Mass confusion
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Rebecca
Chloe Chandler
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Prisoner of Love
bucko
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kristina
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Jessica
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YOUR FANTASY DREAMT
Ray Musumba
October comes after September
Sadness after Happiness
and Foliage comes of Age.
i reminisce when pleasure came by
euphoria came with tears,
and by the time you were leaving
i had already missed you a life-time
brimming with emotions
but no direction,
the taste of vivacity
now corrodes down my memory,
silent shouts of sad whispers
darken these long lonely nights
as if the scorchous sun's company
will be consciously appreciated...
...with no more tears in my heart,
prospecting in nostalgia is my errand.
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AUTUMN DREAM
Looking up through the trees from where you sat;
remembering our talking this and that;
though distant from this place I choose to be,
I wonder if you're so removed from me
I cannot reach you from where I am at;
the leaves, now mellowed, stems about to break,
in scarlets, yellows, nature's big mistake,
allowing one to see their silent death
their fluttering to ground in autumn's breath,
like plans we almost thought were ours to make;
from where I am, to where I have to find,
in reaching you, the touching of your mind;
so you will think of me, through time, the thief,
as not just one more broke and falling leaf;
but one you might have loved, though left behind.
and I will find a way, as I must do,
that river through the sky to reaching you;
absurd though it might sound, somehow, it seems,
one cannot think of autumn without dreams,
and dreams all have their way of coming true.
© 2002 ron wilson
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The Game
by Kyle Cooper
You hear the crack of the bat
and you look for the ball.
You run back and you find the wall,
if you make the catch you could have fame,
but if the ball goes over the fence,
you just lost the game!
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GOD WOULD GIVE US GRACE
Troy Edison Tiu Yaw
A weak person should become strong in order to survive the craziness of the society
To gain enough strength & knowledge would help, for one to get over his anxiety;
God would give us sufficient grace to face the problems we can't seem to overcome
Seek His will & pray & only then would His deliverance come!
When you're suffering, never ever think that He's punishing you for your sins
My weak friend just did & the devil grins;
The Lord is the Greatest in the Universe & you should definitely cast all your worries upon Him
Look up to Him where chances of solving your problems aren't slim!
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*Life From Afar*
Cody Ramer
I sit now by the light of a candle
Looking at life from the shadows
Spying on it’s meaning
Ease dropping on its pain
Looking for a painless path
A path with out rejection
A path with out deception
Looking for a way to live emotionlessly
Unseen by the world
Untouched by it’s poverty
Watching it from afar
Gazing at it in pain
With glossy eyes, a pain stricken face
Distorted by life’s cruelty
Wishing to stay in the dark
Never wanting to leave my shadow
But cravin love
Needing acceptance
Wanting dreams
Loathing their disappointments
When I see a dim future
Lighted by the beauty of sin
Guided by her love
Finding acceptance
Drawn from my painless shadow
Thrown into a world of turmoil
Thrown into a world of love
Living life for real
Taking a unseen path into her heart
Living life in Reality…..
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the truth
ian
the truth may be binding
the truth may get you killed
the truth may also set you free to do what you want to
it may also get in trouble carry you from the dark in to the light but the truth is always there for the good or the bad
use the truth all the time it better to tell at front then make it worse in the end
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LOVE LETTERS
BY: LIZ COURVILLE
He's writing love letters in his heart
You can see it in his eyes sheen he looks at her.
He looks deep inside her soul
Where her love is never cold.
You can feel it in the air
This passion that they share.
There's an energy between them
That words could not describe-
Together they'll move mountains
Forever side by side.
She's seeing love letters in his heart
You can see it in her eyes when she looks at him.
She looks deep inside his soul
To a love that makes her whole.
He brightens any darkness
His love will be her fortress.
He's writing love letters in his heart.
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DADDY MAHONEY
WRITEN BY SAMMY M. MAHONEY
When I was little I just wanted someone to love me,
When I was little I just wanted someone to protect me,
Then you finally reached out to me,
When I was grown I just wanted an apology a little sign of regret,
When I was grown I just needed the strength to reach back,
After a few months I realized I still needed you, and you still needed me,
I told people I wanted you to give me away on my wedding day,
Before I had the chance to tell you I was pregnant, you passed away,
Since then I decided not to get married,
I had a baby boy named Drake Ramon Mahoney,
Yes, he has your last name, yes, he has your ears,
I hope he knows how much I love him,
I hope you know how much I loved you,
I will help my son find his way, and I know God will help you find yours,
Forget all your regrets and remember,
One day you'll have your children and grandchildren with you,
Daddy, I love you,
I want you to know I forgive you for not being there when I needed you,
I hope you will forgive me for not being there when you needed me,
Please rest in peace, and always remember your family does love you.
