Updated December 16, 1999. May the joy of this blessed season be yours!
There's more in Encore !
Tales of the City Bus
Carmen Speer (c) 1999
Monday, back in business, a man said to me,
the fat riding in smooth hills through his jealous
rage-filled cheeks, "I like a woman who smells of bread," and I shifted in my black
skirt and tight cream shirt with the shadowed hole hidden by my shoulder
a roof for where the hairs poke out, three days defiant
of the razor.
Tuesday it was an old man with tar-paper skin
and uneven hair, a white curl among the black like a surprised eye.
He watched me, watched the way my lip curls
and my eyebrows play with each other, one up, one down,
skipping the ropes that criss-cross my forehead.
He kept watch like a beacon on a lighthouse, my little
aching savior, homeless and as anonymous to the bus driver
and the rest of us on our way to jobs and friends'
as the bedroll perched beside him. He watched me
weary but fascinated, and I felt privileged
that in such a dried-up casket of a man I could light
a remembered spark, a fire in the funeral home,
and told him that I loved him when he was a boy
who fished off the docks in Portland, who put out his tongue to taste the air
of every woman who walked by.
Wednesday it was a bleary-eyed junky, who gazed at me out of one puffed
eyelid, red forks stabbing the plate of his iris,
forearms flecked with holes concentrated over one vein like the work of a woodpecker.
He fixed me with his heart-stopping eyes, asked me over and over
to help him, to break the needle
off in his arm and give him
no surrogate, to be tough
and scrub him until he shone
like a chrysanthemum, until he was enough
to lean forward for.
Thursday it was a man in a wheelchair
whom I tested with my newfound
callousness. "Life is hard," I said, "we all
have it hard, but we aren't missing an arm or a leg
to prove it," and waited to read his face, for the crinkled
pained paper of his skin,
for the cliff of his forehead to wrinkle and push his orange curls forward, listened
for his ghost toes to throb and call out
vengeance from the leg-shaped dirt in the battlefield where he lost them.
Instead he said, "That's right, that's right, I'd rather be legless and happy
than full-bodied and divorced," and laughed with his uproarious
mane thrown over the metal chair.
Friday it was a black-haired boy on his way to joining the ranks
of panhandlers on Fourth Avenue. He was the dearest,
with a dovish swoop of neck and a lank
fringe of hair, soft eyes like coins of jelly
sewn into his face, and a muted way of speaking, as if his words were first filtered
through flowers, and then through air.
I helped him up with my hand as he boarded the bus
and let a light into his eyes which was never there before.
Saturdays and Sundays
there are no desperate dear girls with their babies big as they are
and no troubled young men with their cautious cell phones
and self-conscious pagers. There is no bus-laced scent of sweat, no aroma
of ground-out cigarettes and sorrow, not in the streets where I use my feet
to walk off the scroll of cares that stretches me
like taffy. Saturdays and Sundays
there is no smell
of unwashed hair, feet, bellybuttons and beer slurped too quickly,
no oil-based reek of ridges and a thumb's
print loops on the yellow bleeping tape, no flashing light
of politeness, "Stop requested," no walrus bus driver
smelling like whiskey.
There is only me, sunning myself
hedonistic in the back yard,
far away from the rows feet fall in
forced to cramp together in the back seat.
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Daddy
Krystal Deans
Daddy when I was young you duct taped my bears arm together
Daddy you put duct tape on my banidaid to make sure it stuck
Daddy when I broke my ankle you duct taped a trash bag to my cast
Daddy now as a teen I need you
Daddy duct tape can't fix my broken heart
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Standing Around
Ashley Mathes
I was standing around waiting for you.
I wait and wait for the day to come.
I wait and wait for the day to pass,
and now the day has came and gone.
I no longer have to wait for you to come and go.
Just turn around, say goodbye and do what you do best and leave.
I am tired of waiting for you to come just for you to leave.
Just to break a promise one more time.
Just to break my heart one more time.
Just to say I once said hello, just to say goodbye again.
No longer I stand around and wait.
No longer do I have to say goodbye.
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I Loved Her More
Dustin Boynton
there's a scar inside i try not to show it
some pain burns to deep to heal
the love i had she'll never know it
i loved her more than my brother
although three years now she's been gone
a visit never paid shows the pain i feel
i know though life my pain goes on
i loved her more than any other
i was not there when mama passed away
i didn't get to say i love you
and i'll always fell this way
i loved her more she was my mother
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Summer`s day gone by
Don Bachelder
I saw a leaf fall
in the bright sunlight.
It floated through the sky
feathering a patient goodbye.
Children running, laughing, playing
in the freedom of their own time,
slowly settling like a snowflake,
that was soon to arrive,
when the children went back to school
to understand a simple why
to a summers day gone by.
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"We Gather"
"Shawn
Rogers"
We gather in forests of night, the moon ravent, in sight.
We gather on shores of the ocean, the water, a salt soaked potion.
We celebrate purity of thought.
A cleansed mind is that of worship, worship of our tender youth
driven away by civil law.
We now dance by the light of the fire, our war cries heard by other
worlds/
We declare war on forgotten dreams, screams in the night.
Worthy mistresses strip for us, purple veils covering their faces.
Their eyes seem hungry and lost.
