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Crystal Owen Poem
Life is Simple,
People are tough,
Loving is foolish,
Kids run amuck,
The genre is broken,
The generation grows,
People are cruel,
Even the nice ones growl,
Forever in heart,
Is five minutes in mind,
To know ahead,
Could raise the deaden signs.
Copyright © Crystal Owen | Year Posted 2006
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Crystal Owen Poem
My Name: Unimportant
My Age: irrelevant
My Grade: Doesn't matter
My Self: Unwanted
You may stand there and wonder "Why?",
I have my reasons,
No-one knows and no-one cares,
Everyone has their own agenda,
But me,
Mine doesn't matter,
They might say they care, but they don't,
They say, "I love you," but it's a joke,
I care about me,
No-one else matters,
They don't know me,
You don't either,
Because my confession
Is my passion,
My outlet,
My pillow,
My way out,
And no-one understands.
Copyright © Crystal Owen | Year Posted 2006
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Crystal Owen Poem
The realization of a dream,
Is something many experience,
To witness a nightmare though,
Few wish to receive,
IF everyone got their way,
The world as we know it would be in chaos,
To feel coldness, True coldness,
No-one as of yet has the pleasantries,
To hold something dear is not selfish,
To want something more is expected,
Having nightmares are few and far between,
But the realization of having a dream,
Is something many have and will experience.
Copyright © Crystal Owen | Year Posted 2006
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Crystal Owen Poem
Look into my eyes,
You will see many things,
My Gladness,
My Sadness,
My Happiness,
My Sorrow,
My Pain,
My Heart
My Soul,
Look into my eyes to see,
You will not be disappointed,
You will just see what my body is hiding,
You will see into my sad soul,
It will see you through my eyes,
So look into my eyes,
You will see many things.
Copyright © Crystal Owen | Year Posted 2006
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