior days are now numbered 
Summer smirks ever so humble 
Along with my peers 
my misery is pumping me up to fumble 
Still I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 



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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
You
Through the tough
Times
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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I'm Sorry Girls

Mommas sorry I took you from
The only life that you knew of

Mommas sorry I took you away
From your world of friends of every day

Mommas sorry you had to adjust
To brand new teacher’s and studious musts

Mommas sorry you haven’t fit in
To a school of strangers and what had been

Mommas sorry I had no other choice
Than to sooth your fears using my voice

Mommas sorry if you feel all alone
But I’ll guide you through this fearful unknown

Mommas sorry you’ve tried so very hard
Still nothing has changed, all but new scars

Mommas sorry for the sudden change
Adapt my daughters to all that’s strange

Give me time to help you feel at ease
Give me the moment to help you please

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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forever

You came back
Reasons you lack
Why 
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
forever
we would be done
forever


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All Alone on the Shore Road

To whoever finds my letter, or even reads my words
I know what to say, but i know I'll never be heard

I sit on this shore road, all alone and afraid
My exams are a nightmare, can't even make my grades

Who can i turn to, where can i go
I'm so far behind, the other kids say I'm slow
 
The lure of the shoreline, inviting waters of end
What will i find there, for who will i befriend

To my mama and papa, i do love you so
From your loving daughter, with the waters I'll flow




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-3.php


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The Stranger I Always Knew


Never knowing the man/
On the other line/
Never able to understand/
You leavin’ me behind/

But I’ve seen your picture/
I know your voice/
So what made you sure/
You had to make that choice/

Did I cause you anger/
Please give me a clue/
 Now you’re a stranger/
I always knew/

-Chorus-

the stranger I always knew/
Calls once in a while/
Father its true/
I never learned to smile/

It’s gettin’ harder and harder/
Listening to you/
And talking to this stranger/
I always knew/

-End Chorus-   





You’ve missed so much/
In the years gone by/
 My high school crush/
The day she said goodbye/

All the winning games/
Fathers cheering loud/
But you never came/
Were never in the crowd/

And the phone rings later/
It was always you/
Hello to the stranger/
I always knew/

-Chorus-

The stranger I always knew/
Always too late/
Father it’s true/
You taught me how to hate/

It’s gettin’ harder and harder/
Keepin’ my cool/
Talking to this stranger/
I always knew/

-End chorus-








Now the day has come/
To finally meet/
This is your grandson/
Isn’t he sweet/

He has your name/
But we call him Gabe/
It’s even spelled the same/
Like it is on your grave/

This is a picture/
He made it for you/
Goodbye to the stranger/
 He always knew/

-Chorus-

The stranger I always knew/
And the life you lived/
Father its true/
You taught me to forgive/

It’s getting harder and harder/
Saying to you/
Goodbye to the stranger/
I always knew/

The stranger I always knew……

-End-




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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
you

I just miss you...

slk


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Trapped

Bell rings.
Chairs screech as they are
Pushed back.
Students rush out
Escaping the confines
Of the room.
Only I remain,
Lost in my suffering.
My head is resting
On my arm,
My eyes closed.
I am somewhere between
Sleep and Life,
Stuck;
Overcome with the
Puzzle
That is life.
The teacher at the desk
Says something to me.
He is only a few feet away,
Yet his voice sounds
So far.
I tell myself to
Go; get out of this desk,
Out of this room.
Something is not clicking, though.
Some wire is connected to
The wrong outlet.
I am physically unable
To move,
To live.


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School 666

Watching the news
makes me want to cry
I read it in the paper
and I can't stop asking 'why?'

An innocent one that has to die
I feel the tears in my eyes.
A family with a broken heart
the world we know,
is falling apart.



~~My Heart goes out to all the families who were victims of school shootings. ?? We HAVE to end this! I don't want to hear of another victim!!


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The Last Class

We entered the last last that one final day
"It's our last class with you, Mr. Daniel," one student dared to say.
The teacher read us a story, pausing to wipe away tears
Then he told us things we'll cherish for years.
Promises of friendship, email addresses exchanged
Whether we liked it or not, our lives were about to change.
"If you need me, I'm here," said the teacher, much wise
"I'll be your friend," he told us, brushing tears from him eyes.
"I don't do this every year; this time is special."
"I'll help you out when, with trouble, you meddle."
"Everyone makes mistakes, we all have our goofs."
"OSS doesn't kill you; we have suffecient proof!"
Sometimes people are given to us for a reason
They stay just a while, maybe a season.
But however you came to ma, as on to greater things I dash,
I will forever remember you; especially the last class.


