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Andrea Reynolds Poem
Grandparents are an angel wachting over me as I grow up
Grandparents make a smile when I am sad
Grandparents are my hero's for the rest of my life
Grandparents are my inspiration even when they passed onto heaven
Grandparents are there for me for the good and bad times in my life
Grandparents are the light in my eyes
Grandparents are memories from growing up
Grandparents remined me of what i did growing up
Grandparents love me for who I am and not what they want me to be
Grandparents can spoil me on holidays and buy mr gifts I need for school and
summer
Grandparents are the most important people in my life
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Andrea Reynolds Poem
A small town in Oregon
Fishing boats curzing along the Columbia River and the Pacific Ocean
Busy, fishing, boats
City of many fishers
They tell me you can smell the ocean, for I belive them the smell of the salty water in the air
And they tell me that the harbors are beautiful looking out over the ocean
And they tell me that the portsare always busy from the fishing
And having answered I will come see these places you talk so high of
Flinging toward the beautiful scenery of the Pacific Ocean
Fierce with everything that goes on in the city, a city made for movies
Astoria column,
Beauty,
Calm,
Historic Nature,
Harbors all aroud the city, restoring history, small quit town
Under the beauty is a historic town, a place meant for movies, the smell of the ocean air takes you away
Under everything Astoria is a piece of art holding onto its historic beauty
Enjoying the nice warm summer days and the cool summer nights
Astoria is a clam quit place compared to Portland a busy and noisy city
Astoria has forests on one side of the city and the ocean on the other and the historic look of Astoria continues to live on
A small town in Oregon, harbors, ports, fishing boats curzing along the Columbia River and the Pacific Ocean, busy, fishing, boats, city of many fishers, making movies, Astoria column, beauty, calm, hitoric nature, horbors all around the city, restoring history,small quit town
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Andrea Reynolds Poem
Standing in the dark I see my shadow looking at me.
Standing in the dark I see my shadow reminding me why I am on this earth.
Standing in the dark I watch my life go by.
Standing in the dark asking myself what am I doing to myself.
Showing me the past is the past and to let go of all the pain and anger I carry
inside.
What happened to me in the past has changed me.
Things that happened to me have changed the way I view life.
When my grandpa died things got worse in house hold I lived in.
One night a big fight happened I felt like there was nothing to live for.
These people had brain washed my mom the only person I had in life. Standing
in the dark I took a handful of pills before I realized the shadow of my grandpa
was there.
That is what stopped me from killing myself someone who cared for me.
Standing in the dark somone comes to me and tells me things will get better with
time.
Standing in a dark room realizing the voice was my grandpa Earl.
As time went on things got worse now accused of stealing they would search my
room and take things that were not thiers.
Upset I would stand in a dark room and I would slit my wrists.
I felt like that was the only way to feel pain and it always made me feel better.
Today things are getting better in a new home where I am able to have friends
over.
I also have my mom back.
Standing in the dark starring at my shadow I realize life is the most important
thing to have.
Standing in the dark I have a new lease on life and people love me for who I am.
Standing in the dark i see what my furture mybe like if I keep on living. Standing in
the dark someone comes in saving me from the things I might do to myself.
Standing in the light I ask for help.
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My blue tears will find me tonight.
My blue tears may stain my pillow as I sleep.
My blue tears reminds me of my painful past.
My blue tears are going to make me stronger.
My Blue tears make me a fighter for my own life.
My blue tears will give me freedom from the pain and anger I carry inside of me
everyday.
My blue tears will give me the strength to become a better person.
My blue tears will give me the strength to forgive and forget the things that have
happened to me in the past.
My blue tears will give me the strength to battle my demons.
My blue tears may give me the strength to stop cutting.
These blue tears I shed at night are giving me the strength to become a stronger
person.
My blue tears will give me hope for the future.
My blue tears I cry every night are my past, present and future of my journey of life.
Blue tears people shed at night can mean many things but it is their story.
My blue tears are my story of my life.
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As darkness falls I lay my head down on my pillow evey night.
I dream of the loved ones in the past and present.
I think of how muched I am loved by them.
I dream of the loved ones that have faded onto god.
They have faded to be with other loved ones in heaven.
Thinking over the years gone by the tears fill my eyes.
The tears find a place on my pillow.
Pain fills my heart as I realize I might die a withered soul.
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My love for someone is deeply gone
I hold on to my grangfather
Holding onto the memory's going on
Hold onto him as if he was not gone
I lost him apart of my heart died
But life will go on
I can't stop my life on morn him everyday
I still love my grandpa even when he is gone
I hold on as if he is still there
I hold on everyday of my life
Hold onto everything he gives me to
Remind me of how special he was to me
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