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"Forever"
Linnette
-I want to love every part of you,
to curl up nest to your voice and marry your smile,
and run away with you and love your shadowy places.
-I want to know everything about you,
all the untamed emotions, what makes you happy,
what you were like when you were little.
-I want to be there with you the times when you feel most alone,
to hold you and kiss your tears,
and tell you all the kind words that you should have been told.
I'll whisper every one into your ear until you truly believe that life has changed for the better, every moment that you live, think and breathe in it.
-I want to fly with you and fall for you, walk with you across the bridges and along the edges. Lay my world down, right here and now and live in your eyes forever!
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My Old Purse Died
daphne
My old purse died,
In the cover of dark night,
As old as a tortoise,
With no strength to fight.
Daddy’s words still in my mind,
"go and give it a bath!"
But I put it off
Until I finally lost the chance.
The only thing I feel no regret
Is his belly full of money.
At least I’m sure that
He won’t starve in the heaven holy.
Farewell, my old purse,
Start your infinite repose.
Farewell, my dead purse,
With all my bless this compose.
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The Change of My Life
Ray S.
I almost forget when I had the first period.
It was a like dawn in my life.
It gave me thousands possibilities,
but it also gave me millions troubles.
I almost recall when I had the last period.
It was a like sunset of my life.
I had spent all savings of my possibility,
but also still have a lot of troubles.
I'm sometimes, no no so often, depressed.
I know the reason, but you would never figure out.
I'm sometimes, no no each time, thirsty of you.
I know the reason, but you would never find out.
When I take a night gown off,
I put my lips to your ear, and whisper.
"It's the change of my life."
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Wish there is someone waiting for me
someone who understand and make me see
the beautiful thing that surrounds me freely
someone who is full of hope and loves me truly
those are the words I usually say
when I watched the sunset at the end of the day
where the place is peaceful that makes me stay
to a friend whom to the Lord I pray
till I found that someone I've been lookin' for
I told God there's nothin I could wish more
for loneliness had walked out through the door
and happiness lead my way to the most beautiful shore
So, to that someone, I really really care
for everything we know to each other we share
that someone protects me from any nightmare
and me, as a reply, for that someone I will always be there
that someone was the best I ever knew
because she made my life change into something new
I know you'll be surprised if I'll tell you
'coz that someone I'm saying is nobody else but you...
jean louise j. espadilla
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the tale of a life time
by meghan shuck
the tale to tell
is not of one of pure hell.
Tis one of joy out of madness
and love out of sadness
to be told is a story of the bold,meek,and weak that help on that awful day.
When the cry were heard and the news people had there say. I cried for the
people that lost there lives,i cried for the children that parents had to
die.i cried for the men that that worked hard to save people like you,even
if you were white,black,or a Jew. I cried for the people that died and went
to heaven, I prayed for the people of 9/11
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"A GOLDEN TUNE"
BY KEN AMARO.
"I saw her walk among the glades
in reflections of the brightest moon
not a ripple had she made
to herself she sang a golden tune-
this voice she had of perfect pitch
could bring me to my knees
and she would grant my only wish
this woman made for me-
a crown of flowers she did wear
with silver rings on every toe
I kept a chain made of her hair
and of this she will never know-
I love her face by firelight
and as we sit beneath the trees
I know that everything is right
for on this we had both agreed-
just like a kitten she would purr
rose petals cast upon the floor
never alone we knew we were
and wreath of pine hung on the door-
the rest of my days I spend with her
this is what I promise you
this image of the way things were
a story based on fact is true".
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REMINDER
Stephanie Laterza
On the other side of the subway map
I call my mother from the wooden room I rent
With red romantic curtains to pretend it’s grown up sentiment
To explain what’s wrong and remember why even wrong I deserve pride
My mother’s clucking laughter assures a love as obvious as the sun
Sunshine is what you are mine always baby doll
No matter how far you’ve ridden El trains to escape the way I hate the way you come home late and don’t call
You call tonight from that room you’ve decorated to make yours since you’ve loved red
Since you were four in the red velvet dress
After the man whose arms remind you of Daddy
Has left and put you in the corner to cry
From the shame of challenging his words
We both know I am in fact a constant contact since you are mine
And from the blood of my own belly you sprung as from a poppy filled planet
With hands as small as a cherry fairy when it wasn’t patronizing to be that small
You are mine and even when wrong deserve pride.
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My ancient gods looks down upon me
what has happened, forgotten are we
Tor let your thunder sound
so they say.
I hear the sound from the sky
and drink some more of this, my fine wine
admire all that beauty from above.
