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I never felt at Home—Below



I never felt at Home—Below—-
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home—I know—
I don't like Paradise—

Because it's Sunday—all the time—
And Recess—never comes—
And Eden'll be so lonesome
Bright Wednesday Afternoons—

If God could make a visit—
Or ever took a Nap—
So not to see us—but they say
Himself—a Telescope

Perennial beholds us—
Myself would run away
From Him—and Holy Ghost—and All—
But there's the "Judgement Day"!




By Emily Dickinson



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I never hear the word 'escape'


I never hear the word 'escape'
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!




By Emily Dickinson



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I never lost as much but twice

I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

Angels—twice descending
Reimbursed my store—
Burglar! Banker—Father!
I am poor once more!






By Emily Dickinson



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Never Saw a Moor


I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven.
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given.







By Emily Dickinson



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I never told the buried gold




I never told the buried gold
Upon the hill—that lies—
I saw the sun—his plunder done
Crouch low to guard his prize.

He stood as near
As stood you here—
A pace had been between—
Did but a snake bisect the brake
My life had forfeit been.

That was a wondrous booty—
I hope 'twas honest gained.
Those were the fairest ingots
That ever kissed the spade!

Whether to keep the secret—
Whether to reveal—
Whether as I ponder
Kidd will sudden sail—

Could a shrewd advise me
We might e'en divide—
Should a shrewd betray me—
Atropos decide!






By Emily Dickinson



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I often passed the village




I often passed the village
When going home from school—
And wondered what they did there—
And why it was so still—

I did not know the year then—
In which my call would come—
Earlier, by the Dial,
Than the rest have gone.

It's stiller than the sundown.
It's cooler than the dawn—
The Daisies dare to come here—
And birds can flutter down—

So when you are tired—
Or perplexed—or cold—
Trust the loving promise
Underneath the mould,
Cry "it's I," "take Dollie,"
And I will enfold!





By Emily Dickinson




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II pay—in Satin Cash



I pay—in Satin Cash—
You did not state—your price—
A Petal, for a Paragraph
It near as I can guess—





By Emily Dickinson




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I play at Riches—to appease



I play at Riches—to appease
The Clamoring for Gold—
It kept me from a Thief, I think,
For often, overbold

With Want, and Opportunity—
I could have done a Sin
And been Myself that easy Thing
An independent Man—

But often as my lot displays
Too hungry to be borne
I deem Myself what I would be—
And novel Comforting

My Poverty and I derive—
We question if the Man—
Who own—Esteem the Opulence—
As We—Who never Can—

Should ever these exploring Hands
Chance Sovereign on a Mine—
Or in the long—uneven term
To win, become their turn—

How fitter they will be—for Want—
Enlightening so well—
I know not which, Desire, or Grant—
Be wholly beautiful—



By Emily Dickinson




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I prayed, at first, a little Girl



I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
Because they told me to—
But stopped, when qualified to guess
How prayer would feel—to me—

If I believed God looked around,
Each time my Childish eye
Fixed full, and steady, on his own
In Childish honesty—

And told him what I'd like, today,
And parts of his far plan
That baffled me—
The mingled side
Of his Divinity—

And often since, in Danger,
I count the force 'twould be
To have a God so strong as that
To hold my life for me

Till I could take the Balance
That tips so frequent, now,
It takes me all the while to poise—
And then—it doesn't stay—






By Emily Dickinson




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I read my sentence—steadily



I read my sentence—steadily—
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause—
The Date, and manner, of the shame—
And then the Pious Form
That "God have mercy" on the Soul
The Jury voted Him—
I made my soul familiar—with her extremity—
That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony—
But she, and Death, acquainted—
Meet tranquilly, as friends—
Salute, and pass, without a Hint—
And there, the Matter ends—





By Emily Dickinson




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I reason, Earth is short



I reason, Earth is short—
And Anguish—absolute—
And many hurt,
But, what of that?

I reason, we could die—
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?

I reason, that in Heaven—
Somehow, it will be even—
Some new Equation, given—
But, what of that?





By Emily Dickinson




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I reckon—when I count it all



I reckon—when I count it all—
First—Poets—Then the Sun—
Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God—
And then—the List is done—

But, looking back—the First so seems
To Comprehend the Whole—
The Others look a needless Show—
So I write—Poets—All—

Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year—
They can afford a Sun
The East—would deem extravagant—
And if the Further Heaven—

Be Beautiful as they prepare
For Those who worship Them—
It is too difficult a Grace—
To justify the Dream—







By Emily Dickinson




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I robbed the Woods



I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?





By Emily Dickinson




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I rose—because He sank




I rose—because He sank—
I thought it would be opposite—
But when his power dropped—
My Soul grew straight.

I cheered my fainting Prince—
I sang firm—even—Chants—
I helped his Film—with Hymn—

And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff—
I met him—
Balm to Balm—

I told him Best—must pass
Through this low Arch of Flesh—
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grave—

I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew—
Who recollected us
If we were true—

And so with Thews of Hymn—
And Sinew from within—
And ways I knew not that I knew—till then—
I lifted Him—







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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched



I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched—
I felt the Columns close—
The Earth reversed her Hemispheres—
I touched the Universe—

And back it slid—and I alone—
A Speck upon a Ball—
Went out upon Circumference—
Beyond the Dip of Bell—





By Emily Dickinson




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I see thee better—in the Dark


I see thee better—in the Dark—
I do not need a Light—
The Love of Thee—a Prism be—
Excelling Violet—

I see thee better for the Years
That hunch themselves between—
The Miner's Lamp—sufficient be—
To nullify the Mine—

And in the Grave—I see Thee best—
Its little Panels be
Aglow—All ruddy—with the Light
I held so high, for Thee—

What need of Day—
To Those whose Dark—hath so—surpassing Sun—
It deem it be—Continually—
At the Meridian?






By Emily Dickinson




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I send Two Sunsets



I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—





By Emily Dickinson




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I shall keep singing!


I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
On their way to Yellower Climes—
Each—with a Robin's expectation—
I—with my Redbreast—
And my Rhymes—

Late—when I take my place in summer—
But—I shall bring a fuller tune—
Vespers—are sweeter than Matins—Signor—
Morning—only the seed of Noon—




By Emily Dickinson




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I shall know why—when Time is over



I shall know why—when Time is over—
And I have ceased to wonder why—
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

He will tell me what "Peter" promised—
And I—for wonder at his woe—
I shall forget the drop of Anguish
That scalds me now—that scalds me now!




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I should have been too glad, I see



I should have been too glad, I see—
Too lifted—for the scant degree
Of Life's penurious Round—
My little Circuit would have shamed
This new Circumference—have blamed—
The homelier time behind.

I should have been too saved—I see—
Too rescued—Fear too dim to me
That I could spell the Prayer
I knew so perfect—yesterday—
That Scalding One—Sabachthani—
Recited fluent—here—

Earth would have been too much—I see—
And Heaven—not enough for me—
I should have had the Joy
Without the Fear—to justify—
The Palm—without the Calvary—
So Savior—Crucify—
Defeat—whets Victory—they say—
The Reefs—in old Gethsemane—
Endear the Coast—beyond!
'Tis Beggars—Banquets—can define—
'Tis Parching—vitalizes Wine—
"Faith" bleats—to understand!





By Emily Dickinson




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I should not dare to leave my friend



I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because—because if he should die
While I was gone—and I—too late—
Should reach the Heart that wanted me—

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted—hunted so—to see—
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me—they noticed me—

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I'd come—so sure I'd come—
It listening—listening—went to sleep—
Telling my tardy name—

My Heart would wish it broke before—
Since breaking then—since breaking then—
Were useless as next morning's sun—
Where midnight frosts—had lain!



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I showed her Heights she never saw


I showed her Heights she never saw—
"Would'st Climb," I said?
She said—"Not so"—
"With me—" I said—With me?
I showed her Secrets—Morning's Nest—
The Rope the Nights were put across—
And now—"Would'st have me for a Guest?"
She could not find her Yes—
And then, I brake my life—And Lo,
A Light, for her, did solemn glow,
The larger, as her face withdrew—
And could she, further, "No"?



By Emily Dickinson




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I sing to use the Waiting



I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I

Till His best step approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
To Keep the Dark away.






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I sing to use the Waiting



I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I

Till His best step approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
To Keep the Dark away.







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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick




I sometimes drop it, for a Quick—
The Thought to be alive—
Anonymous Delight to know—
And Madder—to conceive—

Consoles a Woe so monstrous
That did it tear all Day,
Without an instant's Respite—
'Twould look too far—to Die—



By Emily Dickinson




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I started Early - Took my Dog


I started Early - Took my Dog -
And visited the Sea -
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me -

And Frigates - in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands -
Presuming Me to be a Mouse -
Aground - upon the Sands -

But no Man moved Me - till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe -
And past my Apron - and my Belt
And past my Bodice - too -

And made as He would eat me up -
As wholly as a Dew
Upon a Dandelion's Sleeve -
And then - I started - too -

And He - He followed - close behind -
I felt His Silver Heel
Upon my Ankle - Then my Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl -

Until We met the Solid Town -
No One He seemed to know -
And bowing - with a Mighty look -
At me - The Sea withdrew -




By Emily Dickinson




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I stepped from plank to plank


I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,--
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.






By Emily Dickinson




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I stole them from a Bee



I stole them from a Bee—
Because—Thee—
Sweet plea—
He pardoned me!







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I taste a liqour never brewed


I taste a liqour never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When the landlord turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!









By Emily Dickinson




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I tend my flowers for thee


I tend my flowers for thee—
Bright Absentee!
My Fuchsia's Coral Seams
Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

Geraniums—tint—and spot—
Low Daisies—dot—
My Cactus—splits her Beard
To show her throat—

Carnations—tip their spice—
And Bees—pick up—
A Hyacinth—I hid—
Puts out a Ruffled Head—
And odors fall
From flasks—so small—
You marvel how they held—

Globe Roses—break their satin glake—
Upon my Garden floor—
Yet—thou—not there—
I had as lief they bore
No Crimson—more—

Thy flower—be gay—
Her Lord—away!
It ill becometh me—
I'll dwell in Calyx—Gray—
How modestly—alway—
Thy Daisy—
Draped for thee!