A faint sound of a flute emerges from the distance.
A feeling of becoming overwhelms me.
Snakes surround us , threatening death, freedom.
Lizards join together , mixing molecules , creating a new creature.
O' great master of trance , illuminate the golden road of belief that
Something greater lies within the reaches of time.
Translate our desire for change into smoke fading into the cool air
of night sky.
Tonight , we gather in joy of a new world
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winter comes like the hearts of men. . .frozen and grey, the warmth of the sun; an unremembered impossibility cracked with leafless trees that search the unresponsive chill-air like gnarled death-hands clasped in futile prayer. . .
and we smile without meaning it, and we laugh without feeling joy, and it seems we're all dried-up semblance of ourselves and of our dreams and of our hates...
winter comes like the hearts of men; with inevitability and without the silent promise of better days ahead, and we swandive into madness embraced by the frigid arms of the season of the dying. . .
and we pursue the lie with a defeated zeal, and we choke off the beauty of gaia with obscene skeletal billboards and the structural ruins of pointless endeavor
and the tears freeze to our faces;
as free as we could ever dream to be.
mystic william tressler
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WAR
Fintan woods
"Destroying an empire to win a war is no victory,
but,
ending a war to save an empire is no defeat."
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Nothing
Cindy Trumble
Nothing's as sweet as a baby's smile
when she looks into your eyes
and gives you that little lopsided grin
and answers you with a sigh.
Nothing's as touching as a little babe
sleeping without a care
and as you watch, you know there must be
a God somewhere way out there.
Nothing's as exciting as watching her grow
watching her take her first step
learning to walk, and then to run
as she goes through life with such pep.
Nothing's as satisfying as watching her leave
the safe, feathered nest of care
knowing you've given her the best of the world
as she makes her way somewhere out there.
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lost love'
winter of life is endless
but white sand in the shore speaks
sweet memories lingers
they haunt me...they
remind me of you
you said i love you
and i believe its true
but silence speaks louder.
that only the future can foretell.
you wrote it on the sand
and the waves came
and washed it off, the agony of a lost love.
the days are worthless, the waves keep on rolling,
washing the shore...
the wend blows to nowhere...
love is lost forever.
iyanie m. gabriel
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Forgotten Voices
By Matthew Timmons
A stir of echoes in my heart.
Forgotten voices once silenced are heard once again.
Soft voices of Heart-ache and pain sing to the melody of tears cascading down
my face.
One word that was uttered broke the strong hold of love .
Now you regale as my soul searches for the comfort stolen by your contempt for
peace.
Only a barren heart can destroy a thing of beauty.
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SEATTLE
teratroop
Jack boots, jack boots everywhere,
like the Gestapo used to wear.
Tear gas,tear gas everywhere,
choking people in freedoms lair.
Merchants,merchants everywhere,
wring their hands in despair.
Critics,critics everywhere,
pointing fingers here and there.
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WHOLE
S.SOKEC 1999
Born unto the Earth
Given teachers in which whom taught me
what I was meant to learn
Driven only by the experience and not by the knowledge
I approach the world and am presented as whole
Whole, everybody assumes is who I am
With gathered together experiences
I take my turn and follow the journey
Headed for a place of which I know nothing
With only my experiences as my tool
Trying to set forth a different view
I start where others could not carry on
I pretend to be what I was presented as
And because of my lack of journey
I am anything then what my teachers taught me to be
And who they pledge in the race
If I fall short of preconceived investments
Developed in the embryonic state of existence
Am I nothing short of the whole
In which half is not me
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Such Things - I awake, to the sounds of trumpets and strings, singing me a melody of life, of hope and joy and in such things as these I find myself - smiling. Placed here, I don't know how or even much of why, just a taste of loving learning happiness, and sometimes, as much wondering allows, a distant glance, some small shimmering sight to the end, and beginning. I rise, arching up and reaching out, as if to clench, my fingers curling round and closing strong, bringing in, to me, what precious brilliant-raging fire, this enigma, this surging ever running river. Into this sea of light we travel, chance meetings and interminglings we share, whirling dancing with a great passionate flare, lifting up and not sipping, wildly drinking all without compare. I run, pushing fast all ablur, then slowing - sinking in, knowing seconds holding hands to long, still lengths spent in silence, while all around throughout the play moves on, on a grassy hillside nowhere, with sun's soft washing over and lofty limbs swaying. With turns upon the paths, and some, once upon I heard "wanting wear" we place our fancy and - become, inside this house, this estate we play, till worn we lay our heads. I rest, coming now into sensing, if only just a little, behind the curtain, wanting more to be, but knowing enough is had for me. And in this closing, with shadows stretching near, drawing up my breath to taste, even now, of the honey - laden richness of life, flowing in, all around me with warm silken folds, and again, I find myself - smiling
martin
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LARGO
-John Frary
Once a place of bent, tired weeds
now, flashing fields of vines
calling out to spring
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The Game.
By G.Wills
I stand in the park alert and awake,
Just waiting to counter your first mistake.
I'm calm and collected focused you see,
Nothing else matters it's just you and me.
My heart it is thumping adrenaline flows,
I know I can win this, we'll see how it goes.
