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Hear the Music

...SOUL TUNES...

Regret. It sounds like a drum roll...

Sweat prickling down my forehead,
Leaving the stage now a tempting idea,
There it is…Tuba? Sax? Trumpet!

Outshine? No, just survive is the new goal!

Twice it calls out. Run? Instead,
One arms sweeps, then the other, yeah!
The music sounds, and my body responds.

Don't think. Don't fret. Don't Agonize.

The guitar enters with growing tempo,
Tap. Tap. Kick. Sweep. Tap. Kick. Stomp.
A smile forms, back straightens, arms grow confident.

This is where I belong, that's what I realize.

The tapping increases, and the music begins to slow,
The skirt swirls around as I spin and the stage I tromp,
My feet and music fuse and I can’t help but feel self confident.

Halfway through? Oh my...already?

I am the music now. We are one. Not separate sounds anymore.
Swoosh goes the skirt. Taptaptap. Kick. Stomp. Taptaptap. Kick. Heel. 
The trumpets announce the end. Spin slowly.. Arms up. Hold.

My smile broadens. Careful. Keep steady. Steady.

Applause! Powerful, loud…The music I most adore!
It’s not the sounds…But what they make you feel.
Shhh. Just hear it. Let your ears be your eyes and behold.

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Summer Oh Summer

Summer oh summer where have you gone,
You brought me joy but now I have none,
School has once again started,
And my freedom has once again departed,

Summer oh summer why did you leave,
That you'll come again is so hard to believe,
Everyday seems ever so long,
And everything I feel seems so very wrong,

For sumer oh summer you come every year,
And when you do I pack my bags and get out of here,
You open my cage and let me go free,
Out into the air where myself I can finally be

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On Learning

The girl was eight,
And she hated to wait,
Mother laid in bed,
Staring into space straight ahead,
The girl wanted to go play,
But she'd promised daddy she'd stay,
Mommy was sick...but she always was,
So what was the big fuss?
Her mother gasped,
And in her dry voice rasped,
"I'm tired...so so tired. I want to sleep."
The girl watched as her mother began to weep.
Scared, she wonder if she should call the doctor,
She anxiously glanced at the door,
Her mother then began to smile,
"I love you both. I love you and Kyle."
The girl whispered. "Daddy and I love you too."
Her mother's smile grew wider, "I know, I know you do."
She then murmured, "Let me sleep, I'm beat."
The girl watched and sat quietly in her seat,
She watched even after her breathing was no more,
She gazed silently at her peaceful mother,
After some time she observed her father as he entered,
And as he began to cry her vision blurred.
She went into his arms and held him tight,
She smiled and whispered, "Don't cry, daddy. It's alright."
She pointed to her peacefully sleeping mother.
"See, daddy? She's not tired anymore."

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What Do You Do?

What do you do,
When you notice a guy,
When you want to,
Float to the sky,
With longing and lust,
When your mind thinks only of him,
Do you criticize your bust,
Or try to get slim,
Do you stalk,
Him- or,
Try to talk,
But what if you bore,
Him to hell,
Do you do the hokey-pokey,
Or scream and yell,
To provoke-y,
Confusion,
So you can flee,
Or do you hope for a distraction,
Like a flying monkey,
What do you do,
I don't quite know,
But I do know this is going to,
Be quite an interesting show!

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Memory Unlocked

contest: A Fragment of Life

Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key...
I look at the sky and for a brief second I know where I wish to be…

      ...At...
                                   The place, the place with crooked streets,
                                    With music, yes music pumping its beats,
                              Every person, in the town, my family had become
                         Filled every day, with soft sighs, of happiness each one

The sky was filled with sparkling glitter,
My shyness gone, not a single jitter, 
Leaping from bench to bench voices high,
Singing to all, singing to none; don’t know why

Laughter echoing into the night,
            Our dancing eyes the only light,
                            Many stares and glares, us not really caring,
                                           Just letting go, just being ever so daring




                                                                Around and around the kiosk we went,
                                                   From bench to bench till we were spent,
                                      We got drunk on water and high on air,
                        Lacking restraint, and with delight to spare,

                       

      ...Because…

                          We were home, at the home with the crooked streets
                                   And music, yes music pumping its beats
                       With my family, my friends, my home this place had become,
                          And every day, the laughter and our joy was never gone,

I look at the sky and for a brief second I know where I wish to be…
This experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key...





-Elsa  Gonzalez
August 21, 2001

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I Must Keep Going

I'm stumbling and falling,
Must keep going there is no stalling,
Away from this longing,
The longing of belonging,
I'm crying,
And sighing,
Tumbling and fumbling,
As the road below me is crumbling,
Of my destination there's no way of knowing,
But I know I must and will keep going,
There's no lying,
My hopes are dying,
This path is terrifying,
But I must and will keep trying.

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Younger Sisters

They tell on you,
Embarrassing you is all they seem to do,
They blame you for things they haven't done,
They take and play with your stuff while you're gone,
Your room is what they love to destroy,
Overall all they seem to do is annoy,
To babysit them you've given time up,
And they never seem to shut up,
They fight and yell,
Sometimes living with them is hell,
Although having sisters isn't always that great,
No matter what they do-you're sisters you can't seem to hate,
When they burst into tears,
To know the reason you're all ears,
When they come to you scared in the night,
To chase away their fears you try with all your might,
When they smile and hug you,
When they come with a boo boo,
You are always there,
Cause for them you care,
And everything they have ever done,
Is forgotten and forever gone.

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I Miss

You are over 4000 thousand miles away,
And I can't help missing you everyday,
I miss the warmth of your hand in mine,
I miss how with just a hug my world would shine,
I miss how you'd hold me so securely and tight,
I miss how your laugh would echo through the night,
Before I met you, these emotions I hadn't felt such,
Yet I know that I love you very very much,
In my heart I hold you dear,
And don't worry for we'll be together again in a less than a year.

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Surviving Till

Time goes by ever so slow,
Yearning and pain following me everywhere I go,
In my chest dwells a big empty hole,
Surviving till summer is my only goal,
Everyday needing to build courage,
Just to survive till the next day in this cage,
I have no freedom here,
And I won't unless I survive this year,
Until once again I've reached my sanctuary,
Where I'm always so happy and so merry,
Where there's no such thing as sadness or stress,
Only endless days and nights of happiness,
Oh, the dances to which I went,
The hours of running away from boys I spent,
The rejoicing family reunions,
Now I'd even accept my tacos with onions,
All my memories so unreal they seem,
Each day seeming more like a faint dream,
These have been the happies days of my past,
And shall be until relive again I get atlast,
Surviving till summer is my only goal,
Just to fill this big empty hole.

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Tired Of

Tired of never having a voice,
Tired of never given the choice,
Tired of always being on my own,
Tired of the ignorance toward me shown,
I'm only a child or so they say,
But of seeing things I've got my own way,
I know the world isn't fair,
I know I won't always be under adults care,
But I'm tired of important things to me being denied,
Tired of the excuses and all the times I've been lied,
Tired of going to school,
Tired of all the people trying to be "cool",
As if enough ignorant people don't exist,
To be like that no one can resist,
Tired of everything having to do with money,
Tired of all evil being coated with honey,
Tired of practically everything,
Tired of not being able to do anything,
Tired of all but my freedom to think and write,
And I'll do so to my heart's delight,
I'll continue to even if someday,
Someone cares and understands for what I have to say.