By Emily Dickinson




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I think I was enchanted




I think I was enchanted
When first a sombre Girl—
I read that Foreign Lady—
The Dark—felt beautiful—

And whether it was noon at night—
Or only Heaven—at Noon—
For very Lunacy of Light
I had not power to tell—

The Bees—became as Butterflies—
The Butterflies—as Swans—
Approached—and spurned the narrow Grass—
And just the meanest Tunes

That Nature murmured to herself
To keep herself in Cheer—
I took for Giants—practising
Titanic Opera—

The Days—to Mighty Metres stept—
The Homeliest—adorned
As if unto a Jubilee
'Twere suddenly confirmed—

I could not have defined the change—
Conversion of the Mind
Like Sanctifying in the Soul—
Is witnessed—not explained—

'Twas a Divine Insanity—
The Danger to be Sane
Should I again experience—
'Tis Antidote to turn—

To Tomes of solid Witchcraft—
Magicians be asleep—
But Magic—hath an Element
Like Deity—to keep—









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I think just how my shape will rise



I think just how my shape will rise—
When I shall be "forgiven"—
Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Head—
Are out of sight—in Heaven—

I think just how my lips will weigh—
With shapeless—quivering—prayer—
That you—so late—"Consider" me—
The "Sparrow" of your Care—

I mind me that of Anguish—sent—
Some drifts were moved away—
Before my simple bosom—broke—
And why not this—if they?

And so I con that thing—"forgiven"—
Until—delirious—borne—
By my long bright—and longer—trust—
I drop my Heart—unshriven!






By Emily Dickinson




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I think the Hemlock likes to stand




I think the Hemlock likes to stand
Upon a Marge of Snow—
It suits his own Austerity—
And satisfies an awe

That men, must slake in Wilderness—
And in the Desert—cloy—
An instinct for the Hoar, the Bald—
Lapland's—necessity—

The Hemlock's nature thrives—on cold—
The Gnash of Northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment—to him—
His best Norwegian Wines—

To satin Races—he is nought—
But Children on the Don,
Beneath his Tabernacles, play,
And Dnieper Wrestlers, run.




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I think the longest Hour of all



I think the longest Hour of all
Is when the Cars have come—
And we are waiting for the Coach—
It seems as though the Time

Indignant—that the Joy was come—
Did block the Gilded Hands—
And would not let the Seconds by—
But slowest instant—ends—

The Pendulum begins to count—
Like little Scholars—loud—
The steps grow thicker—in the Hall—
The Heart begins to crowd—

Then I—my timid service done—
Tho' service 'twas, of Love—
Take up my little Violin—
And further North—remove.






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I think to Live—may be a Bliss



I think to Live—may be a Bliss
To those who dare to try—
Beyond my limit to conceive—
My lip—to testify—

I think the Heart I former wore
Could widen—till to me
The Other, like the little Bank
Appear—unto the Sea—

I think the Days—could every one
In Ordination stand—
And Majesty—be easier—
Than an inferior kind—

No numb alarm—lest Difference come—
No Goblin—on the Bloom—
No start in Apprehension's Ear,
No Bankruptcy—no Doom—

But Certainties of Sun—
Midsummer—in the Mind—
A steadfast South—upon the Soul—
Her Polar time—behind—

The Vision—pondered long—
So plausible becomes
That I esteem the fiction—real—
The Real—fictitious seems—

How bountiful the Dream—
What Plenty—it would be—
Had all my Life but been Mistake
Just rectified—in Thee







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I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl


I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—
Life's little duties do—precisely—
As the very least
Were infinite—to me—

I put new Blossoms in the Glass—
And throw the old—away—
I push a petal from my gown
That anchored there—I weigh
The time 'twill be till six o'clock
I have so much to do—
And yet—Existence—some way back—
Stopped—struck—my tickling—through—
We cannot put Ourself away
As a completed Man
Or Woman—When the Errand's done
We came to Flesh—upon—
There may be—Miles on Miles of Nought—
Of Action—sicker far—
To simulate—is stinging work—
To cover what we are
From Science—and from Surgery—
Too Telescopic Eyes
To bear on us unshaded—
For their—sake—not for Ours—
'Twould start them—
We—could tremble—
But since we got a Bomb—
And held it in our Bosom—
Nay—Hold it—it is calm—

Therefore—we do life's labor—
Though life's Reward—be done—
With scrupulous exactness—
To hold our Senses—on—









By Emily Dickinson




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I took my Power in my Hand


I took my Power in my Hand—
And went against the World—
'Twas not so much as David—had—
But I—was twice as bold—

I aimed by Pebble—but Myself
Was all the one that fell—
Was it Goliath—was too large—
Or was myself—too small?









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I tried to think a lonelier Thing


I tried to think a lonelier Thing
Than any I had seen—
Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in the Bone
Of Death's tremendous nearness—

I probed Retrieverless things
My Duplicate—to borrow—
A Haggard Comfort springs

From the belief that Somewhere—
Within the Clutch of Thought—
There dwells one other Creature
Of Heavenly Love—forgot—

I plucked at our Partition
As One should pry the Walls—
Between Himself—and Horror's Twin—
Within Opposing Cells—

I almost strove to clasp his Hand,
Such Luxury—it grew—
That as Myself—could pity Him—
Perhaps he—pitied me—







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I want—it pleaded—All its life—


"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—
I want—was chief it said
When Skill entreated it—the last—
And when so newly dead—

I could not deem it late—to hear
That single—steadfast sigh—
The lips had placed as with a "Please"
Toward Eternity—








By Emily Dickinson




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I was the slightest in the House



I was the slightest in the House—
I took the smallest Room—
At night, my little Lamp, and Book—
And one Geranium—

So stationed I could catch the Mint
That never ceased to fall—
And just my Basket—
Let me think—I'm sure—
That this was all—

I never spoke—unless addressed—
And then, 'twas brief and low—
I could not bear to live—aloud—
The Racket shamed me so—

And if it had not been so far—
And any one I knew
Were going—I had often thought
How noteless—I could die—







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I watched the Moon around the House

I watched the Moon around the House
Until upon a Pane --
She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for Rest --
And there upon

I gazed -- as at a stranger --
The Lady in the Town
Doth think no incivility
To lift her Glass -- upon --

But never Stranger justified
The Curiosity
Like Mine -- for not a Foot -- nor Hand --
Nor Formula -- had she --

But like a Head -- a Guillotine
Slid carelessly away --
Did independent, Amber --
Sustain her in the sky --

Or like a Stemless Flower --
Upheld in rolling Air
By finer Gravitations --
Than bind Philosopher --

No Hunger -- had she -- nor an Inn --
Her Toilette -- to suffice --
Nor Avocation nor Concern
for little Mysteries

As harass us -- like Life -- and Death --
And Afterwards -- or Nay --
But seemed engrossed to Absolute --
With shining -- and the Sky --

The privilege to scrutinize
Was scarce upon my Eyes
When, with a Silver practise --
She vaulted out of Gaze --

And next -- I met her on a Cloud --
Myself too far below
To follow her superior Road --
Or its advantage -- Blue --






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I went to heaven,--


I went to heaven,--
'T was a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.





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I went to thank Her



I went to thank Her—
But She Slept—
Her Bed—a funneled Stone—
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot—
That Travellers—had thrown—

Who went to thank Her—
But She Slept—
'Twas Short—to cross the Sea—
To look upon Her like—alive—
But turning back—'twas slow—





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I would distil a cup



I would distil a cup,
And bear to all my friends,
Drinking to her no more astir,
By beck, or burn, or moor!




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I would not paint—a picture



I would not paint—a picture—
I'd rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell—delicious—on—
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare—celestial—stir—
Evokes so sweet a Torment—
Such sumptuous—Despair—

I would not talk, like Cornets—
I'd rather be the One
Raised softly to the Ceilings—
And out, and easy on—
Through Villages of Ether—
Myself endued Balloon
By but a lip of Metal—
The pier to my Pontoon—

Nor would I be a Poet—
It's finer—own the Ear—
Enamored—impotent—content—
The License to revere,
A privilege so awful
What would the Dower be,
Had I the Art to stun myself
With Bolts of Melody!






By Emily Dickinson




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I years had been from home,


I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business there.
My business,--just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling there?

I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.

I laughed a wooden laugh
That I could fear a door,
Who danger and the dead had faced,
But never quaked before.

I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.

I moved my fingers off
As cautiously as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.








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I’ll tell you how the sun rose


I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"

But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile.
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.










By Emily Dickinson




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Ideals are the Fairly Oil


Ideals are the Fairly Oil
With which we help the Wheel
But when the Vital Axle turns
The Eye rejects the Oil.











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If any sink, assure that this, now standing



If any sink, assure that this, now standing—
Failed like Themselves—and conscious that it rose—
Grew by the Fact, and not the Understanding
How Weakness passed—or Force—arose—

Tell that the Worst, is easy in a Moment—
Dread, but the Whizzing, before the Ball—
When the Ball enters, enters Silence—
Dying—annuls the power to kill.













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If anybody's friend be dead



If anybody's friend be dead
It's sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive—
At such and such a time—

Their costume, of a Sunday,
Some manner of the Hair—
A prank nobody knew but them
Lost, in the Sepulchre—

How warm, they were, on such a day,
You almost feel the date—
So short way off it seems—
And now—they're Centuries from that—

How pleased they were, at what you said—
You try to touch the smile
And dip your fingers in the frost—
When was it—Can you tell—

You asked the Company to tea—
Acquaintance—just a few—
And chatted close with this Grand Thing
That don't remember you—

Past Bows, and Invitations—
Past Interview, and Vow—
Past what Ourself can estimate—
That—makes the Quick of Woe!












By Emily Dickinson




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If Blame be my side—forfeit Me


If Blame be my side—forfeit Me—
But doom me not to forfeit Thee—
To forfeit Thee? The very name
Is sentence from Belief—and House—













By Emily Dickinson




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If He dissolve—then—there is nothing


If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more—
Eclipse—at Midnight—
It was dark—before—
Sunset—at Easter—
Blindness—on the Dawn—
Faint Star of Bethlehem—
Gone down!

Would but some God—inform Him—
Or it be too late!
Say—that the pulse just lisps—
The Chariots wait—

Say—that a little life—for His—
Is leaking—red—
His little Spaniel—tell Him!
Will He heed?











