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Jaimee Batchelder Poem
Ululation
the car keys lay before me,
never got your chance to shine.
What if God would not have taken you
to soar above us all.
Would we have been friends?
Or nothing at all.
I miss you big cousin.
I never got to meet you.
I try to imagin what you would have looked like,
but all I can see is the urn.
That day replays
with the song in my mind.
I never got to meet you
but still cried the day you left.
I knew that I would love you,
but instead I had to mourn.
In loving memory of BJ Davis.
Copyright © Jaimee Batchelder | Year Posted 2007
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Jaimee Batchelder Poem
Black is a raging metal song
Screaming hate to the world.
Black is the color of the crypt
lying deep beneath Montresor`s palace.
Black is the lethal killer
flowing through the veins to an empty lifeless hole.
Black is the color of my decaying heart
witnessing the deranged minds of Slipknot.
Black is fear I see in my enemy`s eyes
as I step forward to strike him.
Black is the color of deceitful people
I am surrounded by.
Black is ominous.
(By Jaimee Batchelder & Brittney Chase. Thanx sis!)
Copyright © Jaimee Batchelder | Year Posted 2007
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Jaimee Batchelder Poem
The first time I met you
I loved you.
You took me with you to
a field of paper flowers.
We laughed an played
all day.
But nanny came and said
it was time to go inside.
The sun faded, the field
turned to ashes and
my love diminished.
You saw the world but
never breathed it's pure
air.
You left me standing
on that front porch
to wonder what will
come.
The world misses you,
baby.
Copyright © Jaimee Batchelder | Year Posted 2007
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