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Irony of Life
jeyaseelan
A speck of hope
A box full of dreams
The light in the dark
Is not what it seems
A blurry future
An unforgotten past
A comforting hand
But how long will it last?
Waves of uncertainty
Overflows the mind
Reliving the memories
That are to be left behind
Life's whispered secrets
Carry a burden
Which lies unknown
In a secret garden
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Forming Icicles
Lvn4themnt
Desolate,
frost etching on the pane.
A chill,
wind whispering, gently moaning
like a weeping siren.
The snow won't stop
breaking limbs, their noise is
deafening.
My eyes barely able to see,
blindly wandering,
hearing only quiet whispers.
Unable to feel my fingers,
they feel brittle,
the chill is swift
biting at me.
I'm alone, frightened of death,
warmth is a stranger now
and now I am cold,
I am buried, and now I am warm.
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The Wild and The Wise
Luz de la Paz
I look into you...
that veil of a hair, those curious eyes, the quiet lips,
...and see myself.
I hear you...
that whispering yet vivid sweet singing voice
...and hear myself
I feel your feelings...
of confusion, of joys and sorrows
...yet I also feel my own.
I see how changed you are and suddenly became aware of how much I myself have grown.
We're reflections of each other
A mirror, two different versions.
One- the younger, the wild.
The other- the older, the wise.
While you stare at me,
I stare back and the future I see.
While I stare at you,
you see of your early history.
For quite a while, we ponder.
For quite a while, we're both full of wonder.
You reminisce while I dream.
We, two are spellbound, it seems.
I know now of who you were, yet I know not who am I.
>From that conclusion, I utter a cry,
for I am lost and bewildered of what's to become of me.
So confused, close to reaching insanity.
You calmed me down,
turned my frown upside down,
assured me that things will be fine,
for the life I want to have will be mine.
Now that I know what's to become of me,
I think and ask what is to become of you?
You say, "I care no more for my end is near.
But I have no worry, I have none to fear.
My life has been great, it has been a blast.
Besides, all good things doesn't at all last.
Something awaits me, something more.
Something I'm sure of which I'll adore.
For I know it came from inside my heart, it's core.
It will be waiting for me right by the door."
You seemed so sure so happy so complete
That I dare not ask which things you hope to meet.
After that, we decided it's time to part
after sharing a piece of each other's heart.
You wished me the best and I wished you yours
As we parted with smiles on our faces (of course).
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Broken Bicycle
by S.T.Morawski
My front tire is flat
It has lost all it's air.
My dull rim is bent
from constant wear and tear.
I can no longer go straight
I wobble and I squeak.
I don't want to give up
but I feel so tired and weak.
Take me to the nearest repair shop.
Don't leave me to rust in the rain.
I want to be strong and healthy
so I can pedal again without pain.
Please look beyond the damage
and see what beauty is there.
Some new paint and bolts and love
I am a broken bicycle in need of repair.
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Heart of Gold
John Bergemann
To be caring enough,
To protect those you love.
To be a shoulder
For a friend to cry on.
To give gifts,
When it's not expected.
To show love,
Without needing affection.
What are these qualities,
Why do we care?
Do they make a difference
In noticing the guy they're from?
In the end,
Will you discover
That there are some guys
With a "Heart Of Gold."
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Birth Horoscope
--Jamie Bunch
The stars inform me that you are a Pisces born of water,
but as mercury and the moon
fall under the influence of Capricorn, your feet
(unlike my own)
are planted upon the solid rock of common sense.
And this is true of you--
logical, reasonable, you possess an alert mind
capable of absorbing knowledge for the sake of it,
you slide through the open doors of opportunity
on the honey coated genius of your charm and wit.
Dwarfing other satellites orbiting your mammoth body,
you rely solely on the cold, hard facts of things
and call my study of astrology pointless and absurd.
Meanwhile, my dear, the stars dissect
your secret depths
and afford me a porthole perspective
of mars wrecking havoc
beneath your swirling surface.
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SMALL VOICES
by Phillip j. Hawley
with voices small and distance long
the ancient secret kept
but i came upon it anyway
while the grownup in me slept
ting ting ting i heard
across the cavern dark
each mated echo to it's source
each note paired to the hammers' spark
sing sing sing and work
each step and turn with tune in time
the flavor of the song aglow
with flash and dash and pantomime
conflagration and stark relief
strobe elf and golum features bright
revealed here to myself concealed
and succored by the night
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A FEMALE GHOST OF UNCERTAINTY
KELLEN ARNETTE
MARSHALL
HER THE STRANGER
WHO CHARMED AND DECEIVED
MAKING OURSELVES LOVE HER
SHE LIED
WE BELIEVED
HER LAUGH WAS DANGER
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Innocence Lost
Dorothy Lipski
Put wings on a devil,
And it still hates.
Cake on the make-up,
Pop the pills, like candy.
Paint on a smile.
Live in dream.
Make a mask,
Glue on glitter.
Choke on a laugh.
Such it in,
But your still the same.
Crack open your skull.
It rots inside.
Little girl, fell in the wrong hands.
Long gone, fast asleep.
Only a shell is left.
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THE STRANGER
Erin Marie Walker
Creeping through the darkness, Crawling through the night,
He called to her softly, As the animals scurried in fright,
Cape billowing in the wind, Eyes burning the brightest red,
As he came to gather Aimee, Who lay sleeping in her bed.