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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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Death By Words

I am me but it isn't enough.
 The kids at school don't like me too much.
 My family's poor; I can't afford nice clothes.
 All of my socks have holes in the toes.
 I have 2 pairs of jeans I wear every other day.
 I try keeping them new but they won't stay that way.
 I like different music but they think it's whack.
 Being Black, I should only listen to R&B and rap.
 I'm very good at school because I'm very smart
 But they try to hurt my feelings by calilng me a retard.
 They say that I am stupid and they also call me dumb.
 They say that I will never amount to be anyone.
 They push me in the hallway trying to pick a fight.
 Sad and depressed, I push through with all of my might.
 The girls talk about me on Facebook and the guys find it funny.
 They talk about my appearance and how I am so very ugly.
 I hold my head up at school but at home I always cry.
 They talk about me daily and I really don't know why. 
I'm too black, too tall, too smart, too poor...
 All I want to do is disappear through the floor.
 They don't know I'm funny, nice, kind, and sweet.
 They'd prefer to talk badly about me to everyone they meet.
 Am I too scared to face them and say what's on my mind?
 Or maybe I'm not mean enough because I am too kind...
 I try to listen to my teachers who advise me to walk away
 But my bullies follow me to torment me every single day.
 My grades start dropping because I can no longer focus.
 I get in trouble at home because education is a must.
 All I want to do is go to school without getting picked on.
 All of this external negativity is making me withdrawn.
 I used to be so happy and now, I don't know what that is.
 I have no idea how much more I can take of this.
 I hate how I've given them the power on how to make me feel.
 They've caused scars so deep that I wonder if I will ever heal.
 Why did God make me so different? Why am I so disliked?
 I just want to be pretty and cool so that I can be liked. 
I'm tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of being scared. Tired of crying.
 I feel small pieces of me slowly and constantly dying.
 No one to talk to because no one understands.
 Now I am no more and it's caused by my own hands.
 The kids at school didn't like me too much.
 I tried to be me but it wasn't enough.


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MAcbeth

A herald told such a prophecy His future was described consistently He was rapt by the words said Like candy filling a kids head To be king was his desire That's when the world was engulfed by fire Malevolence thoughts filled his head Before he knew it his hands were stained red With the blood of men following him to his grave To supernatural forces he became a slave


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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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it was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Time I spent
Wondering
Thinking
Realizing
What I did

Nothing
It was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

I lived crying
Not eating 
Hoping you 
Would forgive me

But
It was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Was how long 
I sat there in 
Pain
Why

Because 
it was you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Is how long
It took you
To forgive
Yourself

Why, because
It is you

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

was how long
it took you to say
sorry after the
fight.

13 days 23 hours and 58 minutes

Was the longest
Two weeks of
My life
Why 

Because of 
You. 


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So Lost

So I am worried
my thoughts are hurried
how do I make them all stop?
Relaxation is dreaming
stress is prevailing
My body slowly falls apart
I fear I’m dying
without even trying
Has it all been for not?
Why do I want this?
Why do I need this?
What have I got?
I retreat from my failures
too scared to greet them
at my front door
I question my meaning
Where is the answer?
What do you do
when all your dreams are lost?
Carry on existing
but not really living
Force a smile on my face?
I’m no good at searching
as I was always yearning
for what is gone
I knew it would not be easy
but why is it so hard?
I’m feeling so lost


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The Nightmare of 2007

This is dedicated to all of the students who were offended at Orangeburg-
    Calhoun Technical College.

For the nightmare to be brought back is haunting
The thought of it being planned is sickening
We never thought we'd see it again
Especially not in this school and not by our friend

Is it not bad enough that our ancestors lived through it
That you had to come and do this and make us face it
You did it because someone dared you
You used it as a joke, but we take it as a symbol of what our ancestors went 
    through

How you let some skinny, stupid, ignorant, childish little boy push you up to 
    something like this?
Did you not see what happened in Jena 6?
We didn't expect this to happen from one of you
But as for the other, we expect something stupid in whatever you do.