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If He were living—dare I ask



If He were living—dare I ask—
And how if He be dead—
And so around the Words I went—
Of meeting them—afraid—

I hinted Changes—Lapse of Time—
The Surfaces of Years—
I touched with Caution—lest they crack—
And show me to my fears—

Reverted to adjoining Lives—
Adroitly turning out
Wherever I suspected Graves—
'Twas prudenter—I thought—

And He—I pushed—with sudden force—
In face of the Suspense—
"Was buried"—"Buried"! "He!"
My Life just holds the Trench—














By Emily Dickinson




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If I can stop one heart from breaking,


If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.










By Emily Dickinson




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If I could bribe them by a Rose




If I could bribe them by a Rose
I'd bring them every flower that grows
From Amherst to Cashmere!
I would not stop for night, or storm—
Or frost, or death, or anyone—
My business were so dear!

If they would linger for a Bird
My Tambourin were soonest heard
Among the April Woods!
Unwearied, all the summer long,
Only to break in wilder song
When Winter shook the boughs!

What if they hear me!
Who shall say
That such an importunity
May not at last avail?

That, weary of this Beggar's face—
They may not finally say, Yes—
To drive her from the Hall?












By Emily Dickinson




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If I may have it, when it's dead



If I may have it, when it's dead,
I'll be contented—so—
If just as soon as Breath is out
It shall belong to me—

Until they lock it in the Grave,
'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh—
For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave,
Myself—can own the key—

Think of it Lover! I and Thee
Permitted—face to face to be—
After a Life—a Death—We'll say—
For Death was That—
And this—is Thee—

I'll tell Thee All—how Bald it grew—
How Midnight felt, at first—to me—
How all the Clocks stopped in the World—
And Sunshine pinched me—'Twas so cold—

Then how the Grief got sleepy—some—
As if my Soul were deaf and dumb—
Just making signs—across—to Thee—
That this way—thou could'st notice me—

I'll tell you how I tried to keep
A smile, to show you, when this Deep
All Waded—We look back for Play,
At those Old Times—in Calvary,

Forgive me, if the Grave come slow—
For Coveting to look at Thee—
Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost
Outvisions Paradise!














By Emily Dickinson




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If I should cease to bring a Rose



If I should cease to bring a Rose
Upon a festal day,
'Twill be because beyond the Rose
I have been called away—

If I should cease to take the names
My buds commemorate—
'Twill be because Death's finger
Claps my murmuring lip!





By Emily Dickinson




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If I should die



If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!





By Emily Dickinson




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If I shouldn't be alive



If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.

If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'm trying
Why my Granite lip!




By Emily Dickinson




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If I'm lost—now



If I'm lost—now
That I was found—
Shall still my transport be—
That once—on me—those Jasper Gates
Blazed open—suddenly—

That in my awkward—gazing—face—
The Angels—softly peered—
And touched me with their fleeces,
Almost as if they cared—
I'm banished—now—you know it—
How foreign that can be—
You'll know—Sir—when the Savior's face
Turns so—away from you—





By Emily Dickinson




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If it had no pencil



If it had no pencil
Would it try mine—
Worn—now—and dull—sweet,
Writing much to thee.
If it had no word,
Would it make the Daisy,
Most as big as I was,
When it plucked me?



By Emily Dickinson




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If pain for peace prepares



If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!

If springs from winter rise,
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?

If night stands fast—then noon
To gird us for the sun,
What gaze!

When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!



By Emily Dickinson




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If recollecting were forgetting



If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!





By Emily Dickinson




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If she had been the Mistletoe


If she had been the Mistletoe
And I had been the Rose—
How gay upon your table
My velvet life to close—
Since I am of the Druid,
And she is of the dew—
I'll deck Tradition's buttonhole—
And send the Rose to you.




By Emily Dickinson




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If the foolish, call them


If the foolish, call them "flowers"—
Need the wiser, tell?
If the Savants "Classify" them
It is just as well!

Those who read the "Revelations"
Must not criticize
Those who read the same Edition—
With beclouded Eyes!

Could we stand with that Old "Moses"—
"Canaan" denied—
Scan like him, the stately landscape
On the other side—

Doubtless, we should deem superfluous
Many Sciences,
Not pursued by learned Angels
In scholastic skies!

Low amid that glad Belles lettres
Grant that we may stand,
Stars, amid profound Galaxies—
At that grand "Right hand"!





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If the foolish, call them "flowers"




If the foolish, call them "flowers"—
Need the wiser, tell?
If the Savants "Classify" them
It is just as well!

Those who read the "Revelations"
Must not criticize
Those who read the same Edition—
With beclouded Eyes!

Could we stand with that Old "Moses"—
"Canaan" denied—
Scan like him, the stately landscape
On the other side—

Doubtless, we should deem superfluous
Many Sciences,
Not pursued by learned Angels
In scholastic skies!

Low amid that glad Belles lettres
Grant that we may stand,
Stars, amid profound Galaxies—
At that grand "Right hand"!








By Emily Dickinson




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If this is "fading"




If this is "fading"
Oh let me immediately "fade"!
If this is "dying"
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is "sleep,"
On such a night
How proud to shut the eye!
Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!
Peacock presumes to die!










By Emily Dickinson




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If those I loved were lost


If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me—
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring—

Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.
Philip—when bewildered
Bore his riddle in!










By Emily Dickinson




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Anonymous Lover



I could never know you or your name

You always remain enveloped in a fairy mist;

You always remain a masterpiece of my dream.



Although you are crafted with qualities I though were best

- The best of all wisdom, figure and heart

And wanted you all the time,

I could never know you or your name.



But then, you should not be mine,

For you are the realization of every man,

Just as knowledge is everyman’s key.

But my craving defies all truths and lies,

For it is neither a lie nor a truth;

A reason above every other, the most distressful hope of all



And so I search for you

From dusk to dawn everywhere, from river to river, coast to coast,

But I also know that if I find you once,

I will lose you forever.



------



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''Things I Didn't Tell You..''



Amidst the heavy rains on a cemented street,
The hawkers crowd with shops covered with plastic,
The warm sunlight struggles through a grim, dark day,
...I thought of you;

The cars honked louder and noisier,
My eyes wandered through the chaos,
(searching for your grey car)
My ears yearned to hear that honk,
(that sounded different)
...I miss waiting for you;

You used me on occasions,
(I quit to count)
You touched my soul..deeply,
...I remember those times;

When you hugged me tight,
A feeble tear from my left eye,
Wet your sweater,
I was in love,
...I miss that tear;

One day, when a pretty someone,
walked past you,
You forgot me those times,
Later you came back,
Breaking and unbreaking my heart,
...I remember this over and over;

Questions you asked me many,
My feelings towards you,
You smiled in a way that was funny,
I hid those answers in sips over my lemon juice,
...I wonder at those funny smiles;

Now, you ask me what's wrong with me,
I safeguard my weak self,
Against things I didn't tell you.



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Old heart


There's a place I want to go,
not far from home..
just beside that old, dead river;

Not very long ago, the sun came smiling at her banks,
Children panted on hide and seek,
Those new lovers chuckled at silly lies,
Whilst a lost one sat with a map of hugs from home,
Sometimes when the wind blows too strongly,
A scared leaf would float calmly on still waters,
Rarely a breeze would blow freely,
Tears swell up when I cried painfully,
when love briefly visited and left...

just beside that old, dead river.



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Essence of you




This steel strong arms -
to hold a lovely her,
- she sighs in the curve of your arm;

A little naughty nervous nerve -
when kissed near your warm ear,
- she moans secretly;

Those innocent eyes helplessly hide the secrets -
passionate, comforting, mysterious,
- she finds her dreams;

Your chest faithfully fight war of life -
there she rests her tired head;
- her sad tear touches your soul, sometimes;

Your ruffled hair -
capturing seasons - dark and sunny,
- she kisses over and ever;

Your forehead cringes with lines -
wrinkled, thougtful, anticipating,
When her kisses go wet;

When love speaks -
sometimes, rarely
sometimes, always
You and she as one;

a different world of yours - Oh! dear you



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Unfinished


Half-asleep men,
women - loved rarely;

Semi-starved poor -
in hutments,
windows broken,
doors weakly latched;

Rich with wealth -
beyond needs,
unhappy at heart -
insecure, insufficient;

Children
with single parent,
some
with both -
lovers in past,
two distant souls - now,
under one roof -
namesake;

Scattered thoughts
of young
some with weak will,
some with over-confidence;

Broken dreams,
people with pride at work,
lonely, sad, cold at home;

The old
once strong,
wrinkles - now,
taking a gamble with dark death,
Bare tears shed
in all living nights,
sometimes
half-smiling -
at the first bloom of tulip,
in neighbour's backyard;

Crippled
walking slow
hesistant at every stone
on the road;

Sadness
a melodrama;

Life
unexplained,
like
a unfinished building
looming
like
a skeleton with
dreams - once.




By Anjaline




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Searching forever -- Musings


Tonight - in a rainsoaked blanket of memories;
He came with the forgotten wind of love.

Today - a pleasant stranger, at this lonely moment;
My dying, thirsty soul reached out to his warm hug.

Yesterday - a shadow, followed my happy steps;
He showed me new keys on a old piano.

Like a -
helpless dew on a sandsprayed window,
gleeful orphan on a rainbowpainted day,
fragrant flower on a fall evening,
- meaningless;

this heart searches forever.





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We Left Her Behind



We scooped you out

I and my sister

Shivering under the bushes

In my mothers lap you warmed up

Purred and meaooowed

Strength regained, eyes opened up

A cup of warm milk

Did the trick

Quickly you took to the

Unfamiliar surroundings; made it a home.


Rubbing your back against my legs

When I returned from school

I couldn’t eat before I gave you

Another feed

Your innocent eyes looked a shade sad

When I sat down with my home work

You wanted to play

I would throw a spool of thread

And you played for hours

Hitting it, holding it and then throwing it away

Not sure if it was a mouse or a monster

We giggled at your confusion



You gave us a heart attack

When you climbed a tree

And didn’t know how to climb down

We spread a sheet underneath

Coaxed you to jump; you didn’t

And then your mother came stealthily

Picked you up and vanished

Next day though you were again

Rubbing against my feet

For a warm cup of milk
in the night you snuggled
between the two of us


Daddy got transferred to a far far land

Much as we cried

We had to leave you behind

I wouldn’t eat and cry for days

Wondering who would feed you

Coming back from school was no more fun

I did my homework in time

With no one to disturb

Every night, I prayed to be with you

Even as the spool of thread stood still



And then the miracle happened

Within months we were back again

I couldn’t wait to see you

But then it was too late

You were nowhere in sight

Then one day I saw you on the same tree

I shouted Kitty! Kitty come back, it’s me

You looked at me; A stranger

Was there a scowl or was that disdain

You showed your teeth and growled

My heart crumbled with remorse

And I walked back slowly inside




I learnt that day; dogs don’t forget

And cats can’t remember
Or may be you couldn't forgive us!!