As he crawled through the window, Carrying his bag of sand,
The child slowly opened her eyes, and saw his black knarled hand,
The stinging started in her eyes, and coursed through her veins,
There she lay, in her bed, where no trace of the stranger remains.
Morning will come and she will rise
The sparkle and glimmer within her eyes
And in her heart there is a space
Which will always be filled with remembrance of his face
And every night, she will dream in a land,
Which has been given to her by the Sandman
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The Oak Leaf's Life
By: Garron M Penland II
The leaves on the oak once green have lost their luster.
They shined once more, then fell in a decaying cluster
The grass is brittle from the ice all around
And no where in sight can little creatures be found.
Inside we lay - you asleep on my chest
Whiles I lie awake form an eternal unrest.
If I quiet my breath, your heartbeat I hear,
And outside the branches stroke the window with care.
I contemplate our life and where we will go.
I think of tomorrow and if it will snow.
Will you love me forever, or leave next year.
Will our love shine once more or die right here.
On the oak trees branches, few leaves remain.
They hold on for dear life awaiting seasons change.
It's funny that way, the oak leaves life,
So much like a man and the marriage to his wife.
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Life to Death
mvwilson
Life
Life is only fulfilled when you have love.
Then what is love?
To some it is a sudden glance.
To others, a longing look into each other's eyes.
A sudden spark,
A long-time friendship suddenly changing.
I think love is the ultimate sacrifice.
Not just showing that you care,
But knowing in your heart
That for this person
You would do anything and everything.
From the slightest change in personality,
To the greatest show of love:
Death.
For life to be fulfilled,
There must be love.
To prove love,
There must be death.
Therefore, Life can only be fulfilled through Death.
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People
Raelyn J. Greene©October 1996
The lost people of our urban jungles
Created by insanity or corporate bungles
Kinsmen cast aside by love and life
Forced to live through grief and strife
Discard their dreams and aspirations
Endure our looks of consternation
Shadowy figures, they shuffle-gait
You see them early, you see them late
Faceless entities on the street
Whose hungry eyes we avoid to meet
Faces bare with profound pain
Bent and stooped by our disdain
You know them too, seen them there
We try our best to be unaware
Of their senseless waste and want
Our superiority we choose to flaunt
Their silent voices we cannot hear
Grant them room out of fear
What harm would come if we dare
Reach out to them with hands that care
Offer shelter, warmth and hope
Give them strength to endure and cope
Remove the clouds that block their sun
Contribute food not smoking gun
Would we a lesser race become
To empathize with those we shun
Practice that which our mouths speak
Show victory paths to the weak
Put ourselves in another person's place
Free our souls from this disgrace
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"No One"
provorov
Long sleepless nights
Filled with my tears,
Trying to forget
About all of my fears.
Crying as i lie alone
Is where i remain,
No one to dry my tears
No one to ease my pain.
My silent screams Are never heard,
No one even listens
To one of my words.
No one to comfort me
In my time of need,
I just lie there
While my heart bleeds.
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Lost
margrethe
Maybe you'll call me
and I'll put on that dress
the one you said wasn't a dress but a weapon
and we'll walk down to the lake and watch the mountains turn black
and I'll tell you how I got lost the last time I went to see you
and chewed holes through every one of the fingers of my gloves
and you'll get that look on your face
and say how lost and beautiful I really am
and we'll laugh
and you'll kiss me as the night cools down
and we'll heat up a small area of earth with dreams we think can come true
and do that funny little dance as our bodies hit the water
I'll say something meaningful that both of us remember forever
and we could be changed.
Maybe you'll call me.
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TEARS OF DECEIT
Morgan
Tears are falling softly down,
With a kiss they splash the ground.
Why are they falling in a steady stream?
Why am I crying?
What can this mean?
Friends?
Who are they and why don't I know?
I had one once...
Why did she go?
I am crying now because she lied,
Hurt me so bad I could have died.
So back into my lonely darkness I'll retreat,
But I'll never quit crying these tears,
These tears of deceit.
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A tear forms in my eye,
as i think of times gone bye
fond memories of a past so dear
the distant voices echo in my ear
the fun times, the laughter, and the joy
all washed away in a sea of tears
those faded memories tear at my heart
the closeness i once felt
now so far away
torn so violently from my friends
so this is how it ends
loss pain and defeat
isn't it so bittersweet
Emmett A. T. Lollis Jr.
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What am I to do
- Rachel F.
All this hate inside is taking over me.
It's pushing the ones I care about away.
I am always feeling sad and alone.
I need to hide just for a little while.
When I am sane I shall return.
I feel everything but happy.
Sometimes I have to make myself smile.
Even then I still feel depressed.
What am I to do?
The only thing I have left is god
But I'm letting him slip away and I
Can't hold on much longer.
All these feelings I have, I can't control.
What am I to do?
Someone help me I am trapped and left in the
Dark.
