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Best Poems Written by Stacey Behal

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The Bones In the Hole

As a star to a child,
Far from earth,
Born in the wild,
Nurtured from birth,

By an addict within,
Leaves behind a mistake,
Forgiveness for her sin,
Sympathy she'll fake.

Disbelief arose the town,
Betrayed by their own kind,
Picture torn down,
No more body to find,

The departure was planned,
By an indecisive soul,
A printed story to stand,
The bones in the hole.

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Hey Boo

Take a look,
Into my eyes,
Chapters to my book,
No needed lies,
Trust me please,
I’ll bring you near,
A shiver; a breeze,
An imagination pure.
Gentleman style,
Falling down with desire,
Please stay awhile,
The flame to my fire.
Two sides to the half,
A perfect fit,
A smile shines; laugh,
Knocked down; hard hit.
The pebble to steal,
To set oneself a side,
Is this real?
Wanting to hide.
Hey boo,
I may never tell,
How I feel too,
Keep all well,
You remind me,
Of the princesses’ lost shoe,
A fantasy I see,
Holding onto hope-for me and you.

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Dot To Dot

Dot Dot Dot,
The solid block,
Injected like a shot
The time will knock.

Play the part,
As a characters life,
Flow with words from the heart,
Making an extra strife.

It's the tic to the toc,
Out of the box,
The door to be opened; unlock,
For success is sly; fox.

From a view to the next,
People are moving,
A phone call or text,
They cope with new meaning.

Pulling apart the foundation
Peeling down the outside,
It may be a vacation,
But it's about the length to hide.

As the relaxation is sinking in,
And the pieces are put into place,
Take a second and grin,
As the surroundings do hold grace.

All over from the West to the South, 
In a similie to a rule,
With us as people to use the mouth,
To speak the past and wisdom being fuel,

So never take a break,
The shock of an opportunity will hit,
What's to loose or at steak,
When you do everything to make yourself lit.

Back to the dots,
Know there is an infinite count,
Undoing the knots,
To make the rope mount.

Open-mind and open-knowledge,
Open book to find evidence,
As the sides a ridge,
Don't put up a guarded fence.

Blocking out,
Gives less chance for that goal,
Go now and shout,
And go play your favorite characters role.

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Red, Yellow, Green

Lights beam so sly,
The machines parts tie,
Darkness to the limit,
Streets lights lit,
Talk is near,
Century linked to steer,
Abiding by the law,
Rolling by in flaw,
Talk loud to the ear,
Roaring making fear,
The race is on,
Through dusk and dawn,
Flying by,
Fast or die,
The heart of the engine,
The race to win,
Red; yellow; green,
Around the bend; lean,
Fire crosses the line,
Switching gears; all nine,
The race is here,
Checking each mirror,
As the beast flies by,
Each car behind is shy,
For its life in the lane,
The trophy becomes my heart my game.

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If You Want It, Get It

If you say you CAN. Then you CAN. 
{{as simple as that}}. 
Where are your thoughts at? 
{{The new days up to bat.}}
Each a team mate- each a player,
Each a different flavor; a different layer,
Don't just be talk,
Keep your head up and walk the walk,
What makes that person have a chance?
The fact that they chase their dreams that started with one glance. 
Ending with a passion,
Leaving behind positive energy and compassion.
If you want it GET IT,
If you want it submit it,
Keep the motto everyday,
Choose which words you lay,
As the universe is a thought,
Who you become is what is brought,
Brought with desire to learn,
Never getting lost; always back to return,
You’re the next up,
Baking ingredients in a measuring cup,
Ingredients made up of your own,
Only remembered- by what was shown.

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A Dreamers Start

A heated rush,
Pink tinted flush,
Reflection as is,
An insights quiz.

Who art thou,
Consistant vow,
Hand across thy chest,
A promised test.

Channels to choose,
Casting unforgettable news,
Markings red,
Rose pedals fled.

Right mentality,
Serving punctuality,
As the dreamer recieves,
Their reaction achieves.

It takes a dream to make a dream possible.

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Strong Enough

Each day I cry, you may not know,
One day I'm high, the other I'm low,
But willing to become a star,
The walk of hurt wins; leaving a scar.

As the body falls apart,
I stay alive with the pump of my heart,
Voices speak but I cannot see,
Reality sinking in; and worse it will be.

Fragile touch to minds with death,
Lingering on with my strength; my breath.
I take this walk with few around,
The morning brings false hope, false sound.

