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Jill Spitz Poem
What am I?
I shall give you some clues,
try to guess what I am,
or I'll give you the blues.
I do a lay-up like a chicken,
I swim like a cat,
I run like a cow,
and do hurldles like a rat.
I play ball like a turtle,
I shoot a puck like a hog,
I play lacross like a centipede,
and tennis like a dog.
I play soccer like a goat,
I kick a football like a mare,
I ski like a snake,
and snowboard like a hare.
so now you have to give me an answere,
and it shouldnt take you long,
for I think its quite simple,
I hope you wont get it wrong...
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2011
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Crouch on the balls of your feet
lean forward in suspense
hands and arms out
as though reaching for something not there
staring at the body in front of you
listening to the soft boom, boom, boom, of the ball
see a pass
lurching forward
grabbing the ball
all instinct now
sprinting
dribbling
nothing but you and the ball
going toward the hoop
senses all aware
feel the enemy’s hot breath on your neck
grab the ball
just a couple steps away
1......
2......
everything in slow motion
jumping
release the ball
firmly,
yet gently
hear the buzzer sound
hear the thuds of the ball bouncing back and forth between the rim
ball not deciding whether to go in the net or not
see the ball balance on the rim
hear the swish of the ball going through the net
see the score change
the enemy’s down by one
hear the crowd
cheering and stomping
teammates screaming and celebrating
putting you on there shoulders
Gatorade on the coach
fans surrounding you
energy level off the chart
happiness incredible
a moment to treasure.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
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Look at you.
You have everything you ever wanted.
You can do anything you ever wanted.
You cant get in trouble.
You can only gain favoritism.
You get away with being a bully.
No one would ever believe YOU would bully.
Well I do.
And I do because I felt your bulling.
You are the cause of the way I am today.
You changed me so much,
I cant even get my old self back.
You pretended to be my friend.
Then you ripped my heart in to.
You took my feelings,
and you used them against me.
You scared me,
so I took my feelings and pushed them away.
Now all my feelings are hidden inside me,
so even if I broke a bone,
I wouldn’t feel it.
You made me hide my feelings so deep,
I cant even find them.
I don’t feel many feelings now days.
And you are to blame.
Then you took my brain,
you twisted it so that I cant see myself the right way,
only how you want me to see myself.
Now I see myself in a dangerous way.
All my thoughts and memories are different.
I cant even look into the mirror,
or I will do horrible things to myself.
Then you took my friends from me.
I tried to warn them what you would do,
but you had already started changing them.
You are a horrible person.
You ruined my life.
You changed me right in front of my eyes.
Right under my nose.
Right in front of the world.
My hole future was ready,
now it has crumbled,
and I am so sick,
I probably don’t even have a future any more.
But then a miracle happened.
A light came my way.
and if it wasn’t for this light,
I would be dead.
This light healed me.
It fixed my memories and stitched my heart.
I see clearly now,
but at the same time I don’t.
For in the time I was sick,
I had changed so much,
I don’t recognize myself now.
I will soon though,
because I am healing fast.
And now I am healing other people.
Because I know how they feel,
and I know how to help them.
I know that they need a special light,
and I know how to give it to them.
You taught me to see differently,
you taught me to see hope,
joy, faith, love,
and so much more.
You taught me a life lesson.
so in a way,
thank you.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
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You love it while it's there.
You have fun with it,
you take it for granted,
and sometimes you don’t even know its there.
And you never truly even know what it is,
because you never care to find out.
You rely on it with your life.
So then it leaves you.
It's goes,
because of your ignorance.
Because of you never caring about it,
until you doesn’t have it.
Then you realize that you will never have that again,
you realize that it is forever gone.
Never to show its face to you again,
but still you hope with all your heart.
Because you need it back,
you seek it's comfort.
aAnd you apologize to it,
but because of what you did,
Sorry Just Isn't Enough.
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Walking on the sands of the beach,
feeling the warm grains in between your toes.
Seeing the sun slowly going to sleep,
the water waves tickle your feet.
Watch the setting sun,
the colors mesmerize you,
you can't look away.
wading into the water ,
washing away your worries,
happy as can be.
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Fire’s orange-yellow color,
Gives the room a joyous aurora,
Smell of lovely smoke,
Wafts up your nose,
And the crackle of the warming fire,
Fills the room and all the house.
Children poking at each other’s backs,
Laughing and singing to the songs they know,
Holding hands with their best friends,
Eating all the food in sight,
Shouting and joking with everyone around.
Fun and games the adults all share,
Wine and olives making everyone merry,
Adults all telling their favorite jokes,
Love and friendship flying through the air.
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Living on a cloud
flying high in the sky
feeling the raindrops as they fall
rinsing away your troubles
living on a cloud
sleeping on air
the sun in your face
seeing the world go on below you
living on a cloud
making friends with the birds
yet none of them understand
why you are up here
when you should be down there
living on a cloud
alone and frightend
looking for someone
to share secrets with
living on a cloud
the thunder becoming
your only music
but it brings joy to your ears
living on a cloud
the lightning becoming
your only light
but it brings happy tears to your eyes
living on a cloud
content yet not happy
living up here
and wishing you were down there.
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why do you judge people?
Why say to random people,
what is wrong with them,
when you have much more wrong with yourself.
You cannot let yourself be the person that judges.
you cannot let that person be your friend or anyone you might come across.
For would you want someone telling you that you have problems,
when they clearly have many more problems than you do?
So why do you still tell people they have problems,
when the problem is you?
Matthew 7
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2011
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I write this note
as I cry my tears
they are not the normal types of tears though
for I am crying blood
but I like crying blood
it feels good to cry blood
to cry away hurt
to cry my blood
soon I will be done crying blood
and It will start all over agien
they will hurt me agien
then I will cry agien
but I like crying
it lets me know
that soon I will have nothing left to cry
then the pain will be gone
forever
I cant wait for that
it is one thing for me to look forward to
it will be haven
better than haven
I will be joining my people
who are smart to get away from all this pain
they will welcome me
I will belong
truly belong
no longer the misfit
no longer the outcast
I will belong for the first time
then I will cry
but it wont be blood
it will be sunshine
golden tears of sunshine
I cant wait for that
for when that happens I will finally be free
free of this jail
for when there is no more blood
there will be sunshine
and I will be happy
finally
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People live for different things.
Some people live for love.
Some people live for hope.
Some people live for joy.
Some people live for courage.
Some people live for faith.
Some people live for others.
Some people live to animals.
Some people live to die.
Some people live for everything.
Some people live for family.
Some people live for friends.
Some people live to play.
Some people live,
just to live.
Some people live to enjoy.
Some people live to be challenged.
Some people live for fun.
Some people live for beauty.
It doesn't matter what you choose to live for.
Just live life the way you want to live it,
not the way others want you to live it.
Live life as if you own the world,
make it your own fantasy.
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