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I'm Back! I wanted to share my latest poetry, so, here goes nothing:
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Skinny jeans, faded dreams, years of broken hearts, these people all around me shrink into the dark.
They call eachother emo, they call each other "fag", they get down on each other just for feeling bad.
These people, oh these people, why can't they just see; that if they weren't there, the world would fill with greif and misery.
So come, reach out, grab each others' hands and form a circle tight.
If we don't have each other, we'll shrink into the dark.
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Across a harsh and desolate land, will you hold me, take my hand. This world we know is gone now, all the love is gone. But it hurts me even more to know that in a moment you'll be gone. Why the hell would they do this to me, why can't the world just leave us be? Destined for love; I guess we're not, you're just a broken memory, a chapter I forgot.
Pick up the pieces of my broken, shattered heart, were did the ending go, and where did we start. These romances, the come and go, fool me with a velvet touch, god only knows why this one seemed to mean so much.
White Marble Tomb: In a white marble room, in a white marble tomb, a young blushing bride cries next to her groom. Rose petals softly falling, her voice is softly calling: "My only love, I pray to thee, taken all too suddenly." Her satin dress is beautiful as she waits for blissful death, she cannot live without him, true love, the greatest test. A wreath of daises on her head, not many things left to be said. She softly kisses his pale lips, lost forever in he heart’s eclipse.
I'll Hold You:
When you’re scared and alone, in this place you call home,
I’ll hold you.
When you life’s like a dream, so happy you scream,
I’ll scream my heart out.
When you’re so angry, you want to die,
I’ll show up with a warm hug.
When tears fill your eyes and you cry and you cry,
I’ll cry with you.
Whenever,
I’ll hold you.
Whatever,
I’ll help you.
Wherever,
I’ll be there.
Love Is:
Love,
Kisses in the rain,
Whispering your name,
Plucking a sweet song on my heartstrings,
You always give me sweet dreams,
Nothing is wrong,
If I could only live on just love’s sweet song.
This song has rhythm,
But no rhyme.
All that matters is keeping time,
All the notes are improvised.
If only the world could prophesize,
How much love really means.
The notes of the song get loud enough to fill your deepest dreams.
Love is strong.
Strong enough to aid in the miracle of creation,
It is the wondrous enough to hold our fascination.
Love is life.
The light in the dark, to save broken hearts.
The knight in shinning armor,
The world.
Say I Love You
As I think about all of you, I want to say I Love you 6 ways:
In French: Je t'aime
In Dutch: Ik houd van u
In Italian: Ti amo
In Portuguese: Eu te amo
In German: Ich liebe Dich
In Spanish: Te Amo
Thank You
I'd Like to Take a Moment To Say......
For The Various Christmas Presents, Cards or Letters That You Might Of Sent
(I Know I'm Late)
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poetry
Piano:
Haunting like a halloween night.
Like the sun, cheery and bright.
Big like an elephant with 88 keys.
Warm like a cat on the bed between my knees.
I drift off until my instructor says "Pay attention Please!"
Spiders:
Spiders, Spiders, Spiders,
Crawling, Slowly Crawling.
Bodies, Little Bodies.
Legs, Eight Legs
Do They Each Have 5 Toes?
Eyes, Eight Eyes,
Are They Coupled With a Nose?
Dentist:
Creaking, Squeaking, Chair, Peoples Eyes, They Stare.
I have Pearly White Teeth, All Adult Perfect Teeth.
Why do They Stare at me? Let me be!
Maybe They see These Peices of Metal Encaging my Teeth, or Maybe it's That When I Speak,
The Numbness in my Cheek Makes me Sound Dumb, Half-Witted.
I Hope These Braces pay off Soon 'cuz now They Really Hurt.
poetry
Book
Waiting to be chosen like a puppy in a pet shop window.
Pulsing with faraway places, inspiring ideas and happy faces.
When you read it, you will see, books are enjoyment for you and me.
Some like books full of famillar faces, some of non fiction about exotic places.
Some like fantasy of knights and dragons, some books with a scary touch.
But, the kids at school don't like textbooks very much!
more poetry
Graduation Gifts From Scenic Park
Mrs. Gano,
Mrs. Beck,
Mrs. Mayberry,
Mrs. Eagleton,
Mrs. Jipping,
Mrs. Forsyth,
Gave me skills. Friends of many, gave me memories and three loyal principals in my time here made it possible. They may not seem to be important, but they are gems that I'll keep for years.
writting
ive dcided to share sum poetry with you, starting at da begining of my notebook.
The following poem is about our modern day life in my eyes:
How Come?
The six most common dinner words are "would you like fries with that?" how come?
suing is a release of anger that pays for taxes four years in a row with thousands left over how come?
obesity is common in america, yet people are starving how come?
people make millions on films while others panhandle in the street for 10 dollars how come?
apologies
my apologies to the ppl in my family who r hangin on to my evry word keep ya posted! im such a liar aren't I god ineed a change in ways, soooo neway i got s nutin 2 post i gotta sax (thanx grandma j) and its fun 2 play im glad it caught my eye. sooo if u have a problem wit iliteracey (oooooo fancy wrd) or internet tak den 4get about my blog cuz i have no time 2 type looong sentences like mom duz i needa cut it short cuz its time 4 bed (ewwwwwww skool) i have girl scouts at 430 and ne way ill really keep u posted i promise if mom gets her butt offline sometime (luv ya) sooo gotta go im tired neway enjoy my blog the posts will be up @least 1nce a wk if at all possible CIOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