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Wind
figment42z
In the sky my heart does lie
flowing through the trees
Invisible hands that scatter the sands
A chilling winter breeze
Pushing the clouds like cotton shrouds
a breathe to stir the flames
leaves blown round a rustling sound
guiding me in my dreams
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A Mother Cries
Donna M Gibbons
The sun is hot
the world is cold
the circle grows
The sky is blue
the world is cold
the circle grows
The work is hard
the pay is low
the circle grows
The days are long
the pay is low
the circle grows
So many don't care
so many can't see
all but me
The children cry
No light to
No heat for warmth
The mother cry
No were to turn
No one would help
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Strange waves swaying through the mist
Menacing vibrations
This place is getting electric
I can feel her eyes cut me
as I view beyond the plastic horizon
Now the time has faded
Hourglass is decaying
Time, the only factor unable to control
Speeding forward, sometimes wishing backward
Pictures of childhood smashed by impurity
For a moment I found a purpose, a light
Soon to be faded by contradiction
Wish I could close my eyes
but too tired to sleep
Gregory Padula
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Life
By: Setsuna53
There are days when those grey skies make you blue.
Each forward step you take you fall back two.
You've been hit with some hard knocks you just can't stand,
feeling like Alice did in wonderland.
As the world turns around you hang on to what you have.
You will go the extra mile to help a friend put on a smile.
Those grey skies will clear up someday.
Your face will once again be happy.
Each step you take will be a challenge.
A challenge you will defeat.
When you feel you can't take it anymore your friends will be there to help you out
as friends always are.
A friendship is fragile and takes a lot of work.
You don't realize what friendship is until you lose it,
and by then it's to late.
You're left all alone.
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In Love
by Sakira Dillard @1999
We laughed as we sat talking the night and day
we first kissed
I was surprised, it was not in the plan
It was late, and yet we talked not caring
We watched the sunrise as we sat close
discovering each other
You said, You like to kiss
As if it surprised you
So I kissed you again to be sure
You knew
Your smile reached my toes
and I knew where we were
In love
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Rays of Hope
Kathy Baker
To Sundance, My Treasure of Love
Our secret love surrounds my heart in a flood of pain
from the hours of longing and waiting to be as one,
spilling my love for you into a river of tears.
The rays of hope must sustain me till the sun
lifts the fog setting our
Love
Forever
free
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One More Time
Bobbi Hastings 9/18/99
My most precious possession-
I watch you change.
I watch time change you
as the resin of hours past
freckles your body.
Your whirlpool mind swirling
becomes brighter
and I am hypnotized.
The truth of you revealed
as experience colors the soul.
And I put my lips to yours,
And I breathe all of you in
making my head foggy
with your remnants.
Can I kiss you
one more time?
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DROWNING
by jessica
Have you ever just wanted to slip away?
Go deep down in your own world?
I remember I actually did slip away.
It was when you took me down,
I felt like I almost drown,
drowning in my tears,
drowning in my thoughts,
drowning in my fears,
I just want to be caught
I remember when I earned my shame
I promise it's only her I blame,
cannot reclaim you, she took you away,
I still go on day after day where inside I feel my body decay
Tissue after tissue eaten from my heart,
now I know it's only because she tore us apart
drowning in my tears,
drowning in my thoughts,
drowning in my fears will I ever be caught?
or will the pain kill me slowly
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sleep never came.
brian craps
he bounced. he held on.
he laughed. he cried. God how he cried
he slept deep . so so deep then one day he slept no more
now he is buried so so deep
and alas now i never
sleep
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Like a single leaf
Floating in autumn's cool air.
Like a single woman
Alone, but professing not to care.
Like a lone star in the sky
On a clear summer night.
Like a single deer in the woods
Eyes wide with fright.
Lonely.
Wanting some company
But there's no one to call.
Wanting to hear another voice
Then wanting to hear
Nothing at all.
Lonely.
A small word Not big at all.
I wanna talk to someone.
Is it you I can call?
Ms Candy
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Who Can Hear the Wind?
Cindy Tieskotter
The wind is blowing and you listen to the wind. It sends the most lovely music you can hear, but where is it coming from?
You listen again and again hoping to find where the music is coming from. You never did find the source. It lead you into many dead ends.
Then when you listen again. You looked around you and nature was making the music. Only the person who listen to nature will hear the music.
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The Sound of my heart breaking.
level42
As I lie in my room, quiet thoughts to myself
My favorite CD playing notes to my soul
A horrendous sound breaks through the still night
It's the sound of my heart breaking.
I think of those times that we were together
Sharing with each other our love
But those smiles we gave are being stolen away
By the sound of my heart breaking.
I recall all the promises made to each other
The statements of love we professed,
But even those cannot erase
The sound of my heart breaking.
I know she needs time, for that's what she said
'Though for what I'm still not sure
But each day without her voice I know is leading
To the sound of my heart breaking.
I miss her eyes, her smile, her face,
That scent that she carries everywhere,
And yet each passing day deprived of her touch
Makes louder, the sound of my heart breaking.
She says she still loves me, that's what I read
Those words that she typed on the screen
Yet still deep inside me that awful scream,
The sound of my heart breaking.
How long will this last ? I wish I knew,
I doubt even she has the answer
But come each new day without her passionate kiss
Grows more deafening, the sound of my heart breaking.
Never before have I loved someone so much
And needed them so in my life
I just wish she were here to take away
The sound, of my heart, breaking.......
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For you I would swim through a river of thorns.
