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" What's Your Name"

What's your name" Was the first thing i said to myself when i saw you
Now that i know yo "The touch of you has become so special in my life"
"Momma said" There will be days like this"and im so glad ther is ,please don't let
me be misunderstood"When i say It's A Thin Line Between love And Hate" Tonight's The 
NIght"And i want to put it down on paper for you some of this Pure Genuine Mixed Love
So when i say" Hey LoveKnow that you Make My Love Come Down"And that's what 
makes the World go round" my World anyway' Who would have thouhjt A "Sadgirl"
A LonelyGirl" like myself could bring so much  brightness into a Thug's Life?You dried
up the tears  of a clown"stoppedme from being down, broUght me from "Cowboys to Cowgirls
.Now you got me hanging on your string because I'm Your Puppet.What could i do?
You Dropped The Bomb On Me".Im not used to this ,The Town I live In We Smile Now
And Cry Later" Let's Just Kiss And Say Goodbye" is a way of Life  Then"BurnRubber"
and never come back!I thoUght i had a choice  in this mixed up World and Baby im  for
real's"When i say in these Arm's of mine" There Ain't No Woman Like Tha One you Got"Oh 
and when you get out. How We'll Be Sitting On The
Dock of the Bay "Under The Boardwalk"Together Baby"
I picture thing really,I've been
"Wishing On a Star"Cruising On A Fantastic Voyage, me sitting SHOTGUN"PLAYING with 
your "JOYSTICK"Yeah 
that's what i'm talking about,
Baby. For now,It's just a Dream' A Dream Of Sexual
Healing" Not To Mention More Bounce To The Ounce,
With All My Love" That I Have For You "Let's Get It On,Not
once Do i Stop Thinking How Deep Is Your Love" So Darling
Forever Let's Stay Together
Please Don"T Be A HeartBreaker".Because I Do 
Love You"And You Could so EasilyTurn My World "Misty 
Blue" Please,Please.DoN"t think of me as a game because 
"BABY I'M FOR REAL"When a boy falls in love with me i think "IT MUST BE MAGIC"I
never wanted to play the game of "MAKE UP TO BREAK  UP"As far as im concerned "I'M 
NEVER GOING TO GIVE YOU UP".i'D RATHER GO BLIND, THEN BE 
"YEARNING FOR YOUR LOVE" I just want to tell it like
this"I NO MATTER WHAT'I'LL WILL BE THERE BEFORE THE NEXT TEARDROP FALLS"If there's 
ever something on your mind "remember you can "COME AND TALK TO ME"
try me,THIS MAGIC MOMENT,Ihave 'NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR YOU BABY.
Form: Name


Angel To Beast

Raised to believe she was beautiful and special
a look in the mirror reveals a ferocious beast,
with empty eyes and a sinister smile.  Wicked
thoughts fill the head of the angel
in disguise whose eyes used to sparkle until she became addicted
to booze and her best friend Mary Jane.  Origami

swans fill every nook and cranny.  Origami
creations, folded neatly from paper, hold a special
meaning to the girl who is addicted
not only to Mary Jane, but heroin, that ferocious beast
that goes around stealing lives like the one of that angel
in disguise, turning even the most innocent people into wicked

monsters who care only about themselves.  Wicked 
hangovers don't stop her from making origami
swans because they take her back to the days she was an angel,
when her mom and dad loved her, told her she was special.
Now when they see her, they weep at the beast
she has become and long for the days before she was addicted

to Mary Jane, heroin, LSD.  They wonder how she became addicted
to so many things when the little girl they raised didn't have a wicked
bone in her body.  They wonder who the beast
is that wrecked their daughters life.  Origami
swans, folded carefully, precisely, for someone special.
Every nook and cranny full, she fills bags full for her angel,

wanting to give the most amazing gift to her angel,
the gift of time.  Time is all she has on her hands.  Addicted
to shrooms, Mary Jane, booze, she knows she is nothing special, 
she longs for the days before that wicked
man came along and taught her how to fold origami
swans while smoking weed, snorting coke, turning her into a beast

that nobody wants to be with.  Now that she is a beast
she can't be with her daughter, her angel.
Her daughter loves swans.  It is her daughters birthday.  Origami
swans are all she folds, until her fingers bleed, addicted
to Mary Jane, she smokes herself to oblivion all because of the wicked 
man who never made her feel special.