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Life is a Jigsaw Puzzle



A hook in the sky to hold it down
Take a stair, put it to the heaven
Shake away the clouds
She put her hand in my hair and ruffled
That is what my granny said
Life is a jigsaw puzzle



Hold it right, hold it tight

Experience the world and vision

Dreams are meant to be dreamt

Never let your dreams fizzle

My father reminded me once

Life is a jigsaw puzzle





Make your way with trial and error

Breathe in deep, don’t despair

Clouds have rainbows in them

Sun has to come out, let it drizzle

My mother mused

Life is a jigsaw puzzle




I climbed up the stairs

My friends held the piston

We lowered it down on the slot

Waited for the click to occur

Eureka! Eureka! my friends shouted

Life is no more a riddle



Find your way up, even if you slip

Follow your dreams, never snip

Find your strength, don’t let it drip

Cut your limitations rather than crib

That is what there is to life
That is all there is to life







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Give Us Cliches


Clichés are what we love
tired ideas, what’s safe, shortcuts
sanctified ideas
and ideas tried again and again


(there was a professional – damned if I mention a job; damned if I don’t -
who’d had so much experience
who told me he’d been a practitioner in the field for over half a century:
poor man, what did he expect me to think? –
that he had so much experience, as he said?
never mind that he might have done the same thing again and again –
over a half a century of mis-experience, over half a century of doing the
wrong things, the wrong way and never knowing)


much like individuals; much like societies
and so we love clichés
NOTE:
cliches are trying to gain access;
Allow?
Allow…
allow cliches
all and only accepted-established ideas because it’s a short cut
it’s easy, we all know this is right and this wrong;
only what is blessed by establishments and authority;
what you find in the book, what was revealed and sanctified;
what is authorized;
what is commonly accepted in society;
so give us clichés and tried ideas and accepted ways;
new ideas, originality challenge and so we must refrain from dangerous terrain
cliches are what we love
again and again
repetition is good
the same thing is good
because it gives certainty,
sameness and identity;
so don’t step out of familiarity and clichés
it’s too risky, unsettling;
look, it’s all settled, everything is fixed; everything is already discovered and
all things permanently screwed in place;
just dish out clichés
clichés are what we love
just the same thing again and again;
tired ideas, what’s safe, shortcuts
and ideas tried again and again



the mind takes every emotion, every idea
and coupling with language, it turns everything into clichés:
it’s simple: anything fixed
anything you repeat is a cliché


clichés are what we love
tired ideas, what’s safe, shortcuts
and ideas tried again and again





By Raj Arumugam




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Time Passes

the years pass by
centuries do
billions, uncountable and unmeasured


swift as the clouds
slow as the mountains worn down by rain and sun



so too time fingers one's body
fingers one's nerves and one's blood and energy and life

but time passes not in one's mind
not in the still mind
not in quiet, not in stillness












By Raj Arumugam




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CAREFREE

Today I’m on cloud nine
I feel sheer bliss
I smile without cause
Feel joy’s kiss.

Today I am fluid
With the current I flow
Like a dewdrop
On the leaves I glow.

Today I am afloat
Gently like the breeze
At my own pace I move
Caress the leaves and trees.

Today I am mindless
Set all my cares free
Gently smell earth’s fragrance
Breathe in ecstasy.

Today I’m here this moment
Awake, not in a trance
I can hear the divine song
And see the fairies dance.




By Anne G



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The Search Ends!


When the moon smiles at me
The wind whispers sweet nothings
When the river giggled knowingly
My soul searched for freedom



The warm rain showers bring

Dancing pleasures in the rain forest
When the sunshine smiled knowingly
My soul searched for its soul mate


When the tide rose to meet the moon

The stars twinkled with joy

When the moon spreads its cool moonlight

The search ends as my Soul meets its mate





The waves ceased their chase,
Time stopped in its track
The world came to a halt with wonder
The Angles started to shower their blessings


It is the beautiful moment when
Two souls in love come together
The tide of love begins to rise
Making love divine in its beauty.

A beautiful rainbow arches across
And brings the blessings from the angels
The waves of love began to sing
The air filled with love melodies



The mountains turned into gold
The forest danced with colors
The lovebirds joined and sang
The whole world smiled with joy





By Indu



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Seeds


The pepper on the cutting board and the seeds inside it:
a tiny congregation in a doomed church.

Or the sliced cantaloupe and its stringy heart—
sweet and slick, the closest thing to rot.

I was thinking of you when, distracted, I cut my hand
so blood pearled, then, seed-like, dripped into the sink.

I was thinking of the thick blue vein
where the IV goes.

(Or the mourner who planted his wife beneath his window.
She didn't sprout. She didn't sprout.

Then, one day, an onion shoot,
which he devoured.)

Darling, do not die tonight. The doctors are good,
the hospital quiet as a pill beneath chaff-like stars.

Darling, I brought you flowers and sat by your bed
until the white moon rolled behind the towers.

These days, the faucets won't stop dripping,
and I stand in the kitchen dreaming of nurses

who roam the white halls like quiet animals—
and you, in your bed, unable to call them.










By Kevin Prufer



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Time and Again


TIme and again, however well we know the landscape of love,
and the little church-yard with lamenting names,
and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the others
end: time and again we go out two together,
under the old trees, lie down again and again
between the flowers, face to face with the sky.






By Rainer Maria Rilke 1875-1926


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The Eclipse

I stood out in the open cold
To see the essence of the eclipse
Which was its perfect darkness.
I stood in the cold on the porch
And could not think of anything so perfect
As mans hope of light in the face of darkness.




By Richard Eberhart



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AT THE END

He was so old his bones seemed to swim in his skin.
And when I took his hand to feel his pulse
I felt myself drawn in. It was as faint
as the steps of a child
padding across the floor in slippers,
and yet he was smiling.
I could almost hear a river
running beneath his breath.
The water clear and cold and deep.
He was ready and willing to wade on in.






By Ed Meek


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The Future


A wanderer is man from his birth.
He was born in a ship
On the breast of the river of Time;
Brimming with wonder and joy
He spreads out his arms to the light,
Rivets his gaze on the banks of the stream.
As what he sees is, so have his thoughts been.
Whether he wakes,
Where the snowy mountainous pass,
Echoing the screams of the eagles,
Hems in its gorges the bed
Of the new-born clear-flowing stream;
Whether he first sees light
Where the river in gleaming rings
Sluggishly winds through the plain;
Whether in sound of the swallowing sea -
As is the world on the banks,
So is the mind of the man.
Vainly does each, as he glides,
Fable and dream
Of the lands which the river of Time
Had left ere he woke on its breast,
Or shall reach when his eyes have been closed.
Only the tract where he sails
He wots of; only the thoughts,
Raised by the objects he passes, are his.
Who can see the green earth any more
As she was by the sources of Time?
Who imagines her fields as they lay
In the sunshine, unworn by the plough?
Who thinks as they thought,
The tribes who then roamed on her breast,
Her vigorous, primitive sons?
What girl
Now reads in her bosom as clear
As Rebekah read, when she sate
At eve by the palm-shaded well?
Who guards in her breast
As deep, as pellucid a spring
Of feeling, as tranquil, as sure?
What bard,
At the height of his vision, can deem
Of God, of the world, of the soul,
With a plainness as near,
As flashing as Moses felt
When he lay in the night by his flock
On the starlit Arabian waste?
Can rise and obey
The beck of the Spirit like him?
This tract which the river of Time
Now flows through with us, is the plain.
Gone is the calm of its earlier shore.
Bordered by cities and hoarse
With a thousand cries is its stream.
And we on its breast, our minds
Are confused as the cries which we hear,
Changing and shot as the sights which we see.
And we say that repose has fled
For ever the course of the river of Time.
That cities will crowd to its edge
In a blacker, incessanter line;
That the din will be more on its banks,
Denser the trade on its stream,
Flatter the plain where it flows,
Fiercer the sun overhead;
That never will those on its breast
See an ennobling sight,
Drink of the feeling of quiet again.
But what was before us we know not,
And we know not what shall succeed.
Haply, the river of Time -
As it grows, as the towns on its marge
Fling their wavering lights
On a wider, statlier stream -
May acquire, if not the calm
Of its early mountainous shore,
Yet a solemn peace of its own.
And the width of the waters, the hush
Of the grey expanse where he floats,
Freshening its current and spotted with foam
As it draws to the Ocean, amy strike
Peace to the soul of the man on its breast -
As the pale waste widens around him,
As the banks fade dimmer away,
As the stars come out, and the night-wind
Brings up the stream
Murmurs and scents of the infinite sea.


By Matthew Arnold


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Dreams


I was thinking of us last night
And the times we shared
How good we were
But now we are apart
Yet we still have our
Dreams
For in our Dreams we are together
Holding hands on the beach
Talking all night under the silver moon
Kissing and holding each other tight
Dreams
For no matter the distance
Or the obstacle I will always belong to you
For we are meant for each other
not only in reality, but also in our
Dreams


By Fire Dancer




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Cry For The Children - a nice poem


Cry for all of the innocent children,
let us band together to stop the violence.
We have to change this evil world,
so that it is a good influence.
Now let us pray for the parents,
and all that day who were hurt.
God’s children, received by the Father,
no more with life will they flirt.
Never more to feel the warmth of the sun,
their lifeless bodies spilled on the floor.
Battle torn, cold and all alone,
where they had fallen the day before.
In America sixteen kids a day are killed,
let’s come together to get rid of the guns.
Pack them in boxes and bury them all,
instead of our precious daughters and sons.



By V.J. Lower




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Birthday Gift


There are things I'd like to say
to you my love on your special day:

I am forever thankful God sent you my way.

Like a gift from up above,
you showed me how it is to feel real love.

I know many mountains we've had to climb
and sometimes forever has seemed like a very long time.

