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I just so happen to know
This girl by the name of Victoria
One of my better friends, a better-than-ever friend
Ever since scraping my knee on the playground
In 2nd grade, sweet little Victoria came to my aid
And ever since, we've been the best of the best
Not a contest of who I would pick over the rest
But ever since high school, she began acting out to be cool
Acting more whore-ish
Piercing on her bottom lip
Random kissing in public
And I honestly had enough of it
Victoria and I then finally to conversate about it
I was curious about it, and hopefully could help out
But then those words came out: "My time's about to run out".
I was struck with confusion and worried to the fullest
Victoria's eyes start to water, my heart began to falter
Voice cracking, she uttered, "I have AIDS".
I could feel she was lost and afraid
Her feelings and emotions were spayed
And I was just as speechless as the next guy
Not knowing what to do, all I could do was try
And console her, be a friend and be there for her
She swore to me not to tell anyone
I accepted it, kept it, cause she's not just anyone
Things afterwards were very awkward
I wanted to tell someone but I didn't want to hurt her
My feelings were in the air
My words were filled with despair
My emotions wanted to keep quiet
But my heart felt the need to say it was dire
So I then told her parents, right in front of her
The way her eyes stared into my soul so coldly
I felt like I made the biggest mistake ever
But I perhaps lost my best friend's trust
Not very clever
The very next day, I spotted Victoria outside of school
I tried to talk to her to see if everything was still cool
Victoria then snapped and pulled a gun on me
My hands flew in the air
My stomach turned flips on me
My words stumbling and trembling, I tried to get her to reconsider
Her actions, pretty volatile, although I knew her reason for being bitter
As she lowered the gun from in front of my face
She got teary eyed again
Look at me with a smile, crying, said "I'm sorry"
In a split second, she turned the gun on herself
And off it went in her throat
As her body dropped to the ground
I dropped to my knees
I begged and I pleaded for help
But it came too late
Her blood covered my hands
Her death covered my heart
In a cloud of uncertainty
Regret, and extreme guilt
The flowers on her grave are the only tokens of expression
For how I felt, now that she's gone
Victoria's secret will never pass on...
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4 in the morning
Curled into a state of deep repression
Torn between pleasant nightmares and bitter dreams
My hands reaching for a body that’s no longer there
My fingers finding the liquid of intoxication
The kiss from the rim of the glass
Sends the sweet venom to my brain
Hallucinations become real beings
Lust becomes tangled with love
Affections I assumed were long gone crawl back into me
The romances from the past rush into hindsight
Punishing myself for preventable mistakes
Doubts plunge my heart into dismay
The venom in my body takes its effect
Gifting me with incapacity after incapacity
My sense of self slowly crawls into a corner
As the shell of a shattered man walks
Searching for purpose…
Finding his own wreckless abandon…
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So there was black kid
His name was Vincent
Chubby and innocent
Intelligent, but belligerent
Aged 13, he had his first crush
Abigail, a white girl
Pigtails and eyes colored like clam pearls
Only conflict, her family was racist
Her older brother, Nathan, would make threatening faces
He constantly chased Vincent from around her
However, one day, Vincent did find her
Alone by a lake, gazing over the crystal water
He walked over and decided to talk to her
She found he was a pretty nice boy
Not like any other guy who would treat her like a toy
It was then that they shared each other's first kiss
Vincent and Abigail couldn't even believe this
Their hearts were racing
Hormones were pacing
But up from behind them, became good ol Nathan
However, he had a gang of guys with him
Vincent knew at that moment he was finished
So he started running, as fast as he could
But he tripped over a piece of wood and lost balance
Fell in a pile of dirt, and couldn't regroup
Next thing he knew, he was beaten black and blue
Unnoticeable in the conclusion, and Nathan got the allusion
To bury the body somewhere, but threw it in the lake
Poor Abigail cried her eyes out, she couldn't take it
The pain, the violence she had witnessed
The pure kiss from a black kid's lips
Sound familiar? Somewhat if you know your history
I nicknamed him Emmett Till
Pure misery
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One starry skied night, I lay in the grass
Reflecting on relationships, people of years past
And then I see her: walking down heaven's steps
The memories rushed back, as if she never left
My eyes tear up, and I tell her "I miss you"
Her smile illuminated the night, and replied "I miss you too"
I asked "Do you hate me for how things ended?"
She answered, "We're all human: maybe thats what God intended"
I explained that I regret all my mistakes
She chuckled as a tear trickled down her face
She told me "I've never been more proud of you
I sometimes wish I could leave heaven for you"
I held her hand and looked into her angelic eyes
I had to ask, "Did you think I was different from other guys?"