I would swim in your pain and swallow it whole.
With the touch of a rose I would break the spell;
jump into the sea of uncertainty and capture the certain.
I would abide in your tears along the sorrow of your fears;
cast them away to the pit of the lions.
With your tongue I will fall with an ernest ear,
and stand up to the ghosts in the storm.
I am your back; your eyes; your feet.
I am your motion; your thoughts; your completeness.
I'll follow you through the darkness and back into the light.
My love for you will pierce the crescent moon
and shatter the stars into forever.
With this thorn I pierce your heart;
dive into the streaming blood of eternal,
everlasting love with you.
Jeremy Gregory
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He Watches Her
Carissa
Watching him as he watches her
both of us with such amazement
She's the one with the perfect hair,
the perfect skin, the perfect smile
Watching him as he talks to her
acting so casual
The way I wish he'd talk to me
or look at me for a while
But he dosn't smile at her
the way he smiles at me
Then again I haven't seen that smile
in quite a very long while
The spark in his eyes he once had
that I saw when he looked at me
Its faded and altered by the perfection
around him
The perfection is something
I can't beat
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DREAMS
Lynda Nadelberg
when you look up
at the night
what do you see
the moon the stars
millions of miles
away you sit
there and make
your wish
hoping praying
that your dream
will come true
the sky is the
limit no one
owns it the stars
are the stepping
stones into your
life just
dream dream dream
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My Heart is Up in the Clouds
chrystalstar
I wonder where my heart is
Is it up in the clouds
It sure feels like its not here with me now
I'm lonely, that's what the physic said
Said i can only think of them
The ones i want
The truth, i know, she speaks the truth
I think about them every free moment
There is no other way
I cant help it; what am i to do
I love those who don't love me
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belligerent beasts of
rage and might
can be seen
in the dead of
night
will you join them
in the fight
for the hour is
night
and the time is
right
let our feasts begin
for our sacred flower blooms only
in the night
in the time of
moon and candle lightL.E.S
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"Ode to Beauty"
Calvin McChesney
9/99
There are no words to describe it
Nor are there paints the color to portray it
It is a gift from Angels, the Father's blessing
It flows from the grace of subtle movements
It springs forth from the warmth of an incredible smile
It can be heard in the sweet musical sounds of an alluring voice
It may be glimpsed in the tender whispers from the mirrors of a lovely soul
If one is truly fortunate, it will be felt in the satin touch of gentle fingertips
It is there, it is real, this wondrous splendor, this magnificent being
There are no words to describe it
Nor are there paints the color to portray it
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"NON BELIEVER"
Gwendolyn Waterman
Sad lonely eyes hurt with so much desire
Amazed by sudden tragedies
Unmoved by thoughts of victories
Desperate for deliverance
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Lonely Sunset Part 3
By Stardust
A touch of warmth,
A faint orange glow,
A ring of sun,
The end of the show,
A hint of pink,
A bit of clouds,
An unforgettable sunrise,
As the day loses its dark shroud,
It begins to lighten,
There is so much to see,
I watch a leaf blow past,
And find you lying next to me,
Now nothing is missing,
Everything is right,
I no longer miss you,
More than ever I love you,
I'm so glad you didn't leave me lonely on this now so perfect night
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Surrender
Francis Hornik III
How I Live
How I Love
Oh, on my soul
How I have loved you
But silent I have been
Not from denial
But in Truth
Because I Feared
For no one has crossed
That threshold into
The room of my being
For I have kept the key
Close upon my Heart
And yet in Truth
You knew the door
Was never locked.
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beautiful lies
allison
You'd love me that's what you said
All I had to do was be me
But the me inside my head
Is too different to what you see
And though you told me it was love
I never quite gave in
I knew the stars were not enough
I didn't want to let you win
But I saw that I was losing
When you got inside my head
Because the world I knew was moving
All I heard was what you said
So just when I let go
The cords that so long held me
I trusted that you'd know
It was tied to you I was really free
But it was not you who failed
I realize that with a sigh
It was the dream that I had made
And yet it was a beautiful lie
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HANDS
Tillie Paton
The hands,
Wizened and aged,
By years of past work.
Chipped and wrinkled,
Rough to touch.
Cupped,
Held out in front
As if,
Their contents were an offering.
In them lay
A heart so clean and pure,
Not clogged with the pollution
This world seems
To endorse so strongly.
Still warm and pumping
Blood,
To soften those wizened,
Leathery hands.
A pure heart
Mesmerizes,
The dark almost black red
Tells a story of its own
Without influence of
Prejudice, or religion.
A story of the soul.
The old hands hold the beating heart
Out to the world.
Softening yet staining.
The slow pulses echo
Desire,
Purity,
Innocence
And impudence.
The old hands and the new heart
See what is lost in growing,
See the truth,
A young Heart in old hands
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"A Morphine Dream"
(Jeff A. Hall)
a morphine dream
on a mountain of euphoria
restless leaves rustle
through electric air
dances with moonbeams
in starlit ballrooms
daybreak-
a kaleidoscope of color
passionate and warm
wakes the world
to its bold embrace
cozy below the ozone blue
mirage of day
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Blue Inspiration
Aubrey Saterlee
Flowing tyrantly like some veil across
Your blue inspiration; begetting the latter
Half of my propensities, grasping a blunderous
Face.