Yes, we've endured our share of pain,
but together we have so much to gain.

Bigger mountains may lie ahead,
but together there is no hill we can not tread.

So always remember my love for you,
and there is nothing together we can not do.

I'll be here forever - my love is true.
The person beside me, that would be you




By Nina




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God Sent Me An Angel


I was walking along a country road one calm and cloudy day
Feeling down about the problems that had seemed to come my way
My pain was very great and my tears I could not hide
And was calling God to help me as I was hurting deep inside

I then thought about what I've believed and how I've rarely called
For sometimes I have wondered if God were there at all
As I lifted up my head and looked down that road a spell
I spotted someone coming - from the distance hard to tell

As he got a little closer I could then see all the signs
Of someone who'd been down that road quite a number of times
His clothes were old and dusty and his shoes were pretty worn
But there seemed a glow about him - at least I could have sworn

His face appeared real friendly as he peered up in the sky
He said, the weather is pretty calm today, hope the rain will pass us by
He first talked about the weather, but there seemed to be much more
That we both had in common, except for what we wore

He started talking about his life and the places he had been
And he spoke as if he knew me, like we were next-of-kin
From the problems that he had, to the happy times he found
Our likeness was uncanny and was becoming more profound

We had so much in common - I couldn't believe how much alike,
That I decided to tag along, we continued on our hike
He said he's from all over and his name was just like mine,
And hoped one day that we would meet as he had a real short time

I was feeling sort of baffled, as we went on with our walk
But he had held my interest, so I listened as he talked
He said, I know you're hurting - as your life has been so hard
But it seems today that you found God, where once you'd disregard

From the point that I was calling and was asking for God's hand,
Is the point where he had first appeared, as this was in God’s plan
He said to take more time for prayer - that I could bend God's ear
That He is always listening, and He is always near

God knows about my struggles but better times will be ahead,
As long as I keep believing and will no longer be mislead.
We then turned onto a sidewalk and now very close to home,
And it was then it struck me that I was suddenly now alone.

This stopped me in my tracks and I began to call his name
And it was then I understood, why to me that day he came.
I then realized God had heard me, as my Angel He then sent
To relieve me of my worries, and all my discontent.

Today I pray more often and feel blessed with my God's Love
As He was there and listening - and sent an Angel from above





By Tommy Q




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My Christmas Wish For You


My Christmas wish for you, my friend
Is not a simple one
For I wish you hope and joy and peace
Days filled with warmth and sun

I wish you love and friendship too
Throughout the coming year
Lots of laughter and happiness
To fill your world with cheer

May you count your blessings, one by one
And when totaled by the lot
May you find all you've been given
To be more than what you sought

May your journeys be short, your burdens light
May your spirit never grow old
May all your clouds have silver linings
And your rainbows pots of gold

I wish this all and so much more
May all your dreams come true
May you have a Merry Christmas friend
And a happy New Year, too ..
We wish you a merry Christmas







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Despair


If only the world could see what I feel
then, would the world, know who I am
I've loved, lost and feared the world
for it is sometimes too much to bare

Control, power, is what I fear
for I am weak inside and full of pain
I shout and cry, but knowing
there is nobody there to hear me
I swallow the shame and anger
that lies beneath me

I am lost to reality and living in time
Though I am struggling through life
and all that it offers, I am only human
and that is what makes me . . . Me.

Still, I wish for the happiness and pleasure
that I have earned, but realize that, I have
not yet overcome the world's greatest challenge

Love! and how to accept it -
I am ready to face my fears




By Kimberly



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The Darkness


If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstacles blacken the countryside,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.

Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout the quest.

Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;
we will drag them with us to slow us down.
The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us
to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.

Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,
yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.

There are others trying to race to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.

Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,
but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.




By Christinia



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Eternity


Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through the day.

Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body's tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.

Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.







By Marilyn



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The day I met you
I found a friend -
And a friendship that
I pray will never end.

Your smile - so sweet
And so bright -
Kept me going
When day was as dark as night.

You never ever judged me,
You understood my sorrow.
Then you told me it needn't be that way
And gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.

You were always there for me,
I knew I could count on you.
You gave me advice and encouragement
Whenever I didn't know what to do.

You helped me learn to love myself
You made life seem so good.
You said I can do anything I put my mind to
And suddenly I knew I could.

There were times when we didn't see eye to eye
And there were days when both of us cried.
But even so we made it through:
Our friendship hasn't yet died.

Circumstances have pulled us apart,
We are separated by many miles.
Truly, the only thing that keeps me going
Is my treasured memory of your smile.

This friendship we share
Is so precious to me,
I hope it grows and flourishes
And lasts unto infinity.

You are so extra-special to me
And so this to you I really must tell:
You are my one true friend,
My Guardian Angel.

Our friendship is one-in-a-million
So let's hold on to it and each other.
We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away
For there will never be another.

I love you.
I will always love you.










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Heredity

I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.

The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance -- that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die





By Thomas Hardy





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Freedom poem


I was fifteen when Grandfather died,
his twisted body vanquished by too many years,
his mind confused by too many diluted memories,
his spirit still as strong and indomitable
as the day he first killed another man
to protect the life he loved.

It was hard for me to see the war hero he had been
within the wasted remnants of a wispy old man,
his flesh sunken between fragile bones,
his smooth, soft skin bleached paler
than the sheets that wrapped him
like a premature burial shroud.

It was hard to see the war hero he had been
until Grandfather opened his rheumy eyes,
the blue as pale as a winter sky,
as hard and cold as tempered steel.
When he opened his eyes and looked into your soul,
only then could you see it. Then you would know.

Those eyes were a pool of profound strength,
with unwept tears of pain and death floating
just below their placid, unbroken surface,
like ocean debris trapped within swift currents
and forever forbidden to emerge,
forbidden to pollute the sea that was his life.

But, still, the soiled debris was a part of him.
Grandfather survived the German occupation of his land,
fought life and death struggles in an Underground
that would not, could not accept the domination of others.
And when it was over, when he had outlived the death,
he had moved to a new land, a land of new-found friends.

In America, Grandfather built a new life,
while never forgetting the lessons of the old.
His melodious French was replaced with broken English,
the rifles with shovels, the knives with hammers.
But nothing ever supplanted his implacable courage,
nothing ever usurped his enduring strength.

Grandfather was a warrior, but he was also a teacher.
I listened to his words, saw his examples,
learned from the stories and histories he shared.
He showed me that courage and strength aren't independent qualities,
but rather are the inevitable results of abiding love.
"What you truly love," he would say, "can never be surrendered."

And Grandfather, more than most, loved Freedom.
I have since learned there are many who say it,
but few who really feel it.
And fewer still who understand it.
Grandfather once told me he never fought for Freedom.
He said, instead, he fought against domination.

We were sitting in the old wooden swing,
its paint as wrinkled and weathered
as the skin of my grandfather's aged face,
the sound of the river flowing through his yard
a backdrop for a classroom
with neither desks nor chalk boards.

"A man can never take away your Freedom," he told me.
"They can only take power and make you pay a higher price
when you choose to exercise it.
Hitler wanted to make that price a man's death.
There is always a price to be paid for Freedom,
but when the price becomes too high, a man must fight."

I remember he paused then, his irregular breath
like a clipped whistle as it wheezed past swollen nostrils.
I was used to his long lulls, a habit so many found irritating.
Grandfather was giving me time, I knew,
to ponder, to absorb, to believe.
And I knew, too, in knowing him, there would be more.

When he finally continued,
Grandfather's voice was almost a whisper.
"It works both ways," he said, leaning closer,
his minty breath an envelope around my face.
"A man can never take away your freedom,
and a man never grant it either."

Grandfather's voice had many tones within it,
and I had learned them all through the years.
"The laws of this country are good ones, mostly,"
he said in a reverent tone, an awed tone
that spoke of important lessons
to be learned.

"But you must always remember that its Constitution,
and all the laws Congress has passed since then,
don't give you one bit more Freedom
than you already have.
Laws are made by men. Laws change.
Your Freedom is part of you. It's forever."

I remember nodding my understanding,
and I remember Grandfather's hand falling to my shoulder.
He squeezed briefly, and I can only assume he was pleased.
It would be another two years
before he would lay in a death bed of virgin white,
and another two decades before I would really understand his words.

The Freedoms written within our laws are always conditional.
Freedom of the Press is amended by libel statutes,
and Search and Seizure laws are cast aside for Probable Cause.
All the laws, all the guarantees,
exist only at the whim of the courts and Due Process.
Grandfather understood.

Any government based on unconditional Freedom
would necessarily be a government of unconditional anarchy.
Our laws don't grant people Freedom.
Our laws only set the price that must be paid
when a citizen chooses to exercise our Freedom.
But the Freedom comes from within.

Grandfather was not a religious man, but he was a Godly man.
And I think he knew.
Our Creator gave us not only our existence,
but he granted us Free Will,
that we might choose between good and evil.
And that power of choice is what Freedom is really all about.

There will always be a price to pay for Freedom.
The price is set by the hand of man, by the laws we make.
When we are wise and good, the price is one we can bear.
And when we are neither wise nor good,
there will always be men like Grandfather,
with the courage and strength to fight for what they love.







By Ron Carnell





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Traverse : Into The Future


What I say now may be elementary -
Once man unravels time and its mystery
We travel to the past by memory
Imagination’s what our future will be

Delve in the theories of the human minds
It’s heaven or hell or in between those lines
Push to one direction, a radical turn
We see this paradox a great concern

We have explored it almost endlessly -
How we can change the course of history
Kaleidoscopic the world seems to be
We need a mechanism to set us free

Traverse the unreached boundaries ...
Where there’s no war, poverty, and pollution
Traverse the possibilities ...
Where there’s no environmental devastation
Traverse the unknown energy ...
Where there’s a parallel dimension disguised
Traverse levels of this mystery ...
Where we will be spending the rest of our lives








By Je ' Free





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Computer Mice - a funny poem !


Can anyone give me advice . . . ?

What to do with computer mice?

At night they come out

And race all about.

Each mouse and it's spouse

Invading my house.

They wreck my office

And they're not too nice.

What to do with computer mice?

Wait, I hadn't thought about that -

Perhaps, I'll get a computer cat!






By Todd-Michael St. Pierre





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Happy Holidays


We seem to have lost the spirit of Christmas
amid the scandal and sadness this year.
So many things have happened in the world
it's hard to be filled with good cheer.

