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My Rhyme

Roses are black.

Violets are dead.

Love is bitterly sweet.

Like a shot to the head.

They say love will kill you.

It will be the slowest form of suicide you've ever met.

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Broken Homes

Broken homes,
Broken places.
Can’t escape,
No empty spaces.
Standing on the edge.
Contemplating goodbye.
In a home in the city,
I see her cry.
If home is where the heart is,	
Then why do so many say goodbye?
Cause broken homes and broken places,
Disintegrate to empty spaces.

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Broken Bridge

As i start chasing, running into the night sky.
I find a feeling, something, to good to let slide.
Realizing I'm now reaching the end.
I come to a bridge, its broken and bent.
It has scars, rust forming on the sides.
What does this mean, was this my life?
I think about everything i did.
I simply wonder, how, why not this.


I walk up to the bridge, and touch the broken step.
It burns many layers on my finger tips
A rose lyes on the other side.
So beautiful, yet, its not mine.


I try to reach, go across the bridge.
But the one step i took it started caving in.
I jump back. realizing that this was everything my life had been.
I proceed and take one step on the bridge, and began to fall.
I open my eyes, the rose is in my hand.
I see my best friend who had died when we were 10.

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Uncle Auty

the lonesom nights of wondering if people cared.
The dreary days, when u thought no one was there.
The threats of you saying you were ending your life.
You always seemed to be on the downside.
But you were a character.
Took pride in every thing you did.
Your kids were everything,
even though a stump in the road,
you couldnt see them.
You lived life,
you made your mistakes.
But the worst mistake you made,
was going down to that place.
Drugs, were your addiction.
Your main escape.
Why did you have to leave this way?

Note: My Uncle overdosed on heroin and was a big druggie all his life he tried so hard to 
make things better but it seemed like someone was always bringing him down. He went to re-
hab so many times and seemed to be getting better until he went to a drug house and we're 
sure that they beat him up and gave him bad heroin. they dragged him outside and just left 
him there. But i dont know. these are some 
of my feelings.

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I Think I Might Make This Into a Song.. Idk..

tonight i realized.
in the midnight sky.
that i need you.
you are my light.
I sat alone in the dark for so long.
Now i broke away. 
but here i sit again.
Were you really the one who broke me free.
Who set me free?
The one i love.
Could it be.
You are the answer to everything i need
You made me who i am and will be.
Something more than a fantasy.
You became a part of me.

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Love Matters

Love matters,

though sometimes it shatters.

Long hours of thinking,

thinking everything is breaking.

Life gives me a different place,

ment just for me.

Yet coming towards the end.

Yet to find,

Only he matters.

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A Broken Winged Angel

As hard a it may seem
I cam across the broken winged
Angel of my dreams.
Lying on the sidewalk
Cold, barely could he breathe.
He frantically whispered in panting breaths,
“My broken, shattered wing.”
At a loss of words,
I collected pieces of his wing.
He touches my arm,
Gently as he looks up to me.
His eyes filled with tears, then he said to me..
“My broken white wing, torn from the seem,
Only one can heal. If you just believe.”
     I stop,
Only to see.
The pieces in my hands
Rise an join, becoming one wing.
The angel in the air, fly’s  to me.
“You had faith, you believed!”
Within seconds he vanished,
Nowhere to be seen.
The broken winged angel,
From my dreams.
Gone.
I open my heads to find a small wing,
In bold letters it said..
“Just Believe.”

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Soldier

He lies awake no words, no sound.
He cannot speak for himself.
Every bone in his body aches from long,
hard hours of fighting.
He looks back on his life.
With so many regrets.


"Daddy why weren't you there? 
Do you not love me?"
His little girls voice plays back in his head.
The regrets of not watching his only child,
not able to be there.
Now he lies in a hospital bed.
Bombs going off,  another soldier on the ground pale,  cold.
No one is compassionate.

They pull out the American Flag and cover another body,
a soldier, a brother, a friend.


He remembers days with his wife.
She never wanted him to go in the service.
He knows he won't be far behind the other corpse that's cold.

He never understood how fighting,
and people dying was freedom.


He died alone,
With no one there.
Cold, confused, scared.
He crossed the rocky bridge,
with one too many regrets.

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Numb

I use to cry when i had a lot of pain.
Now its nothing, it all seems the same.
It's like i cant feel, i dont have the sense too.
Like the beating of a heart, you can feel it. Something that completes you.
Sometimes when you cant feel it, others can.

With pain, and tears.
I know they are there, like a razor blade cutting deep inside,
not escaping from anywhere.
I'm completley numb from the inside out.
I cant cry tears, they no longer exist.

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Dad

this is a poem that my friend logan asked to write for him cause his dad died a month ago..
So this is my original work just his feelings that i made a poem about.



Daddy…


It’s so sad when I have to think your not here.
I remember all the fun times, they still are so clear.
I didn’t want this to happen, now your so far away.
But I know your not suffering from any hurtful thing.
The words still linger… I remember when you said,
“hey bud how are you, lots of love dad.”


All I have left now is pictures and memories from the past.
I will always love you, and you will never be forgotten.
My honor and respect are always going to be.
R.I.P, I love you dad.