Brown eyes may be a beauty,
But looking in the mirror, each days a duty.
Stepping stones while faces shrink,
Dialing each number, each link.

I will be close for family is near,
Disease itself gives each though a new fear.
Crackling down few paths I can now choose,
Although, I help out those with less to lose.

Truth is we all have low points,
Reaching to keep our body working; each joints.
Crumble the pieces,
Iron out the creases. 

I may be close to womething unreal,
I may seem happy; next to my bed I'll kneel,
Letting God know this is enough,
Not understanding why my path is rough.

People start to come and go,
They each have sympathy;but don't really know,
I keep my head up-but lupus eats away,
Making it hard to push reality at play.

I'm far from this world, but live in it,
Lightening flashes; rooms dark; I sit,
Crashing into the night,
I lay my head to rest; with dreams of sight.

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Grandmas House

Beautiful land in the distance,
Heading there in consistence,
Mountains far but so close,
Leading us to a touch of prose.
Hear me for our worlds at peace,
Bend the map; make a crease.
Here we arrive,
After that 12 hour drive.
Colorado with family at heart,
At the table is where we’d start.
Cards out to play,
Unpacking our load to stay.
For its Grandmas house so snug,
Searching for berries pulling ones with  no bugs.
For its Grandmas house we’re here at last,
Family times become a memory; a blast.
Downtown Denver is where we’d go,
For entertainment, shopping, and more.
Mountains near come to view,
High in the air the lifts flew,
To a land full of chip and dales,
A land full of fun filled tales.
For its Grandmas house we find it all,
From books, to puzzles, and deer on the wall.
Love is tight, so close, so right,
Each year we make it-just a different height.
For its Grandmas house; time for play,
Staying up late as memories mold into clay.
From rock climbing to white water rafting,
From a child so small,
To an adult I grew so tall.
I’ll always know this woman cares,
Stories and interesting facts she shares.
Never ending funny times,
Which are about to make some rhymes:
Laughing down the aisle fast,
Goes Grandma with the cart at last,
In her nice cars we found speed,
In her car so close; she takes lead,
Games all night long,
These nights could not go wrong,
Competitive withheld to each,
Although each game she would teach.
Shaun, Roo, and Wooky too,
Filled my heart with joy and the yard with poo.
Neighbor friends there to play with me,
And Grandmas rules were at plea.
For its Grandmas house I love to be,
Relaxing times and views to see.
Grandmas back to town,
In my papers she’s in so profound.
When I’m older I would write,
I see myself in her shoes; her light.
Her light of wisdom, care, and love,
As she fits so close like a glove.
With warmth of all above,
She’ll stay close no matter where; a bird; a dove.
Grandmas don’t have to be so amazing,
But time went on and she kept praising.
Praising me in all my sports,
From soccer, softball, and the games on courts.
You’d find my Grandma up so late,
Making work and sewing so straight.
Love for her will always be,
The way of life; the key.
As memories fade and here we are,
I’ll look up to the sky, your star.
No matter how far or near,
I will always have you in my head; so clear.

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Real Talk

It’s not all what you think,
It’s a lot to sink in,
Gratitude doesn’t shrink,
Or tell where to begin,
Levitate and meditate,
Scripture captured; saved,
What some call love-is hate,
Imprinted, engraved,
As the heart speaks,
Meek but bold,
Some of me leaks,
For the views hold,
Lost treasure map,
Passion to care,
Body trap,
Real talk; dare,
Times on the clock,
Out of respect,
If you don’t walk-the-walk,
What’s to expect?
The movements left,
Right under me,
Stolen; theft,
Ridicules see,
Justice printed,
Judgmental flame,
Fundamentals hinted,
Inside ones name.

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Up Up- Far Away

Faces; one now two,
Fluttering eyes,
Unknown to known,
Some turn away; shys'.

Shy away from flight,
One open now two,
Black view then white,
Mind takes off; flew.

Up Up- Far away,
Shaken to death; damn,
Your head down to lay,
Like a precious lamb.

So Real; Once Knew,
But no known sense,
An emotion unknown;new,
Friction feeling dense.

Glance then gone,
Gone then back,
A prayer to be,
One touch to lack.

The pieces rise;grew,
To save a soul,
Parts out one by two,
Push over now roll.

And Dont Give Up Till ITS YOUR TURN to go.