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Cherica Eckiwaudah Poem
These feelings are creeping inside me, I don't know what to do.
I look deep inside my mind, but all I see is you.
Why are you haunting my brain? why won't you go away?
I really want you to go, but then I want you to stay.
I think about you during the day, I dream of you at nite.
Do you think this is wrong? Or do you think it's right?
I know you say you love me every single day.
But do you think your going the right way?
Sometimes you confuse me, but you always make me laugh.
Especially when I see you in a photogragh.
I just want you to know i'm here for you until the end.
And no matter what happens I hope we'll always be friends.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
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Through my dark brown eyes, he was the best.
My heart knew he was better than the rest.
His voice was smoother than velvety silk.
His songs quenched my thirst more than milk.
Some people thought he was just a giant weirdo.
They didn't even give him a chance, how could they know?
The songs he wrote were absolutely brilliant.
They were really astonishing and different.
He was awesome and one of a kind.
He was number one in my mind.
Its a shame he had to leave so early in his life.
Feels like someone stabbed my heart with a knife.
He will always be my favorite singer.
In my mind, his voice will always linger.
I am done with this poem, it is finally finished.
He will always be forever missed.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
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A beautifully hidden work of art.
Absolutely stunning from the very start.
Vivid colors of purples and pinks.
Fill the setting skies as it sinks.
Mountains surround the city's pride.
Protecting it from the world outside.
The mountains and skies are the words that tell the story.
The building and cultures are the pictures that hold the glory.
Listen close so you can hear the wind telling the tale.
It will teach you beauty, please dont be stale.
Close your mind and open your heart.
And you'll love it from the start.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
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My mommy has elmos laugh.
She is a part of the riverside staff.
My mother is really short.
Baketball is her favorite sport.
Peanut is my mothers nickname.
In basketball she brought her a-game.
She loves me a whole bunch.
She always takes me out to lunch.
My love for her will never die.
This is truly NOT a lie.
This poem is finally over.
Now she knows i love her.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
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Seeing my reflections covered
Never to be discovered
As I lay down this thick paint
Wanting not to faint
Absorbing all the color of Christmas Eve
Hoping I don’t mess up and deceive
If I do even one thing wrong
My life wont be a happy song
Everything has to be perfect or it’s my fault
Just as perfect when you have to pole vault
Mess up one thing its not good
Looking me up and down as they stood
To my surprise they liked the messiness
Because my windows were like Christmas
With snowmen of plenty and Santa Clause
And lots of reindeer with big brown paws
People walk by to look and to gander
This I know is the best December
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
November 24, 2009
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She has a drinking problem she does not know the meaning of stop.
She's been to the hospital so many times, she's causing her liver to rot.
She is lucky she is still alive, and to even be able to walk.
But when she's drunk the voice isn't hers when I hear her talk.
Her face isn't the face of my aunt and it makes me cry.
Because she doesn't see the possibility of dying is high.
Seeing her this way is hurting my soul and my heart.
I wish her life could get better or at least re-start.
She's so close to leaving this world and not seeing her family anymore.
She needs to put the bottle down and quit making her liver sore.
I can't stop my eyes from making water falls.
Especially when the hospital calls.
This is a dedication to my aunt marilyn.
I'm going to pray again and again.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
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Smooth mountains arise
Breaking the surface roughly
No one hears a sound
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It sucks not knowing my dad, I think about him everyday.
But I wonder in my heart if he would have loved me anyway.
I wonder if he's out there, somwhere, just trying to find me.
Or is he sittin on his couch as happy as can be?
He's missed me growing up, and playing different sports.
He's never gotten the chance to take me shopping for shorts.
I wish I could see him, or at least give him a hug.
Or would he brush me off like I was an ugly bug?
Tears roll down my face, when I think of him.
But I also know my chances of finding him are slim.
In the end i'm grateful for at least knowing my mother.
She's always been here for me and thats why I love her.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
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Looking at her beautiful face
So soft and full of such grace
Glancing through her eyes, deep into her brain.
Just enough to see she is only half sane.
Seeing her lips, one bigger than the other.
She doesn't care, because it reminds her of her mother.
Checking out her nose, there is a bump in the middle.
Loving it because she has had it since she was little.
Reading the fierceness in her brilliant eyes.
I would know her, even if she was in disguise.
Feeling her personality when she walks into a room.
Leaking all the beauty like a young rose at bloom.
Wait, I think I know the person looking at me.
I am so very happy, I am so full of glee.
It is very hard to see her.
Wait, its me thats in the mirror.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
August 25, 2009
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My sister had her baby, just the other day.
She had her on the twenty seventh of May.
She has alot of hair, just like her dad.
She had the hiccups, that made her mad.
Her cheeks are soft, and chubby.
Her limbs are short, and stubby.
She has her daddys eyes, and her mothers nose.
Cute as a button, and they named her Mylah Rose.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
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