Can you put yourself in our shoes?
What would you think if you were black and someone did that to you?
You would feel offended
And this situation would not be apprehended

You know this school is mostly attended by African Americans
So why would you do that?
You would have been better off if your actions were said
No matter how you meant it, it cannot be taken back.

Back then, whites used it for abuse
And for you to come and hang it up because of a dare and for you to push it up, is 
    no excuse
They say actions speak louder than words, but in this case, words would have 
    been better off used
This is now on your permanent records, meaning your life will be haunted 
    because you planned and hung a noose.


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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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Peri-Gonvre'(The Last of the Nerd who passed on)PART 1

Somewhere in the distant hill
lies a dilapidated old house that might give one chill
An old gentleman and his lady fare
were loners of life because they were the only ones there
Protecting a little child-teen of 13
A lonely  nerd or nebbish boy who only dreamed
to make friends with the outside but his inner self hide
the longings of a boy who was too bashful to confide
his parents took him from school because his
school-mates called him an Ugly and a Fool
Together,as three,they lived in this mansion ennui
The tales that can be told of this existence that
has kept them a Dead and one Cold
The Father took him Fishing(out back Yard there is a Hole)
to catch a big one-in their imagination mind-it is only a small peace
that both of them could ever find
Peri-Gonvre,the lad's name..that his school mates mocked LAME
All through the house,a child's laughter that scares away the most
disgusting cat or mouse
Both hands,left and right,has only two fingers each,that God made right
The attic above the 2nd story hall can only fit him because it is
5 inches too small(The Father-KinMen,designed it to be as confining as
the fireplace against the Stone Brick Wall)
Peri-Gonvre uses the room for his 'scape,from the island New England
that wanted to rape:the very spirit and the life of this like
sitting against the darkness,his eyes drifted far from the mortal Pike
SILVIA the feline little kitten coddled up next to him in this lonely Prison
She is the only cat to be allowed,
brighten up his disposition(disperse that iluminnescent Black Cloud)
Angel of the nightly SKY is first to shine upon the loneliness Guy
END OF PART 1


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secrets

i may not be a mahammod ali but my words will float like a butterfly and sting like 
a bee
now there was this baby girl who was so unaware and didnt understand why 
daddy used to run his fingers through her hair and lay next to her while tuggin at 
her underwear See mommy never knew what was going on because sixteen 
hours out of a twenty four day mommy was gone and know it is two days before 
her daughters tenth birthday baby girl is dreedin it like its about to be her worse 
day daddy touchin her in inapproriate places was the first phase suddenly her 
mother realizing her daughter is always in a daze
happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday dear alexis happy 
birthday to you
as i close my eyes and begin to make my wish
dear lord please dont let daddy ask me for another kiss
visions of the past came into my mind daddy touching me down there until my 
vagina bleeds puttin his body parts on mine tellin me its okay no daddy! it is not 
okay you have made me into the monster that stands before you today good night 
alexis i hope you enjoyed yo birthday her mother calls i have to go to work i will 
see you tomorrow be good for daddy i love you good bye no mommy please dont 
leave me here aline alexis began to cry. whats wrong baby girl are you having a 
bad day no mommy scary and bad things happen to me when you go away her 
mother chuckled and gave her a kiss on her forhead goodbye and left her 
daughter in the care of her husband as a tear fell from her daughters eye as the 
front door closes the bathroom door opens and there in her doorway appears a 
figure not a father figure but a figure of her father with a grin on his face and his 
dick in his hand telling his only baby girl his is going to make her a real wo-man! 
but daddy its my birthday and im--im ready to go to bed hush your mouth baby girl 
and give daddy some head well you know how that story go 
six years later cant even walk the halls of her high school without being called a 
hoe. people look at her but people dont see her people hear her but people dont 
listen to her well listen to this she is not a garden tool you cannot used her and 
abuse her like some kind of fool.
then throw her in the corner when you are done and expect to pull her out again 
when your ready to have fun 
the moral of this story is to stop look and listen but her mother never did that 
now she must stop look and position flowers on her daughters grave because 
yesterday ladys and gentlemen alexis died of AIDS


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Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


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24Graduation

I once thought this day would never come, but now that is here I’m sad and glad 
that this day is here. 
I’m glad because I accomplished high school and I’m moving on to bigger and 
better thing. 
I’m glad because I grow up here, I made lots of friends and met lots of 
interesting people too. 