Did my tears of salty, unsatisfied joy
Lack a meaning to your understandings?
I don't think a more clear picture
Was taken while I stared up, an
Erotic Pleasure
In which I delivered as promised.
Supposedly my catch upon the flame was
Not won, only burnt out by fake pearls-
This was an occurrence totally unanswered
To a moment where I outshone tender jars
Of insulin-a needle holding my
Stealth and posture-uncontrollable,
The longest hour in my day; once again returning
From memories thought gone-
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What's Next???
GenieCW
What is going to happen next?-What will my boyfriend say when I tell him I love him? Will he say it back or will he say nothing?-What will my parents say when they find out what is goin on inside my head?- What will happen when the mother waiting for a phone call from her son finally gets one, but it's not good news?-What will happen when the chess genius meets his "worst nightmare"?-What will the student do when he realizes he has been caught cheating on a final exam?-What will happen when the baby bird falls out of its nest?- What will the out of control teen feel when she has gone too far and really hurt someone?- What will the sexually active teen do when she is late on her period?- What will the abandoned child do when his father wants to meet him after sixteen long years?-What will happen when the love of your life walks away from you when you need them the most?- What will happen when your best friend since kindergarten moves five thousand miles away?-What will happen to the child, now adult, when the memories return of being sexually abused?---What is going to happen next? What is going to go on in my life next? Do I need to worry? No, my life is in God's hands and he has my best interests in heart.---But I still wonder. What is going to happen next?
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DO YOU..
there4u78
Do you know
how it feels
to feel alone
when you are surrounded
by people
Do you know
how it feels
to feel hopeless
when you have your whole life
ahead of you
Do you know
how it feels
to goto sleep
never wanting to wake up
Do you know
How it feels to have your mind
race
and not being able to understand
what you are thinking
Do you know
how it feels
Not to know who you are
anymore
Do you know
How it feels
To feel upset
for no reason at all
Do you?
I hope not
It can be hell
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RIPPED AND TORE
BY JESSICA SKIPWITH
HE RIPPED AND TORE AT MY HEART WHEN I WAS JUST A FRAGILE CHILD
I THOUGHT HE WAS TO LOVE ME SO TENDER AND MILD
I GUESS I WAS WRONG, REALLY WRONG
NOW I HAVE THIS PAIN FOR IT HAS LASTED SO LONG
I CAN SEE FOR THE DEMON THAT HE IS
HE MESSES WITH ALL OF US DON'T YOU SEE HE'S JUST OUR QUIZ
SOMETIMES I THINK GOD DON'T KNOW WHO I AM
BECAUSE OF THIS DEMON MY LIFE IS ALWAYS IN A JAM
HOW COULD THIS DEMON BE GODS ANGEL AT FIRST
FOR IT IS MY BLOOD THAT HE QUENCHES HIS THIRST
NOW YOU KNOW HOW MY LIFE IS EVERYDAY
I GOTTA GO HE'S CALLING ME I CAN'T STAY
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Planes
ian morrison
The machine soars across
cloudy plains,
these seemingly infinite
fields of white and blue.
It thunders along,
always accompanied
by the burning sun above.
A cool, dry place
Smelling of ham sandwiches
And stale body odor.
Rows of seats,
Filled with dreams to come
And nightmares left behind.
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IT ISN'T EASY
By mandie grigis
I want to give
him everything
yet everything I
give he doesn't want.
Would i be easier
to be his victim?
The dreams I share
he doesn't care about
my open wound
that he is twisting.
It isn't easy to
bring my hands to
make him stop
these brutal beatings hurt!
Our love is gone
but it isn't easy to say goodbye.
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Me
Mary Wardsworth
Until you have lived my life,
Don't say you know how it is.
Until you have walked one step in my shoes,
Don't say you know where I'm going.
Until you have been in my head,
Don't say you know what I'm thinking.
Until you are me,
Don't say you know who I am.
Who or why does anyone have the right,
To judge me for being different from them?
Who thinks they are better than me
Or anyone else for the color of their skin?
Why do people have to hurt
To not be hurt themselves?
Nobody has the right to think
Or believe they are a higher power.
If anyone could understand the feelings in other peoples minds,
Then everything would be right.
Right as only can be dreamed.
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a friend like you
ianie m. g.
a fiend like you, that i can always trust
i can always count on and confide my deepest thoughts.
a friend that's so nice, and always there for me
wherever i'm in trouble, you're there to rescue m
a friend that's very sweet
understanding and kind
and when i need the most
your always by my side
a friend who deserves
to be love and care
is a friend like you
who's very,very dear
i love you.
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sweet tongued words
melt in my ears and i forget
how i got here
or why i came and then
DARKNESS
waking for a dream
but with a nightmare sweat
I laid there forgetting
I have you to thank for that
but tomorrow
I will know
tomorrow
it all comes back
tomorrow
I will cry
tears are my memories
the good, the bad
pouring out onto my lap
far anger pain
once i laughed so hard i cried
and my sides hurt
and once I cried so hard i laughed
and they called me crazy
do you think about me?
like I think about you?
Do you remember my name, or my face?