The wicked man who got that angel
addicted to Mary Jane, and taught her to make origami
swans was her boyfriend Bobby, the beast who never made her feel special.
Form: Sestina

Another Sunny Day

another sunny day has come and will go away this is how my day began.sitting in the sun on 
the front porch of "kathy's hair salon"basking in the sun and being chocked by the clouds of 
cigerette smoke in the air.two young girls in a mustang looking cute talking o the phone 
never realized it might be there last goodbye.im swamped my mosquitos and traffic all 
around,never imagining the relity of that horrible crash sound.
bang crunch slam.spun around and flew into the ground people screaming all 
around."someone call 911'.a man came running from out of the crowd screaming outloud
to the girl on the ground.he checked for her pulse as he watched her bleed gave her c.p.r
with air to feed.no help had arrived no one coming to help only god knows whats next in this 
horrible mess.
she gasps for air but cannot move its obvious to all she lost control.no movement in her body 
no voice from her mouth who is this little girl what happend to her world?exhaust fumes mixed 
with gasoline is corroding the air still no sign of help is on the way there.to the man on the 
scene he only wants to help but to others shes a black girl and really nothing else.
to end one life to spare one more as she lays helpless on the ground.
suddenly a siren from out of the crowd rushing to help but not allowed.the crowd begins to 
throw bottles at the men on the scene,it becomes a factor that race is what they mean.little 
girl lost in a white mans town,paralized and confined and wheelchair bound.finally they get to 
help the girl but suddenly she realizes her friend might not be alive.
as they put this little girl in the ambulance she looks to her right and sees whats next.its her 
frien in the crowd standing tall standing proud giving her the finger as she walks away.
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Ghost On the Highway.

>>>>>>>>>A traveling sales man was driving home one night,
                     He was about six hours out of town.
                     A sign said ,there is a dinner just two miles up road,
                     So he had to use the washroom,and it would lighten up the load.

                    While i am stoped i might as well have a few before heading home.
                    He drank them down, paid his bill and left the diner on his own.
                    After driving for awhile, his eyes were getting hard to keep open.
                    His family was thinking he was on his way, or thats what they were hoping.

                   As he drove up a hill where it came to a bend in the road,
                   He hoped the car would make it there, for he carried a heavy load.
                   He pulled a cigerett from the pack and pushed the lighter in to heat,
                   As he pulled it out, it was hot and feel between his feet.
                   
                   When he looked up again, there in the middle of the street,
                   Was a young girl waving her arms but could not move her feet.
                   He hit the brakes, tires were screaming, but he could not stop,
                   By the time he got to the side of the road, the tires were smoking hot.

                   He walked back to where the girl should be lying on the ground,
                   As he looked all around, she was no where to be found.
                   He looked up towards the heavens, theres a message here tonight,
                   Dont drink and drive,stay alive, help us keep up the fight.
© Alan Fitz  Create an image from this poem.
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Through the Eyes of a Maniac

Her world is black. Dark,dismal,depressed.
She sees through the eyes of a maniac. Not a killer,but a twisted mess.
She is damaged. Torn apart at the very core of her soul. She is me, and I am her.

She desperately wants to end this charade. This bleak excuse for a life. That light at the end 
of the tunnel seems to beckon her to come. But there is one single thing that keeps her 
clinging to this existence. That keeps her from becoming a part of that light.

Her name is Avaya. An angelic little girl with hair like fire,eyes of the deepest blue skies ,and 
a laugh that lights up the deepest,darkest places in her mind. She seems to be the very 
breathe of life, the only life jacket in a sea of a hundred thousand miles. 

The little girl is there with her once again and she is plunged into a different world. A world of 
incredible beauty. Here she feels loved. Accepted! This is where she belongs. The little girl 
will forever have her heart. Forever be her heart. "Mommy loves you baby! Please stay here 
with me!"

But in an instant everything begins to fade. She can feel the little girl being ripped from her 
arms. She desperately clings to her heart, but it is torn away from her, along with all the 
great feelings that she thought would last forever.

Back in this maniacs mind, she sees the light. She must fight to keep herself from it. From 
becoming one with the end of her existence. For she knows that her little angel will once 
more come and save her from this life, if only for a second. So she shrinks into the darkness 
and stares through the eyes of a maniac, waiting for her heart to return.


The Lost Girl

the lost girl	
by Rebeca Hurst

the girl she sits in corner she is very quite no one knows what happens at home. no one
seems to ask or care. the girl inside me is very quite and scared. no one will take the
time to get to know her. she is trying to get the help she needs but no one will talk to
her or give her the time of day, No one know what i hide under the pants and long sleeve
shirts. no one knows what thoughts are running threw my head. people act like she is not
there. that she is invisible that she was never born they say mean stuff to her and hit
and kick her. then they wonder what happened to her when she doesn't show up for school
for days and  weeks at a time. then she shows up for school its the same thing over and
over again. Her old friends wont have anything to do with her , they just turned there
back on her like she is not real.Then stuff at home gets so bad that she runs away far far
away.  then they finally find her in the corner of a building on street with a knife in
her hand before anyone knew she was not in her room it was to late when someone found her
she had already took her life. because no one would give the silent shy girl a chance.she
was just a lost soul everyone said  that she did the stuff attention but no she didn't do
for it for attention did it to release the pain that builds up inside from time time. if
one person just talked to her she would still be alive and not had taken her live.
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Angels Fall First