I’m glad because I leave so many members here.
I’m glad because I had fun here and laugh and cried and just joked around here.
I’m glad because I never thought I would graduate from here and now that this 
day is here I’m glad but sad because I’m scared of getting out of here.
I’m scared of not making it on my own scared because this time I'm on my own 
all alone.

I’m sad because there are so many members I leave here.
I’m sad because I know that I’m not going to see my friends like before.
I’ sad because I’m not a kid no more now I’m a growing person that’s on his 
own. 
I’m sad because it’s going to be hard not seeing my friends everyday like before.
I’m sad because time is passing so fast and not slow but I’m glad because I 
have lots of members inside and as I move on these members well live on.

I just hope as time passes by my friends remenber me like I well remenber 
them, I hope all there dreams come true because I know when you want 
something and you work hard for it, it well come true.

High school has been a great experience for me. I know as time passes by I well 
remenber the good times and bad times I had in high school.

The knowledge I learned to go to college, the experiences I experienced but this 
is just one experience of many to come.
Today my life starts from this day on and today on this day I thank everyone that 
helped me through out my school years. 

Thank you for not giving up on me, thank you in believing in me but specially I 
thank my parents for being there for me for guiding me to the right path for telling 
me that learning is the right path to a better future and a better why of life thank 
you for making me into a better person thank you with all my heart. Thank you


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Memories Of The Past

This air blows around me 
Reminds me of the good old days
High school days which are past
Gone never to return
Old faces come and go
My head is full of them
Can remember the locked ins and outs
Wish it could repeat itself
Is there anyway to bring it back
Pictures won’t do
Coz it hurts
Times past still hunting

I’m listening to this song
But it keeps on coming
Assemblies we had
Songs we sang together
Social nights and youth activities
Its unbelievable how fast time runs
Real soon we’ll all be gone
It’s hard to comprehend 
But it’s a fact everyman has to face
Life will go out
Just as school days go
Wish I could be back again
Talk more with everyone
See the same old faces
But no, it’s not possible
There are faces that will never be seen

This air is pretty cold
Reminds me how cold life is
Days of softball tournaments 
Homeruns and first bases
All now behind me
Passed on like a closed chapter
Will I ever be the same?
I keep asking over and over
Soccer team and hatricks
All a playback movie in my memory now
 Tears about to fall
It hurts a lot 
No more buffness or athletics
All history now
And I keep asking over and over
Is life fair? 
Memories are past events
They never repeat
The cold air is too harsh
And the memories are fading
But wait
I will remember who I was
Be proud I was part of a great place
This will be my only consolation in this life


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Who Am I?

Betrayed by my own body

My sex inside

not who you see outside

Not gay, not straight

just different, many say weird

Belonging nowhere

Insiable hunger

Desperate need

Unquenchable desire

Unspeakable pain

Aching for every day privileges

enjoyed by most people

My soul crying

for what feels lost

Lifelong grieving

for what I don't have

My label is transgender.


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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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Given So Much

Given so much to others in my life...
Written sincerities to my friends.
Forgiveness of their mistakes and
For those who once hurt me verbally.
Many times I have generously given
A dollar to those in need of it...

No returning owe to pay, they forget,
Yet I still remain generous and gracious.
I'd give my life for all my friends
If I could and ever have such a chance.
They my friends have not been with me
For as many times as they've been with each other.

My life journey though
Is of self-reliance...
My mind is of sincerity
And generosity.
I give so much...
Even though they rarely do the same,
I continue to this strong
Sense and feeling of loyalty anyway.


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Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


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1-15-10 thoughts in my head

Sometimes I insolate mysef, just to be as alone as i feel. i smile, but if you would 
pause a moment to look into my eyes, you would see, im really crying. i bite my lip 
and look away from you, because im scared you'll see past what i pretend is strength. 
sometimes i sit, and count pills, or stare at the blade i keep in my drawer; my last 
blade, a keep-sake. everyone walks around smileing, but i wonder, how many of 
those smiles are fake? and would it change anything if we just took a moment to care, 
and see. how many of them are the greatest actors in the world? i want to disappear 
before my death comes. i experiance it every year. it is what has me today alone. 
memories can change a person forever. especially when we relive them, day after day. 
there will be three things in our ending; love, pain, and the never ending memories. 
our own guilt will lead us tp a personal hell. the question with no answer is; will we be 
saved?