We grumble and groan and complain, it's true
treat each other with indignity and scorn
We see the world with eyes tightly shut
never seeing that gift that was born.

A gift that can lighten a stressful load
or clear prejudice from our eyes
a gift that we have the power to give
it comes in every shape and size.

Please pass on this gift - just give it away
but hold some of it close in your heart.
For we are together but a brief time in life
give it away before we must part.

On Christmas this year, I wish for you
the special gift we can use each day
It's the gift of love - of hope - of peace
that increases as you give it away.



By Poet deVine





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Gift Of The Seagull



A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly

My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free

I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight

The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly





By Munda





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My Father, My Son


As a son I lost a father,
As a father, a son -
If the choice was mine I'd rather
Had not lost either one.

I do not know where I come from
Or where I am to go.
True, this fate is less than some
And more than some can know.

My father, my son - you both I miss
But we shall meet someday
In the kingdom where angels kiss
To chase the clouds away.




By Thomas





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In Times Of


My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.
It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...
Yet finds no direction.
My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.
It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...
Yet it somehow eludes me.

My eyes seek out visions in times of want.
They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them Yet they cannot see the light.

My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.
They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...
Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.
My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.
They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...
Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.
My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.
It poses intense questions that demand answers ...
Yet there are none to be found.
My hand reaches out earnestly in these times of confusion.
It dials the number of a familiar and calming voice ...
And gratefully, my lifeline to sanity ... remains intact.




By Kit McCallum





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My Angel


My angel has a heart so precious,
and sometimes her hair shines of gold.
She is full of love and kindness,
she makes my life meaningful and bold.

My angel is so smart,
always showing me the right way.
Without her I'd be lost,
I know she'll never lead me astray.

My angel is beautiful,
she is so special and like no other.
I love her,
for my angel is my mother.




By Natalee Fox





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Symphony Of The Sea


The smoky breath of Poseidon,
Billowing over wintered wings.
Gracefully touched by ice maidens,
Silent thoughts magically sing.

The mother's crystalline wine,
Flows over verdant isles.
Glimmering like an ancient shrine,
A mirror expanding endless miles.



A melody floats upon the tides,
Lingering within cool sprays.
Upon creamy foam the tune rides,
And silver notes gently raise.

Sweetened with an aqua hue,
The mermaid song plays on.
Secrets of the depths are viewed,
Unlocked by the coming dawn.

A symphony soars within the light,
Sea nymph voices floating high.
Within the sound I hear her might,
Echoing where ocean meets sky.

The crystal opera begins to fade,
Becoming now a hymn of the sea.
Memories fall in a final cascade,
Reminding that the song shall always be.






By Alwye





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The Poets


Why do young modern poets
Play with my ever fragile mind;
For is it not until you die,
That I should read your latest rhyme?

And why do you place in question
All that I at present believe?
If not to lead me yet further
Into doubt and uncertainty?

I, like so many before me,
Am never to decode your lines,
For anonymity is yours:
In ink and paper you do hide!

Often I think of those great men
Who in ancient times gave such grace
To this practice we now despise,
And in earnest try to erase.

But all who think would surely know
That unlike the monuments of time,
The poet's words are strangely sent;
They immortalize and never die!

So this final tribute is made
To all the Great Ones of our past;
In so doing is homage paid,
To all rhymes from first to last.






By Belisle





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Reality


Death, departure, walk away, walk out
Should I or should I not pout

Family and friends
Lovers and one-night stands

I have loved, lost and lived
How do I trust, how do I love again

I should move on, it's all in my past
But my pain remains, continues and lasts

This pain lingers in my heart, mind and soul
Damn it - why is this world so cold

How can I have faith in God and family
When people I love are taken from me

Where can I find true and loyal friends
I'm sick of the lies, fights and revenge

Hurt continuously, hurt at a young age
How do I love again with all of my rage

How do I get past all of this, show me a sign
So I can leave my sadness, pain and crying behind




By Suthern





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Sad Poem

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love

Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone









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Flight Of The Fairies


Old woman rises from her slumber
Earlier than the sun
Sleep; an infrequent visitor in her world

She feels the burden of her world, heavy in her bones
Gently brushing a strand of silvery gray out of her eyes
She labors to unsteady feet

Slowly she makes her way to her window
To watch the moon shimmer upon the lake
She sees Them gently fluttering, awaiting the sunrise
Calling to her, beckoning her to join them
She pulls her robe tight about her, making her way outside along the shore
They are waiting for her there: The Otherkin



No cold wind does she feel,
Aches and pains forgotten
She sits upon the damp grass as they dance for her

They land softly upon gnarled hands
Beauty and age in stark contrast
They whisper to her , beckoning her to join them

She closes her eyes and flies with them
Over miles, years, time, space
Their music fills her heart and soul; she smiles

Once more she is with him; love of her life
From oh so long ago
Their music fills her heart and soul

Tonight she joins Them
The pain and fetters of age fall from her
She is young again; she is with him

The sun rises casting its yellow glow
Upon the lifeless figure of an old woman
Morning breeze gently lifting her silver strands

Peeking from a rosebud nearby
They sing; hand in hand
Together again






By Veronica Ann Cech




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Stranger


I stand in front of the mirror
And wipe the fog away
My vision is still hazy
From ridding myself this way

My hair is all in tangles
My eyes are filled with tears
I wipe the warm tears away
As if trying to rid myself of my fears

I'm ashamed of what I have done
But it hurts me even more
I can't make myself stop doing it
Even though I know what's in store

It has taken over my mind
It is eating away at my soul
My throat burns with anger
While my stomach growls even more

I am still looking in the mirror
Yet I don't know who I see
All that I know
Is this sad sight couldn't be me

I grip the edge of the counter
So tightly that my knuckles turn white
I want to scream out in anger
At this ugly sight

It's your fault I hiss
That I do this to myself
If only you didn't look this way
I would be in better health

I cover the image in the mirror
With the palm of my hand
And notice a cut on my finger
That I never knew I had

I grab my hand in anger
Or is it more like fright
I'm just so shocked
To see this sight

I laugh and then I cry
Then crumble to the floor
Suddenly aware of my problem
Like I never was before

How did this happen to me?
How did I become a statistic?
I thought that I was strong,
I thought I was better than that

My head throbs in anger
My throat burns with pain
My finger loses a drop of blood
And Nothing is what I have gained




By Ghegi




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Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have no sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must-but don’t you quit!
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometime learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out,
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow-
You might succeed with another blow-----
Success is failure turned inside out----
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt-
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit—
It’s when things get worse that you mustn’t quit!

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Today is a day you will always remember- the greatest in anyone’s life.
You’ll start off the day just two people in love and end it as husband and wife.

It’s a brand new beginning, the start of a journey, with moments to cherish and treasure.
And although there’ll be times when you both disagree, these will surely be outweighed by pleasure.

You’ll have heard many words of advice in the past, when the secrets of marriage were spoken, but now you know that the answers lie hidden inside, where the bond of true love lies unbroken.

So live happy forever as lovers and friends, it’s the dawn of a new life for you, as you stand there together with love in your eyes from the moment you whisper, “I do”.

And with luck, all your hopes, and your dreams can be real, may success find its way to your hearts.
Tomorrow can bring you the greatest of joys, but today is the day it all starts.



By S Khatri




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Dance Me To The End Of Love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love



By Leonard Cohen




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A Kiss

Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow;-
Rose kissed me to-day,-
Will she kiss me tomorrow




By Austin Dobson




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Sonnet XVIII, Shall I Compare Thee?


Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.






By William Shakespeare



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Last Sonnet

BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priest-like task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.







By John Keats


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Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
~Robert Herrick, "To Anthea (III)"

Go by brooks, love,
Where fish stare,
Go by brooks,
I will pass there.

Go by rivers,
Where eels throng,
Rivers, love.
I won't be long.

Go by oceans,
Where whales sail,
Oceans love,
I will not fail.





By Leonard Cohen



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THE INVITATION

LIVE with me still, and all the measures
Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee;
Let's but thus daily, all the pleasures
The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee.

Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover,
And see fields of armies fighting:
Oh, part not from me! I'll discover
There all but [?] books of fancy's writing.

Be but my darling, age to free thee
From her curse, shall fall a-dying;
Call me thy empress, Time to see thee
Shall forget his art of flying.





By Thomas Dekker




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Trilce, XXXVI


We struggle to thread ourselves through a needle's eye,
face to face, hell-bent on winning.
The fourth angle of the circle ammoniafies almost.
Female is continued the male, on the basis
of probable breasts, and precisely
on the basis of how much does not flower.

Are you that way, Venus de Milo?
You hardly act crippled, pullulating
enwombed in the plenary arms
of existence,
of this existence that neverthelessez
perpetual imperfection.
Venus de Milo, whose cut-off, increate
arm swings round and tries to elbow
across greening stuttering pebbles,
ortive nautili, recently crawling
evens, immortal on the eves of.
Lassoer of imminences, lassoer
of the parenthesis.

Refuse, all of you, to set foot
on the double security of Harmony.
Truly refuse symmetry.
Intervene in the conflict
of points that contend
in the most rutty of jousts
for the leap through the needle's eye!

So now I feel my little finger
in excess on my left. I see it and think
it shouldn't be me, or at least that it's
in a place where it shouldn't be.
And it inspires me with rage and alarms me
and there is no way out of it, except by
imagining that today is Thursday.

Make way for the new odd number
potent with orphanhood!





By César Vallejo




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Black Stone on a White Stone

I will die in Paris in a downpour,
a day which I can already remember.
I will die in Paris—and I don't budge—
maybe a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

Thursday it will be, because today, Thursday,
as I prose these lines, I have forced on
my humeri and, never like today, have I turned,
with all my journey, to see myself alone.

César Vallejo has died, they beat him,
all of them, without him doing anything to them;
they gave it to him hard with a stick and hard

likewise with a rope; witnesses are
the Thursdays and the humerus bones,
the loneliness, the rain, the roads. . .



By César Vallejo




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Seek Not My Heart


Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.