In a blink of an eye
 The angel appears on the sky
 I see the innocence in her face
 While she tries to fly with grace

 A broken wing under a devil skin
 Her face is full of lust and sin
 She can not reach the sky again
 She sinned so much she will remain

 She is so perfect for this world
 But she will stay, she gave her word
 Even the Heaven closed its door
 And let the girl sleep on my floor

 No more wings and no more grace
 She is a human in a place
 A place of beauty, joy and sorrow
 The girl won't stay until tomorrow

 The gates of Hell have opened wide
 To get the girl that sinned with pride
 There she will pay for what she gave
 Beauty, joy, sorrow and all with ave

 But will she ever meet again
 The one that crossed her path, the man?
 Will she have the everything
 Even though she has now nothing ?

 But the memories remain
 And they bring her joy and pain
 She fought the war and she has won
 And now she bears her unborn son

 The gates of Hell await the muse
 She wants not but she must choose
 The being that she will gave birth
 Will mum or she return to Earth ?

 A soul has fallen from the sky
 Born in a family, but born to die
 Which one is she, the she or mum?
 I do not know but she will come!
Form: Ballad

Who Shall I Be Today?

Sunflowers are blooming and my sky is looming,
The sun sets behind the caramel iris of my eye,
weakness shudders my lips and strength gives my knees a push,
I speak, no I do not, do you? Yes you do,
Who shall I be today? That girl with a question blazing her warm face,
The sea whispers in my ear a secret of its possession, 
A bird sings it’s song; should I sing mine?
How can I sing when speak I cannot,
Ah a wandering spirit, to it I may speak,
Judge me, it will not; lift me it may,
Pretty flowers speak softly to me,
Trees sway in authoritative means,
Sleep caresses my mind, dreams flourish,
Intrigue paces the tunnels of my mental existence,
Happy places reside in the dreamland of my resting place,
The world I shall awake to each and every day,
Meaning I lack, confusion I possess,
Oh curse the forever thinking mind of an adolescent!
Leave me alone, it never shall!
You call me inexperienced, sensitive and extreme,
May you share the fear and forever hold your peace,
So I ask, who shall I be today?
The girl who’s fear rests beneath clouds of denial,
Or the girl who’s mind continues to wonder; continues to wander and will never stop to rest, 
until meaning is given.
By Laura Wilms
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The Death Flower

In the middle of an abandoned churchyard 
Stands a lily, who all pass by 
Growing in winter, spring, summer and fall 
Just simply, refusing to die 

Some people called it unnatural 
As they plucked it from the ground 
But when the sun came up, the very next day 
Again, that flower was found 

Day after day, they would break its stem 
Like a thousand times before 
But the lily would be resurrected 
And spring to life once more 

It was even covered with gasoline 
As they stood and watched it burn 
Once again, while everyone slept 
The flower, would just return 

They decided to bring their shovels 
And dig, til there was nothing to save 
And that's when they knew this lily 
Was a marker, for an unknown grave 

A little girl who was long since missing 
Abducted in the night, while she slept 
Never found, and they never knew 
The secret that this lily kept 

Her body was moved to a graveyard 
With a gravestone, so everybody knows 
The little girl missing, has finally been found 
And is resting, where the lily grows
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Things Aren'T Always What They Seem

I’m so pissed 
I’m so sad
Holding all this back 
It’ll make me mad

This piece of paper
Is all I have to confide in
To get this life
I don’t know what I did

The pain hurts 
And so I bleed 
There’s no hope 
And nothing to believe 

I’m all alone 
In this dark world
This sad cold
Depressed little girl

And who’d have guessed 
That girl was me
Starting inside 
I’m letting go of my dreams

How did life get this bad 
With nothing but hurt and pain
Has it only started
Or has it always been this way

It’s hard to believe 
It was all a lie 
Just cheating and deceiving
Time after time 

I’m dying on the inside 
And bleeding on the out
You judge me
Though you don’t know what I’m about

The sorrow never stops
And tears never end
Pain is always there
I can’t look ahead

I hide the hurt 
And painful secrets so well
Look me in the eyes 
Can you honestly tell

I’m the girl you may want to be 
But look a little closer
And then maybe you’ll see, it’s the truth
Things aren’t always what they seem
© Stacy Day  Create an image from this poem.
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