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Kristy Mcgill Poem
Ivory moon
how you make me swoon,
as you cast your ivory rays.
Uncertain thoughts
of costly talks
surrounded by a thunderess gaze.
Eye's of forgotten beauty
look upon,
as the ivory moon hum's a song.
Never the less
I must confess,
The song that moon did sing;
Made me feel a beautiful passion
As that ivory moon
comforted me.
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For every friend there is something different.
Regardless of who they are.
In my life I have had one friend.
Every day since fifth grade.
Now she has a man that
Doesn't respect her.
So I wait until she wants to leave.
Hoping that he doesn't hurt her anymore.
In an instant our friendship went to nothing.
Please friend, he is nothing; I will be here forever.
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My little angel
Every waking hour
Love is in your heart
Only you can make your dreams come true.
Do not be scared because
You are protected by the Lord.
Lovely as the morning
And brilliant as the sun
Don't forget that
You are my sun and I am your moon.
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The weeping willow mocks my tears,
as the fog torments my body.
Frozen fragments of imagination
brings condensation to my eyes.
At the beginning things were great,
until the day I betrayed.
My mind taunts my heart,
my spirit and soul;
Like a fire burning wildly
through a dry field.
Consequences get caught
with circumstance,
As it is time for
the forbidden dance,
Love Interuppted.
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There are days,
When I feel so used.
Broken in pieces;
shattered, confused.
A feeling
you cannot shake,
my life is one big mistake.
When people see me
they always say,
I'm carefree and shameless in every way.
But my tears I cry
are on the inside,
my skeltons have yet to subside.
On these days
of so much confusion
I distance myself
from all heartless illusions.
I take myself away
from all my tears.
And things that where fuzzy
are now so clear.
So in this time
of desperate needs
I take a little time out for me.
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Dear Lord,
Can you hear me calling?
I need your help my life is falling.
Please send down your loving hands,
to comfort me on this sinful land.
Give me strength to go on,
to help others correct their wrongs.
Shelter my children
from the devil's grasp,
keep them safe in your Holy mass.
When the time come's
for me to choose,
the only one
I choose is you.
Amen
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Gracefully powered
a dance with the wind never ends.
The euphoric hum of hummingbirds
enlightens good friends.
Dignity dipped in strength
makes the fabric of life.
Adding new meaning
to what is insight.
Strings verberlize a story
fingers show wear.
A tree catches a breeze
rendering it foreign and bare.
Happiness courts love
imagine the two,
Blending into ecstasy
In moments so true.
thank you Mark.
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What does shame resemble?
An old wrinkly face?
Or a cold shallow embrace?
Look into my eyes to see
the pain that made me shameful.
Never did I think my will
would get stomped on by you.
But not only did you
take my will,
you teared my heart.
For the rest of my days
I will live in shame,
because I was fooled
by a fool.
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Breathless nights,
tearful fights;
shattered among the stars.
Empty ears,
thoughts unclear;
as to what went wrong.
Broken dreams,
fearful schemes;
that I still fear today.
Freedom wakes
as my body quakes;
For I can finally
say,
All I see
ahead of me
is a long happy life.
As for
you
my thoughts are clear
tear on the horizon.
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Dreams of a dreamer
thoughts of misuse,
Climb through her veins
as guidance eludes.
Freedom is free
and love is true,
But sadness is left
watching over you.
She'll scream
and cry,
but the walls will not break.
Trapped in her head
with no escape.
Too much time
will pass her by,
as she remains in
Shallow cries.
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