I remember
your hands
best of all
they were soft for a man, remarkable
and the tatoo:
displaying a faith i didn't understand
good for you, you found God
and forgiving god at that
not me;
I looked for salvation
and i found it in an alley
and for awhile
you existed only in my mind
and i had created you
and i could control you
But these things never last
and they took it away
said it was for my own good
and that was when they told me
that i'd have to face my fears
that I'd have to stop crying
that I'd have to learn forgiveness
but they don't understand
I never blamed you
riottgurll
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You are my passion, the one that I want.
I just can't admit it, my feelings linger and taunt.
I see how we stare into each others soul
we combine two separate entities and make a loving whole.
When we are together, there's something I can't say,
I want to be with you every second every day.
Wishing I was part of you, a love that we could build.
You could make my wishes true, and me your dreams fulfilled.
I believe you are my soulmate, why my life is bright and true.
My list could go on forever with the reasons I love you.
Your smile keeps me in a state of happiness and content.
Pictures in my head remember how our days were spent.
Doing anything for everyone your nature is so kind.
I love all your qualities, but most of all your mind.
Sincerity, friendship, all the things that you possess,
from a person this incredible, I couldn't love you less.
I sit here and I ponder all the things I should be saying,
you think that you know me but it's you I am betraying.
I don't want a simple friendship as you think that we should do.
I want to be impulsive and let all our thoughts come true.
I'm afraid of what could happen, as I just may lose a friend,
this is why I keep my silence and this poem I do send.
By: Jennifer Spinali
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Untitled
Samantha Agonis
For you, my love,
I'd give my last breath
For you, my love,
I give my heart until death.
Your sweet blue eyes,
Your chestnut hair
My heart's in your hands,
I don't need to tell you I care.
My knight in gleaming armor,
My handsome golden prince
You make me feel like your princess,
For now and ever hence.
I know, my darling, you love me,
You let me know each moment everyday
When you smell the sweet scent of strawberries,
Promise you'll think of me each step of the way.
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I am Who I Am
Krystal Deans
I am who I am
But who are you
I am a child
Are you
I give my life to Christ
Do you
I am not perfect
Neither are you
Do you know who you are
Do you wonder about all the why's in the world
I do
I am who I am
But who are you
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I Take To The Ice
~Lyra
I take to the ice when we fight
And never fail your there
You skate with an ease
Yet when we're apart you don't seem to have as much fun
"Pairs means two" they constantly say
"You must be one, skate as one"
Your touch usually so gentle
Is cold and rough
A hard expression
Has replaced the smile you usually wear
Your gentle tone
Is replaced with a harsh snap
I see you after the performance
You look up smile and give me a hug
Our fight is forgotten
And I take to the ice when we fight
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Sadness Now Seeps In
-Sarah E. Graham-
You've stolen my sunshine and ran away with my heart
I gave you my heart foolishly and now you say we must part
I can't move, I'm frozen still
It's my spirit that you've killed
I was just stepping off that cliff to fall in your arms
No warnings, no signs, no alarms
Just "Goodbye, I love you but I can not stay"
"Just come back, I forgive you," I beg, I pray
So soon and yet I already miss your kiss
I'm so weak I can't stand or make a fist
Hate you I wouldn't just cause I couldn't
Cry myself to sleep I am, even if I shouldn't
Crazy about you still am I
I'm broken now
Goodbye
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My Worst Enemy
Fallen_Angel
I open my eyes
Only to see
In front of me lies
My worst enemy
Tears are forming
In her eyes
As my hardened heart
Fills with despise
She is everything
She said she'd never be
Her spiteful words sting
As she hurls insults at me
She looks back at me
My heart fills with pain
She hates what she sees
And I feel the same
I open my eyes
Only to see
Trapped in the mirror
My worst enemy
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Adore
Adrian Perez
Caught between fantasy and what's real,
In between a beautiful dream.
As what I feel,
Is the next extreme.
Is something I can't even imagine I'd be,
Holding an angel without wings.
As I can see,
In her so many heavenly things.
I can see happiness for miles away,
Hearts that are never breaking.
As I can stand here today,
With emotions that I could never be faking.
As I can see forever and so much more,
I can see where my destiny lies.
That like never before,
I see through two eyes,
That adore.....
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We walk, we crazy fools. Stepping down our paths laid out before us. Almost predetermined, something from a dream, or nightmare. What I surmise is a lost pathway, a way we creep by unconsciously. We don't think or ponder only act, all this is, is disorder. A sort of leniency on past acts, they teach us this, we are to amass. We be our shelters of thought in disdain, reacting to morals that do betray, we act in decency, yet contradict. We act with disdain, yet don't contemplate. How do we bring justice to the crowd when acts of this indecent deed do arouse. A pattern of tradition, a sacred vowel from families, they all jump around inside, like a party unplanned and joyous in occasion. We resurrect faith, yet no discipline seen from afar. We pattern ourselves for generations to follow. How can this be? I say this intrepid. For we all have reason, don't we, most think I'm mistaken. Come on let's all face are seclusion, bring about more faith, no desperate conclusions. Back to our roots, for then no past thought reckons, no tradition, no guilt, only individual clarity. Please seize this dawn. Arise, be forgiven, take the open roads around you don't forget the season.
brett
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