By Kit McCallum




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My Gift To You


I live through my dark existence
only to bask in your beauty
your eyes that shine like sapphires
your smile that brightens even my sad existence
I envy the wind that runs through your hair
that touches your lips
I long to touch you
to hold you in my arms but I cannot
for your heart belongs to another
so, I can only love you from afar
your friendship means more to me
than anything this world provides
but like an angel you touched my heart
in a way that I've never felt before
cause I've never known what love is until this day
I know that we are only friends
but my heart wishes it to be more
so I will still hope and dream
that one day I can feel your lips pressed to mine
to hold you in my arms and say, "I love you"



By Lonely Shadow




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Can We Still Be Friends?


I was cold and hurting
lost out in the night
wandering and searching
for heaven's light

I saw the night sky clearing
when you spread your rainbow wings
But little did I know
what joy you would bring

From that moment on
a friendship did start
you kissed away my tears
and sheltered my heart

I bless the day God
sent him from above
But then I grew fearful
for I had fallen in love

I told you this feeling
and what did you say?
You said you liked our friendship
and that's how it would stay

I cried for a friendship I thought I lost
But then felt your warm, gentle hand
You then whispered in my ear
that by my side you'll forever stand




By Kathleen Sheppard




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The Mistake You Cannot Forget


You say you cannot forget
And you aren't ready to forgive
But I need your friendship
More than you'll even know
I need you there to live

Without you by my side today
Life's been going, oh so slow
I miss your calls
Our endless talks
The places we would go

You can't even bear to look at me,
And I know my mistake
For because of one night,
And a few thoughtless actions,
When you saw me you ran and hid

I know we cannot take it back
As much as we would like to
But we could forget
And start all over
Just friends, that's me and you

If time is what you need,
Then I guess that's what you'll get
But I need you there for me soon,
My friend,
I hope you will forget.





By Ashlie




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Company



Where are you going, where have you been?
My dear, close, and quiet friend,
As we sit in the soft springtime Saturday's end
Taking comfort in each other once again.

Tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine;
And so we will pass a few hours time
With the quaint and the comic and even sublime -
Silently searching for that elusive sign.

We'll fashion the future and polish the past,
Allowing the memories to amass;
While the grains of sand slip through the glass
'Til a tranquil lull pervades at last.

Conversation fades with the eve's golden light,
We cannot go on, try though we might;
So you gather me an embrace so tight,
And we wistfully, longingly say goodnight.




By Tina K




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Coffee Lovers



Silently,
He smiles to himself,
As he thinks of her,
Sitting alone in her kitchen,
Sipping coffee.
She thinks of him too,
But little does he know it.
Shamefully,
Both pass each other every day,
Without passing on the knowledge,
Of their inwardly turned love.
Time and time again it happens,
For who has the courage to say it first,
Or do they just enjoy,
Their secret love affair.




By Aindréas Brennan




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Can You See It In My Eyes?



You don't know how I'm feeling.
I have yet to vocalize
Desire deep inside me.
Can you see it in my eyes?

I tremble when I'm near you
Heat travels up my thighs
and I want you with an urgency
That I just can't describe.

Dare I reach out to touch you?
Do you think you'd realize
How much I want and need you?
Can you see it in my eyes?

I long to say, "I love you,"
But am scared of your reply.
Terrified like a child
I've become paralyzed.

The camouflaged emotions
Lead to pain and silent cries.
And yet I just can't tell you.
Don't you see it in my eyes?

Confessing through this poem
My dilemma summarized.
The feeling's quite cathartic,
But will lead to my demise.





By Sandy Fioretti




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Forgive Me


To the ends of time I will love you my friend
Knowing that you're gone leaves me a bend

An angle to me you were so kind
Raising my sprits with ways I can not find

Over and over the days with you replayed
Loving you so much wished you would have stayed

I crossed a line which I know not fit
Now each day I die a little bit

An empty void replaces what I feel
Growing sadder and sadder, will I ever heal

From the feeling of love I felt for a friend



By John O.




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Compared To You

When you stood in the doorway
engulfed in summer shadow
and waved goodbye to me,
I made a silent promise to the setting sun
and hoped you would hear me.

I'll never love another like I love you, Darlin'
I never make a promise I don't intend to keep.
It doesn't really matter if you don't feel like that;
Compared to you, they're only second best to me.

They followed me around, offerin' me kisses,
gold, and diamond rings.
But to each of them I said,
"Hey, Honey, I'm sorry, but I know my heart's desire. "

I'll never love another like I love you, Darlin'
I never make a promise I don't intend to keep.
It doesn't really matter if you don't feel like that;
Compared to you, they're only second best to me.

The years passed by, college came and went
and now, I'm comin' home.
I dialed your number, said a quick hello,
then sang into the phone:

I'll never love another like I love you, Darlin'
I never make a promise I don't intend to keep.
It doesn't really matter if you don't feel like that;
Compared to you, they're only second best to me.

Silence on the line, then I heard you smile,
and take a long deep breath.
You said, "Baby, I know exactly what you're thinking,
but why'd you wait all this while? "

Because I'll never love another like I love you, Baby
I never make a promise I don't intend to keep.
I'll never love another like I love you, Baby.
Compared to you, they're only second best to me.





By Daisy




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Forbidden


Forbidden pleasures
Who makes the rules
Unfound treasures
And beautiful jewels

Can that line be crossed
What could we truly be
And at what cost
Do you see what I see
I know there is more there
Waiting to be found
Can you feel how much I care
I feel like I'm being drowned
If you knew the amount of desire
That I feel for you
My burning fire
That wants one to become two

Forbidden pleasures
Who makes the rules
Unfound treasures
And beautiful jewels








By Todd Fulton




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To My Best Friend?



This is for the greatest person
that I have ever known.
Being away from you for so long
I am feeling so alone.
With you I am so happy
you keep my heart content.
But I had to be a volunteer -
so off to England I went.
That is where I found my heart
and how I feel for you.
I try so hard to deny this feeling
and I don't know what to do.
I said that I would never again
let someone take my heart.
And here I'm sitting wanting you
and hate that we're apart.
Everyday you are in my thoughts,
every night you're in my dreams.
I can't believe what's happening,
is this really what it seems?
I know you're only wanting
to be the best of friends,
but I am asking you sincerely
if it's your rule you'll bend.
To take a chance to know me
to let me share it all.
And maybe one day very soon
for me one day you'll fall.
Our friendship we now have
is something that I'd miss
but maybe once we let go
we will find eternal bliss.




By Shannbodan




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Better Untouched


I look at him,
And a smile grows in my face.
Just to remember the times,
When he could've been mine.

As he gives me a hug,
While he puts his arms around me.
I remember what I would've gave
To only have a chance with him.

But now I see him,
In a different light.
Yes, he still means the world to me,
But now its a different way.

His friendship means a lot to me,
Although we never had much anything else.
Now I see why God doesn't answer all prayers,
Because some things are left better untouched.



By Chole




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1000 Times For 1


If I have kissed you once,
I have kissed you 1000 times.

Each morning as I arise.
Each night as I drift to sleep.
Each hour of every day.
Each moment before it goes away.

The kisses shared between you and I,
Have many times reached the sky.
As your lips part and anxiousness increases,
Your heart pounds and breathing ceases.

My lips leap to yours hungry for the taste.
Sweetness drips from you to me
As desire grows, my heart races.
Inches apart seem as miles waiting.

The miles increase as space shortens.
Time appears to stand still.
So close yet so far.
When? Now, please now?

Once more, 1001.
Make it 2, so many more.
Caressing ever caressing those
Tender lips, each time as the first.

If I have kissed you 1000 times,
I would give them all away
To make the dream a reality,
And kiss you once.




By Dave



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In A Nutshell


I think of you often
Do you think of me?
So sweet, so kind,
Do I even cross your mind?

I know your face in my mind,
I know your voice in my ears,
I think I know you,
Even through these years.

Are you my friend?
Are you my love?
That couldn't be,
You don't even see me.

I cry myself to sleep,
Every night my mind wanders,
If you're not the first thing,
You're the second thing on mind.

My eyes see you,
My heart aches,
For a love I assume,
Will someday bloom.

Who said friends could be lovers?
What were they thinking?
My love life, sinking or swimming?
It's sinking.

I am scared
I am afraid
My life right now
Is one big show.

Episode after episode,
Re- run after re- run
Why do I love you?
Let me show you.

When you are around me
So is the thought of her
I wish deeply
You weren't with she.

I have respect for a couple
What they share is beautiful
But what about the little people?
Whom you don't even see?

When you are my friend
I am yours
Your company completes me
Whenever you take the time.

To tell you the words
The three "easy" ones
I have to say,
And hard in a way.

Will you be calm?
Will you hate me after?
Will you be my friend?
Or will everything end?

With love, there's lust,
I lust for you,
I love you.
As for your thoughts on me?




By Sara Suvada




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Jackie


play into this heart and soul
and it seems like we've been down this road before
and I don't want to run into problems anymore

scary as it seems we are quite well
the best of friends can often be hell
when you feel much more for the other
than yourself

and at times I try to fight it away
but your touch makes it stronger day to day
frustrated, I only push you away

how many time has the topic come up
between us , how much I love you
and you get scared, then we don't talk for days

silence ain't golden for this boy
I feel alone in the world without your voice
seeing your face makes me rejoice.

don't know what I'd do if you weren't around
my heart hurts at just the thought
but you never seemed to really care

what of us will become
I hope you realize that I love you, hun,
and I'd never leave your side

if it were my time





By Jon Macomber




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My City


I once lived in a city. It was a strong, safe city. It had high walls around it built in earlier times to fend off frequent attackers. The walls were strong ones and I maintained them in order to keep myself safe from hurtful things. I can't say I felt safe in my strong city but it was as close as I could get.

But I was alone in my city. My city had become a prison for me. The same walls which I had built to keep out pain had also kept out good things. The things that make life worth living. While I was relatively safe in my city, I was besieged in a prison of my own making. Yet I continued maintenance on my walls. I chose the safety of a prison rather than face the dangers that lay on the outside.

Even after there were no more attacks, no more attackers, I kept up my city's walls. Then one day I heard of another city. A traveler from another city had gained my trust and I gave her admittance to my city. It was the first real company I had had in a very long time. Time after time my traveler friend returned. I soon began to lose interest in my walls. It's amazing how fast they fell when I forgot about them. I don't know if my traveler friend thought it strange to find the walls around my city coming down. I myself did not notice. I enjoyed her company so much that my walls did not even cross my mind.