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Painful Non-Goodbye

Tearing up,
This tiny, little heart.
Why?
It was already small to begin with.
All you needed to say was one word.
That's all I wished to hear.
But you couldn't even manage that.
I said sorry.
Why couldn't you just say goodbye?


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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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And I despise this house

The grasp is choking, hard, and cruel 
	The roofs are limited yet wide. I am the servant to this place. 
Her burning gaze sears through my eyes. 
“You shall despise this house.” 

Never to return to here. This foundation built on itself. 
 Raised to sky with other hands, with elements of life. 
Another breath - two more to hear, a shriek that is my name 
And to the gaze I whisper softly, 
“I shall despise this house.” 

I am the builder of this place. 
With arms held up by strings. My eyes waver across the fleeting ground. 
Trembling as I see. The whole of the world moves through me in blurs, 
When its distinct colors form to light. With clutched fingers on the rails, they make
My ears ring from the sound. I await the end on the last stair. 
And I despise this house


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Bullies

Bullies are mean to you, they will take your soul, they will take your identity. Bullies will make you believe things about yourself that's not true, they will push you like a toy, Bullies will take your brain and twist it in two, they will turn you inside out, they will take your love, your hope, your friends, your happiness, your not caring who you are and what you look like, and throw it away, they will change you to the point where you don’t recognize yourself. Bullies will change your life. They will never go away. They will multiply in numbers, and bully not only you. Don't let them. Stop what they are doing to innocent people. Show them that people who are bullied, are stronger than they look. Show them your you, you have faith in yourself, and that's all that matters.


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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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Shish (Hating)

Everyday I wake up being determined
The only thing that catches this eye
in a life of mines is why they hate me so much
from my friends to foes
I get tired of childish plays
from the fellas that just wanna lay

Now you thinking Im crazy
I just been going through some things
but don't no one understand
but they wanna expose my name
thats all that they know
they don't know the struggle
all they see is the trouble
I just shish; don't say nothing

these rumors they killing me on the inside
I battle the tears on the out 
where I still show my pride

Everday I watch my friends change
its all a shame
I been trying to make it through this game
now that Im doing something with my life
they want to put me down
all it is; is hating
they criticize me, talk about me and family
now just know 
only person that know me is God and I

So I just shish 
and let these haters keep on hating 
cause I don't ever want to take your place
In my life Im goin to keep hustling 
until I get my paper chase

What's stopping now 
So I just shish; let these haters rise me higher
is that my name in your mouth
but you better be careful
don't let the quiet cute girl fool you
I will straight mess you up

Yeah I talk it
Im never holding it back
because it makes me mad 
when you think you about to out
do me in your loud ghetto talking ways

Many people say why I don't wear my hair like this
Why I don't talk like this
Why do I think Im better than this person or that
hold up listen 
when did I ever have to be like you
you must forgotten my name
Neshia B. off in this thing
cause thats how I set it off
I got my own style
don't worry about trying to change up my profile
Im just another lady that has more class
telling you haters to kiss my but

What makes me upset
is how certain friends change on me
but my grandpa told me before he died
 I was going to walk down this road
Im sitting here like dang
he told me so
I knew that would come anyways
for better or worse
its for the better; it just shows me who real and who fake
So I just take what life throws at me
and try to live it out a better way

So I just shish; let these haters keep on hating


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Forgotten

Yeah, go off,
Enjoy yourselves,
I don't care,
Just leave me on the shelf.

You guys don't notice,
That I help you shine,
But you all ignore me,
I'm just wasting my time.

I pass by,
And you smile and laugh,
Not because of me,
But for others who pass.

I sit there with you,
On that table so round.
You never notice me crying,
Even though I'm so loud.

Am I really here?
Or am I a figment of imagination?
Would you guys even notice,
If I moved across the nation?

Am I really here?
Or am I a ghost?
Like someone who would come back,
To visit this earth?

Sometimes I feel like, 
I've been thrown away,
Just like the trash,
Each and every day.

I don't get it,
I don't know why,
But when I pass by,
You guys never say hi.

One thing I've noticed,
As the time went by,
When I walk away,
You guys only say bye.