Now Oden Speaks with anger in his voice
Tor let your lightning strike
punish this man who shows us spite
or so they say.
I smiling see this flash from above
missing my house, with rather much
i raise my glass and think, this is nice.
So they descend, my ancient gods
and speak to me with angry hearts
i let them taste this fine old wine
so we get drunk, the gods and me
or so they say.
Jan Svanstrom
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Who We Are
Josep Puoplo
Far off in distant lands you will find us.
On scattered bases around the world we reside.
Our nomadic way of life.
On ships floating across the many seas, we wait with deadly purpose.
We left behind happy and familiar faces.
Lives we used to live seem so distant from what we are now.
Warriors.
Sacrificing love and life for those who remain behind, safe and
Protected.
We are called to defend, to be killers and nothing more.
Lives of this Nations' future are guaranteed with our blood.
We charge and defend and live to charge again.
Each one of us is different and from different places.
Made to become one in life and in death.
Eating, breathing, sleeping and falling alongside one another.
Coming to the aid of one another as we are a family in our new lives.
One dies and a piece of our whole is taken.
Once and always we are connected in memories and nightmares.
Blood shared.
We march in never before seen or heard of places.
Coming back with a sorrowful closeness.
Our names can be read on rosters and in history books,
And on many a gravestone.
Our sacrifices give life to peace for those back home.
And to those who come after us.
You will see us in magnificent blue,
Guarding our nations leaders and ambassadors.
You will see us in drab green,
Receiving and awarding honors and medals.
If you hurt us, you will see us in flat colors of green, brown and
Black coming for you.
It is said that we have hard nerves and ruthless determination.
It is said that we have expertise in death and destruction.
It is said that we are brainwashed machines.
In fact, we are human defenders of the beliefs of a great nation
Who take pride in excellence.
We are United States Marines.
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LIFE
Alicia Miller
Love can be a hurtful thing either between a boy and girl or just family
Another thing;
life is also hurtful, because life may not go the way as planned, so don't get your hopes worked up too high in just one thing, because it will always come back to you
And...
it will slap you right in the face and when it does you will know it's there because you could feel it coming before
You
can't always wish upon a star for love,or for life, you have to let time take it's course because soon your wishes for a happy lover or a great life will come to you, so don't go out looking for them or you will end up in a hole in the ground
Then..
one day your true love will come, and you will have life in the riches, right beside him in Holy Matrimony
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Mariner’s Fate
Daniel Penisten
The old man is withered; the storms of life have taken their toll,
His eyes squint into the depths; the sea has claimed his soul.
They declare he’s a loner, family and friends left far behind.
He’s a peculiar character owning nothing, but memory unkind.
His lot is cast by the society detesting his breed.
For those he’s forsaken, forever he grieves.
His legs sway to the rhythm of the rolling sea.
The shores left behind never again to see.
His heart pulses brine at each pounding wave.
Remorse courses his veins, to his thoughts he’s enslaved.
Gales, typhoons and shipwreck are the fate to which he’s prone.
Roaming the world in search of purpose, his destiny unknown.
When his life is over there will be no marker made of stone.
Only the deep of a watery grave will know he is gone.
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MEMORIES OF HOME
Peter Addo
Inside the gate the smell of strong tea in the air
With burnt toast and real butter
Outside the gate, strong cinnamon and nutmeg.
But I preferred the neighbors who
Cooked rice, plantain and pepper sauce
And the other that made me nauseous at times,
Fried curry rice and herbs.
But I could stand the garlic
And onions from the other side
As I wondered how many bags of onion could smell that strong.
The dawn came each morning and the sun was never late
With the dew drops on the grass
And those insects who have ventured into the light
Now lying helpless on the ground,
Struggling to recapture their lost flight
Before the crows and other birds
Make a feast of them.
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FRIENDS
GunBritt Engström
The Earth, Tellus, our home in space..
a big little place..
hanging on Atlas's shoulder.
Can hardly be seen in universe
but contains many.. yes, much!
Imagine, if you knew everybody..
could unwrap your arms and say -
MY FRIEND... everywhere!
but...
the reality is that..
All my friends - and they are still many,
contains in a whirl on
Atlas fingerprint..!
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Treat me like a princess
Treat me like you care
Treat me like a goddess
Because that's very rare.
It's hard to find a guy
Who will make you feel great.
Most guys act like big brats
That's what I really hate.
But if you treat me like I'm wonderful
and treat me like you want me
and treat me like I'm beautiful,
then I'll know you love me.
And when I see you love me,
It makes me love you more
That's how love should be,
And that's what I'll love you for!