She said "With you, there were no other guys
You were, and always will be, my everything
Although I know, you'll probably call some other lucky girl your everything
I came see you to let you know I love you"
I replied "I love you too"
This moment couldn't be true
I said, "Could you stay with me forever?"
She replied, "No, but you could talk to me whenever
Heaven's not too far away
I promise you'll be okay
Not only is God watching, I'm watching you too
Just know your in my heart whatever you do"
The stairway to heaven appeared, she said "I have to go"
I beckoned for her to stay, but I had to let her go
Before she departed, she gave me a kiss
I cried, but I smiled; I needed this
I watched her take step by step
I could feel her leaving; breath by breath
My soul then came to terms with her time limit
She'll always be mine; body and spirit.
In case you're wondering, the "she" i'm referring to is my ex-girlfriend Jonera Auriel
Raymond, who was killed (along with her brother) by a drunk driver on March 20, 2008.
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Heavy hearts always take a while to heal
Every motion you make seems to take more out of me
All the times we've expressed our "love" for each other
Real affection wouldn't leave me feeling this way
True emotions wouldn't have me wondering "what if?"
Bleeding from the inside, longing for a compromise
Ready for my existence to be explained to me
Easily sensitive to the words sharpened with your voice
A riddle seemingly only available to be solved with time
Killing me in so many ways...
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Through it all, we've found each other
Like a brother from another mother
We've grown so close together
You smother me with the warmth of your heart
From the very start, underneath the rainbow fireworks
Your slight smirk set off a fire inside of me
In light of being free, your eyes sink deep into me
Your lips speak with a language so foreign to me
Yet I understand, your body is the master plan
For the future masterpiece, which hopefully includes me
And a baby version of me, well, us
The love that consumes us begins to work its charm
A little spark in the night, we'll never disperse
Such as the magic of January 1st
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My first heartbreak
The way we fell apart
You left me gasping for air
While you were busy living it up
During a temporary moment of frustration
I didn't want to come back to you
Attempts at finding other love
One fling here, one fling there
My heart disagreed with every woman I touched
And my mind flashed an image of us
I feel like I should come back to you
Then love blinded me with another
She was every bit of you
My feelings were thrown off
And it felt like she would fill the void in my soul
I thought I didn't have to come back to you
Sensitive my needs are
She treated me better than I've ever been treated
Her affections made me lose sight of you
Her exotic passion made me forget about you
I didn't need to come back to you
But it all came rushing back to me
Everything she did...reminded me of you
My explanations to her left me isolated
I was back in the predicament I started in
I think I need to come back to you
I finally get through to you with tears in my eyes
You find a reason to take me back
We patch up the lost pieces of our romance
We become one again
And I'll always come back to you
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Dear Marilyn,
Or should I say Norma Jean
Your birth name is mean
And I mean that in the most courteous way possible
Throughout life you overcame obstacles, critics, and obsessive fanatics
But your talent was yours alone; no one could have it
To start off, I'll say I'm maybe your biggest fan
Or maybe not, but in my mind, I'm your biggest fan
I can honestly say that there's never a day that goes by
When I didn't wish you were still alive
Maybe not as young, but all the more beautiful
Your presence on the silver screen was like poetry to me
I could admire your physique for a lifetime
Your eyes were mysterious
Your lips were like crimson kisses
Call me envious of every man that called you his mrs.
From Joe DiMiaggio
To James, to that Arthur guy
You must’ve been the biggest twinkle in a parent’s eye
If there’s anything I’ve learned from such a marvelous individual
It’s that you live life with the tools that make you your own individual
“Hot”, “sexy”, “fine”, huge understatements
My fascination with your amazing character takes me places
I could be obsessed…or just another kid with vivid hopes
They’ll never be another you, your lifestyle was beautiful
36 was way too soon
Some nights I wish on a blue moon
You hadn’t overdosed and left America in a comatose state of paranoia
That way I could possibly meet you in person
I dream too big it seems…tears may seem obscene
But that only shows how much you’ve inspired me
Lit the fire in me, set milestones for me
I’m not ashamed in saying you’re my biggest idol
A blonde work of art, no actress could play your part
Well, I guess I should come to my end
This letter seems a bit lengthy
Just shows how much this means to me
So to you, Madam Monroe
You sure put on one hell of a show
Sad to see you go….
But just know, I love you
Sincerely,
Trey Galen Evans
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