I feel like I'm not wanted,
Oh! How this makes me feel so rotten,
But I think, 
And I know,
That I have been,
FORGOTTEN.


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Times Are Changing

There was a time when i can remember being able to say hi to all you meet.
There was a time you could trust your neighbor.
There was a time we could walk down the street not being afraid of whom we meet.
There was a time we were not afraid to leave our front doors unlock.
There was a time when we were not afraid to ride down the street with our car windows open.
There was a time when we were not afraid to send our children to school or out doors to play.
What have happen to these times where have they gone.
Now were afraid to speak or to look at anyone we  may meet. 
The simplest thing as sending our children to school makes us wheary of what they may encounter once they leave our front door.
Gun shooting and explosives everywhere.
People taking their anger out on all those they may see.
Not caring who they hurt or what they may destroy.
Parents hurting their children and children hurting their parents.
How Can This Be.
Family destroying the lives of other family members and friends killing friends.
What has brought us all to this.
Where did the love and kindness go.
Helping one another lending a helping hand.
We all need to pull together and change the wrongs of the world today.
There is a better way of handling things a better way of getting things done.
Life is short enough on its own.
We do not need anyone to make it shorter for us.



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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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The Stranger (Part 2)

I'm so scared and confused,
Feeling abandoned and bruised.
I'm so alone and don't know why,
When I think of the stranger, I can't help but cry.

It all happened four months ago,
But I just recently started to show.
When I see myself, I think of that day,
When the stranger threw my life away.

The morning after pill was not an option,
Neither was abortion, but maybe adoption.
I couldn't take an innocent life away;
For his crime, I shouldn't have to pay.

I'm so mixed up, I don't know what to do,
My friends and family don't know what I've been through.
I'm only a child, just barely sixteen,
High School kids can be insensitive and mean.

I'm going to have to tell someone soon,
The baby's due at the end of June.
I don't know what my family will say,
And because of that, I'm dreading that day.

How am I going to raise a baby,
When my parents are still taking care of me?
What am I going to do?
How will I make it through?

It's not fair that I'm forced to make this decision,
But I think I'll put my baby up for adoption.
That way she'll be raised in a better place,
But I will never forget her face.

She'll be in my heart wherever I go,
And I just hope she will know,
That when I lie in bed at night,
I'll think about her and hope my decision was right.


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THE VAINONA PARABLE

Constant fear... 
The school... 
You feel it is near 
Ever present... 

The bigger boys.. 
Thumping too 
It's not you 
You have no voice 

Everyday ,constant fear 
The steps to avoid 
The dread inside 
The bigger boys... 
The happiness died 

The wall built.. 
To protect yourself 
For the time there is not real 
The failure guilt 
The bigger boys... 
Crushing you under their heel 

The teachers? 
What can you do? 
A gentle heart.... 
Thrashed... 
For the smallest  thing 
What is the meaning? 

When it gets too much, 
You retreat..... 
Protect yourself 
What you must endure... 
To please the parents 
Who gave all.... 
In good faith..... 

To learn the school song....... 
in the hall... 
Forget the hymn book.... 
Take a thrashing for all 

How they forget.... 
what a school is for... 
Nurturing as it should... 
Prepare us for adulthood 

You live for today.... 
For you know... 
Tomorrow... 
Is only a beating away 

The years passed.... 
The crippled teachers fade 
The pupils they made.. 
Made to last....... 
Dark depression 
The bullying impression 

The pupils mindset..... 
Forgive and forget...... 
For their is life beyond 
The Vainona school days 
The Mrs Suttles 
Odendaals too 
cannot beat.. 
The heart that beats true 

They cannot crush... 
What makes us so..... 
What makes them small 
We grow......... 
We stand tall........... 
They fade away.... 
They have nothing to say 

So endeth the lesson.......... 
You cannot beat........ 
You cannot dim.......... 
The spirit within........... 
The teachers and bullies failed.......... 
The spirit prevailed 


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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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Words Do Hurt