Leesah
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Live the naked eternity
Bobby Hamby
ask questions about dirt needles
and live the naked eternity
spend time with a broken wet girl
then die and kiss a ghost
it's like a moist boy
after just one breath
take a bath in a nude swirl
and drink healthy caramel sex
leave at inappropriate times
then drown and hate reality
it's just the push and pull
of hypodermic mud
wonder about subspace
live the naked eternity
stay in the corner of your eye
then go and piss some blood
cause i'm just a porcupine
that fell in love with a pincushion
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"on four post-it notes"
laura s
all the pretty horses have gone to bed.
never would i tell your secrets to them.
maybe big brother knows all,
but i know everything.
do you think maybe i'm wrong?
do you think maybe i can afford to live like this?
do you need to improve your words on my betty page drawings?
or is it me who's writing this all down?
warped brains, and broken bodies-
crumpled to the floor.
pay attention to those things you don't care about.
as her naked tattooed body falls to the ground past the abyss, her movie star gloves begin to fall off with the weight of such sudden death.
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"The Glimpse"
Harry Hyman
Would you take the grand step 'cross the sky
to stars whose sparkles beckon
and sever the umbilical cord of gravity,
be awed by planetary majesty,
embrace God's endless cosmic tapestry
and escape Earth's pull each second?
Then step on soil of a distant star,
mere footprints at Heaven's gate.
Curious you were to journey there
to catch a glimpse of God so rare
and brave new worlds with absent fear
on time for Destiny's date.
A faint echo of a tiny whisper
in the thunder of Time is Man,
a trembling leaf on an outstretched branch,
a blade of grass on dry land,
a corner patch on some crazy quilt
where good and evil reign.
But Greatest wonder your relentless search
to jump the stars in a single lurch,
to sit on God's cosmic perch,
And view the Earth again !
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Shattered
Kevin D LeMaster
At night he rides,
the captain of himself but not others.
Driving in my car I hear his voice,
masterful and cleaver, but saying nothing.
Mother makes him happy,
this shiftless, restless man.
Like a fly to the light,
he led blindly, but fervently.
He kept tulips and other flowers in the yard,
but the beauty never took and was the great facade.
A superhero to me,
he fell from the sky, as did my dream
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Just thinking
OWEN MARX
Thinking along those uncertain lines, you know the type
half wishful thinking... the other parts based so firmly in reality
that they are an unfortunate impossibility.
I've seemed to have lost the ability to dream...
that strictly youthful pursuit.
So instead I spend my days thinking about dreaming, too frightened to try
This is an interesting irony.
When I was younger dreams are all I had...
and I wished I wouldn't get so caught up
Now here I am wishing my cynicism would leave
So I could have those dreams again
because I have nothing
I want to be swept away
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FALLING...
Tabitha
Drifting into shadow filled dreams,twisted images swirl into black filled streams.Clouded thoughts of endless nights,im once again falling into this delusional flight.Soon my mind releases my inner thoughts,and in this falling i am caught.Darkness has now engulfed me through sleepy eyes,as my body twitches rejecting sleeps falling skys.Fighting the nights inevitable to keep me from falling,i hear a faint whisper of daytimes stalling.Weightless in this dark elusive rapture,a sudden feeling of serenity as my dream is captured.My eyes lazy as they open now daylight is calling,but darkness will come again and i will be falling...
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RIGID REJECTION
BY GEMMA TOMKYS
No polite conversation
No "it's not you"
Just a blank voice
And a "This is what i have to do."
No apologies or thought,
No "can we just be friends."
Just harsh words,
And a "This is where it all ends."
No traces of affection,
No shadow of regret.
Just an immediate confession,
Your point of view set.
No connection, no intimacy,
No talk about our fears.
Just a few sentences,
Which have reduced me to tears.
No memories shared,
No truth only lies.
I used to know you,
Now you're just a stranger with nice eyes.
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MY LIGHTHOUSE
BY CHAD FLEAGLE
My heart is in distress
Crashing about a violent storm-ravaged ocean
The jagged rocks beckon
Threaten to break my heart like the bow of a great ship
You are my lighthouse
Calling out to me from across the darkness
Sweeping your great light across the distance
Guiding me to the shore
Keeping me from the rocks
Calling me to your embrace
The warmth of your kiss
My lighthouse
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Reality of Autumn
Eli Walther
The leaves fall away
Never again to return…
Cold naked alone
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The Old One
By: Jennifer Overman
The tree is very high
All the way up in the sky
It's a peaceful day
But loggers are making their way
Towards this tree forever
But I won't give up, never
This tree is old
Loggers are getting bold
I need to save this tree
But not just for me
It has a right to live
I will never give
This tree will stand
touching my hand
forever
and ever...
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