Many people tend to think 
“Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” 
But let me tell you the truth about that 
Words are the one thing 
That can drive a sane man insane 
The hurt you get by those sticks and stones 
Will heal faster than the hurt you get 
From those words 
Some people don’t realize that 
They continue on everyday 
Breaking someone down 
Whether they know it or not 
Truthfully they should know it 
If the person isn’t smiling or laughing 
Words are so powerful
So strong 
So deadly 
But still no one seems to take notice 
Many teens are taken down everyday 
By their peers 
But their peers either don’t seem to care 
Or don’t seem to notice 
Most just don’t seem to care 
Because I have seen so many people in school 
Constantly bring people down everyday 
And not give a damn about it 
I think that we need to do something about this 
Because words are so deadly 
Many teens have killed their selves 
Or have attempted to 
Only because of the pain and torment 
They went through either at home or at school 
And it’s mostly at school 
And we need to open our eyes to this 
Not just blow it off to the side 
Because sooner or later 
Another teen is going to become apart of the statistic 
Of killing their selves 
Because of what people said to them 
BEWARE


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Hope of Happiness

I was hoping to be happy by sixteen.
The Friday night football
Tending to what I always thought of high school to be:
Cheerful, patriotic, outgoing, interesting.
However, something always seemed to depress me,
to prevent me from my sixteen year old happiness
Even the smallest things,
And could always throw my unbeat moods
Swirling down a dark, uninviting drain of silent depression.
I always felt helpless to do anything about it,
Like I was walking on a hamster's wheel,
Unable to control anything
And only able to follow along
Praying to God that I wouldn't miss a step
Knowing that otherwise
I'd fall completely off track; that I'd break down.
I felt that because I was unhappy,
I'd just have to deal with it
To "suck it up" as my friends would say.
So obviously, I accepted, pitifully, for a long time 
that I had no control over my mood, yet I was wrong to do so. 
What I failed to realize, And still have trouble remembering, 
is that I have to choose to be happy,
And I can't rely on others' actions and attitudes to make me smile.


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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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Life As A Song (Angel of Sadness)

Library lounge, It’s a sad, sad song
The bar scene period is a sad, sad song
Smoke purifies the air, still nothing terrifies my stare
Every episode, the same played scene
The strangers we rubbed and laid between
The washed up bartender, playing his hand 
Wife called three times, yet he’s staying to make a stand
Everything about this place is a sad, sad song
Each step we take, the making due with what’s left to bake
Burning crosses, turning to the open closest
After the bomb, no laughter to come
An early rapture for some
The flame that appears to be taking my soul
The mother who’s life revolves around another’s pole
Monroe, Louisiana, it’s a sad, sad story
The lives we lead, the heavy breathing
No response for the patients steadily leaving 
Frankin Parish High School 
The small town and communities, the empty liver pools
Nightmares that no longer bother you
Images that only seem cosper to you
Random flowers from strangers
Sadness that towers over angels
You life, my silent nights
Rain drops that trickle down my night stained windows
The shame that tickles my frown, no sins to close
The obsessions that claim our sanity
The morning dew that eats away at worn fabrics
Everything I just wrote nothing less of vanity
The guilt in my conscience, such a sad, sad song


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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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Mentor and Tormentor

a skinny, dreamy-eyed boy in a suburban Jesuit school 
showed up in your English class...to learn a bit of class.

you taught me Milton, introduced me to Stevenson,
made this boy make sense out of words 
directly lifted from some popular tunes;
I learned the power of the written word -
you taught me well, teacher.

you corrected my grammar, fixed my structures,
differentiated between verbs and participles,
showed me rhymes, showed me reasons –
how well you taught me, teacher.

now I’m grown-up tinkering with words without
your guidance and doing just fine, thanks to you;
a testament to how well you shaped, molded me - 
you taught me well, teacher.

I tried writing songs and lyrics that made sense,
remembering the lessons you handed me down  
long ago, the imprints and legacy you left me -
you taught me oh so well, teacher.

after many years passed we met once again…
hey, how are you, teacher, how have you been?
how have you been yourself, Fred, it’s been quite  
a while, let’s get together again soon.

showed you a few of my stuff, showed you some
of my lines for critiquing, for things I may have
missed; you started off with a poem I had hoped 
to turn into a song, one of the few  that I was
quite so proud of, a labor of sweat and love…

which you then returned complete with your
editing, or was it fault-finding? putting me in a
shock for after your thorough dry-cleaning, 
none of it remained, swept by a tornado.

you wanted me to change almost everything  
and rewrite them according to your style, 
leaving me practically with nothing but the title!

well, thanks, teacher, for everything, I don’t need   
your critique, this is not high school anymore;  
no thanks for making me feel like I was the   
dumbest boy in your high school English class.

You were my mentor once and I thank you.

Now you’re a tormentor and I don’t appreciate it at all.



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An Angel Came to Roberts Hall

An angel sat at the foot of my bed
And laid his hand upon my leg
After I fell asleep from a night of tears
In a lonely hell and fetal position.
I never saw his face or form,
But I felt God's overwhelming peace
And the place where his hand had lain.
In the morning when I woke afresh,
I saw the place where my angel sat;
Realizing that the next year would hold
The answer to my loud cries and tears,
I made my bed and packed my bags
And unlocked my bare room door.
Going outside, I felt born again again
Thanking God for Roberts Hall's womb.


My First Year at Shorter College


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GESTURE

Gesture
Sometimes eye can get bent it is the fault of no one
It is the way the gangs give signals to the others of their kind each one meaning 
death they play they flash the gang sign and then the way they play the way they 
give the death a double finger can mean a chopper a little hatchet he has hidden 
in the grass behind him a little further down the garden path of his destruction 
little further than the evidence suggests that we must go a man waves his hand 
at me and makes me think he is just showing me his gang he is just showing 
me his GUN hand thing his way he does his murder and some of the man who 
waves at me is sure to  be like this sometimes a hand is waved in just hello but 
that was then and this is now and to be sure it all confuses me most anyhow 
they wave it seems a gesture to be down to be thrown at me to make me frown to 
make this clown to fear for his own sanity please just keep the gesture of that 
wave please keep it take it to thy GRAVE and let me live in peace and not strang 
predicament of want. Please don’t wave.
The Gesture.


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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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Orphan

Suspicion drowns the concept, make believe

A whereabouts, those children found on shelves

Were forgotten and neglected, those who’d leave,

Their kids for finding happiness themselves.


Then as orphans can their sensitive to touch-

Be the difference b‘tween a cuddle or a clout

The norm, when no-one loves them very much,

As if the huge wide world has locked them out.       


And the chosen few are plagued to live this,

A forgotten dream in nowhere, someone dodged

It lies somewhere between the hit and miss

Of suffering that their parentage had bodged.


But survival of the fittest some may say;

Pays tribute to the worth this orphan makes

It’s down to them, the strength to find a way

Correcting what was bad, all those mistakes.        


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My Future

Sitting here trying to figure out my future
Will amended plans enable me to achieve my dreams?
I’m sitting here late at night
trying to think things through just right
If I plan carefully, just maybe I can pull it off
All I know is:
the mainstream path I’m on clashes with my style
I’m overworked and under slept to the extremes
all in attempts to reach my high-aiming dreams
I need to achieve them for myself
because if I don’t then I am lost
I’ll have no idea what to do
I’ll have spent all these years in vain
I’ll have ignorantly wasted years of my life
wasting them all on pain for no gain
I’m wanting more than what I’ve already had
I’m wanting to live up to the standards and dreams
I share with Mom and Dad
I don’t want to let everyone down
or to give others the glory of gloating
I don’t want to prove the doubters right
I don’t want to disprove my supporters
I need this dream to become reality
or I won’t know what to do
I’ve harbored it within me for so long
it’s the only goal I’ve ever known
If I’m not meant to have it
then why has it been instilled in me?


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My Life

		My Life


I lyed in my bed,
That was in a room the size of a shed,
All I wanted to do is sleep,
But then I would hear a slite creak,
I would hear someone steping down with their feet,
Telling me it was time to eat,
After I would finish eating,
I would rock while sitting,
The nasty food didn't make me feel feed,
But I still would head downstairs to go to bed,
I would just ly there,
I knew that my life was so unfair,
Finilly I would fall asleep,
Only to wake up to a beep,
I would do my hair and get dressed,
But still I was a big mess,
Then I would go to school,
All day I would act like a fool,
At school I could be me,
At school I could be free,
But then I have to go,
Back to the place that made me feel low,
I would do my homework then start to clean,
Then I would go to my room and dream,
I would dream of better place,
And me with a better face,
Then I heard a knock at the door,
I let the two guys come in and set their stuff on the floor,
It went from having fun,
To feeling num,
I went to my room,
Not knowing something bad was to happen soon,
I fell asleep and dreamed about a purple grape,
But soon I would awake only to find out I had been raped!