I wondered what sort of city it was that my traveler friend hailed from. It was then that I realized that my walls had come completely down. They were beyond repair and I did not wish to build them up again. So I left my once strong city and set out to find that other city from where my traveler friend had come. The place where I for some reason had begun to believe I could be safe and yet not alone.

It was not a long journey. I soon reached the city I was looking for. I don't know what I expected to see when I reached that city. But what a sinking feeling I had when I stood before the city and found it surrounded by high walls probably as strong and solid as mine had been. I could not get in.

I can not go back, for the old city cannot ever be home again. So I wander outside the other city. I still talk to my traveler friend and I try to glean from the things she says a picture of what the city must be like. But how I long to be in that city. To have the walls open their gates for me. To have a city to be at home in once more.

And hopefully to be better off than I was before. I know what I left behind and I do not miss it nor do I feel the least bit of longing to return. So I wait on the outside of this other city praying that some day I can win admittance.

I fear I may have to wait forever.






By Buster




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The Knowing Sea


The tide comes in, and moves back out
Like your chest rising and falling
To the melodic rhythm of your life

In the mist of the sea's dew
I see the future of our understanding love
Two young friends discovering the truth

Sand and shells shift underneath
Realizing the changes that have taken place
I know now . . . where my heart belongs








By Mikol Khol




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As Days Flew By


The very first time I saw you,
Was special how we met.
You took me by complete surprise.
I knew my heart was set.

As days flew by, we talked again,
But you never seemed to care.
I tried my best to help you out,
By a favor here, or a favor there.

Although I made a fast approach,
Our friendship grew and grew.
I realized how deep I cared,
But the feeling I felt was new.

In time I became attached to you.
From a hug, I wouldn't let go.
I soon saw how close we were,
And the feeling was good to know.

For you, I wrote sweet letters and songs.
You were on my mind all day.
The thought of sleeping was nowhere near,
Unless I knew you were okay.

It hit me then, what I was in -
A unique and precious love.
For the person I said was only mine,
Was an angel sent from above.

The minutes without you turned into days,
And the seconds with you flew fast.
I could only wish to see you more,
And make each moment last.

The times I spent with you,
Were what made my heart complete.
I knew one thing for sure,
Without you, my future was obsolete.

And now, we love just the same,
As it doubles day by day.
I stare deep into your precious eyes,
Yet I'm still speechless to what I should say.

With you, I'm in a whole new world.
You bring out the best in me.
It's hard to picture you not there,
When you taught me who to be.

Yes, the road ahead gets hard,
When things may only seem rough.
But because you and I try so much,
We'll stay strong and get by tough.

Though problems may lie ahead someday,
And either of us could be right;
I promise to always be by your side,
And I promise my heart, so hold it tight.

And so, each night, beside my bed,
When there's only bright stars to see;
I pray that we may never give up,
And will always remain you and me.








By Peng




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Charlie's Eyes



Charlie's Eyes - what they do to me;
A color I can't quite say,
A feeling indescribable,
Whenever I look his way.

Charlie's Eyes - what they say to me;
A childlike quality,
That puts a smile upon my face.
Every time I look at them
They make my heart race.

Charlie's Eyes - what they long for;
A loving feeling, so intense,
When I look into them.
It is a feeling my heart can sense.

Charlie's Eyes - what they desire;
To give himself completely
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul,
And in return to have
These given to him;
Truly, Deeply, Willingly
for him to call his own.

Charlie's Eyes - how they make me want him;
In every possible way.
To talk to him, to touch him,
To lust for him, to make love to him,
To know all of him inside and out,
To share our laughter without a doubt.

Charlie's Eyes - what a wondrous thing;
I feel special he chose me
To see his eyes
The way they were meant to be.








By Sherry Roberts




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The Viking


A powerful radiance is felt instantly.
Flames of passion dance in his eyes.
He makes my heart ache with desire.
His words are music to my soul
That fill me with love and longing.
His mind holds the wisdom of the ancients.
His heart holds compassion and love.
His lips hold a promise of sensual delights.
His arms provide security and warmth.
He is as humble as a beggar on the street,
Yet as noble as a Viking chief.
There is a sense of mystery about him;
But his life, he has opened for me to see.
He is truly a beautiful and amazing man;
He is the best of all my dreams.
I will love him throughout eternity.
With not part, but with all that is me.





By Shannon




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From Friends To Lovers


Sometimes I feel sad and sometimes I feel blue
but whenever I see you, I'm as happy as can be
for you bring a smile upon my face
and a feeling of joy within my heart
you're like my sunshine in the morning
and my stars that glow at night
you're like the waves in the ocean
the cool breeze in the wind
like the call of the birds in the morning dew
like the sounds of beauty in the night
you see all of these things are of beauty and love
that's how I feel whenever you are near
for it was the passion and desire from both of us
that opened up the world for our eyes to see
for our love of each other will grow and grow
and our needs and desires will be more everyday
for a friend you once were and will always be
has turned into love as it should have been
so I want you to know as a friend and lover
that in my heart and arms you'll always stay
for our love for each other will never fade.






By Joe Vieira




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When Friends Go Too Far


Why did we cross the line?
Everything would be fine -
One moment of pleasure
For all this pain;
Can you tell me now what did we gain?
Everything would be OK -
Normal as it was,
But no - we had to go to far -
We had to cross that line
I would never turn back time,
For every moment I learn.
It's just things are so different now -
Things between you and me.
Why didn't I open my eyes?
Why didn't I only see
That what we were accomplishing
Would be the end to you and me?







By Lesliann Gilardi




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I Love



I love to see you smile
And I love knowing that I caused that smile
I love to see you happy
And I love knowing that I caused that happiness

I love to look into your beautiful eyes
And I love the way I fall into them
I love it when you hold my hand
And I love having the courage to grab and hold yours

I love to tease and torment you
And I love it when you tease and torment me
I love it when you touch me
And I love to touch you

I love rediscovering how beautiful you are each time I see you
And I love realizing how attractive you make me feel
I love wanting so badly to kiss you
And I love the way you want to take things slow

I love the fact that you still want to be my friend
And I love that I want to be yours
I love so many things about you
But the most important thing is:
I Love you!




By Melissa Neiding




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Can I Love You?



I gave my heart to you
I set my standards high
I laid my eyes on you,
I laughed and cried with you,
I told you my hopes and dreams,
My Love and Fears.

My tears I shed all over your shoulder.
In the end,
I came to see that you were
the only guy I could ever trust.
When I see you,
my face lights up with aspiration, and happiness.
When we talk, I can feel the load unload
with soothing words from you.

I have the feeling of love in my heart.
In my mind, I say "You don't mean a thing. "
In my words, I say "You are just a friend. "
But in the deep end of my heart,
I think of only you

When I tell you my expectations of a guy,
You tell me never to fall short of what I want.
But only one thing stands in the way -
You are a friend.

Can I still love you the way that I do?



By Retina Yazzie




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Never Meant To Be


Softly as a gentle breeze,
Love crept into my heart
So softly I did not realize
Until we came to part.
'Twas then that love so suddenly
Grew claws, and without warning
Clamped around my heart and left
Me bleeding and in mourning.
So stunned was I by this attack,
I did not cry out "stay! "
And, frowning at my silence,
You turned and walked away.
I never knew, until you left,
How much you'd meant to me
And now you're gone, I guess
Our love was never meant to be.





By Earthbound Angel




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When I Sleep



When darkness awakens, my body settles gently into bed.
The events of my day race rapidly in my thoughts as I close my eyes.
Slowly, I am lulled into a peaceful sleep.

I hear vibrant music - so full of passion.
I feel the warmth of the sun’s rays that grace my presence.
I see kind, adoring eyes gazing back into mine.

The air is full happiness - so much laughter.
Soft caresses are exchanged.
At this moment, life could not be any more wonderful.

I have never felt so beautiful; as I do when I am with you.
I have finally found the respect and acceptance that I have yearned for.
I eagerly listen to inspirational dreams and goals
and know that I want to be the one to be there
when they are complete.

A thin line of love and friendship is crossed,
and two single souls find a home to share eternity.

Birds begin to proudly serenade the morning dawn.
Lonesome roads slowly progress into distinguished passageways.
Light peeps through my windows and I awaken to a new day.
I am ready to endure what the day has in store for me,
because I know that I am a queen,
and I know extraordinary love when I sleep.





By Tanya W.




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More Than Friends



People always say that friendships should be treasured.
But I want something more with her.
My love for her could never be measured.
I only wish she could see how I feel.
So I wonder, what can I do?
Can I just be friends with her?
Or can I say to her, "I'm falling for you,"
And lose her friendship forever?
So is there any hope here or I should let my love for her end?
No matter how it all turns out, I'll always be her friend.






By Matt Whitaker




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Three Wishes


If I had three wishes,
I would wish to trade lives,
With a person so lucky,
A woman,
Your wife.

Just to have one day of waking up beside you,
Looking into those beautiful eyes,
Tasting your morning lips.
To make slow love to you
'Til we collapse into each other's arms.
I want to watch you shower and
Help with the hard to reach areas (wink).
I will make your breakfast and
Send you to work with a kiss and a smile.
I would love nothing more than to be that person
You come home to after work,
To greet with a hug.
We can talk over dinner . . .
Enjoy dessert much much later (smile).
I want nothing more than to appreciate
The beautiful, kind, caring, gentle, honest,
loyal and loving man you are.

I would love the chance
To show you what you deserve and
Enjoy what she has.
If I had three wishes . . .
I would give away two, because
The only thing I want in this world,
Is one chance with you!




By Christelle S.




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[Man]

Poem



Are We Still Friends?


I could have held you all night long,
I could have laid next to you forever,
But then I know tomorrow soon would come,
And still we couldn't be together . . .

I went against what my head was saying,
and followed my heart through,
And instead of quitting while I was ahead,
I started falling in love with you

We had so much fun together,
the memories we made so great,
all those nights laughing and smiling,
staying up so late.

As the snow falls on the sidewalks,
I know this too will pass,
for feelings are like the seasons changing,
and one season never lasts.

So, I know this must stop now,
and tomorrow soon will come,
as we walk away and never look back,
as our warm feelings become numb.





By Christine Cawley .




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Beautiful


He is beautiful, so very beautiful
Just like a winter's shining landscape,
As delicate as the petals of a daisy,
And as freely as the eagle soaring against the blue

His eyes are as mysterious as the calm sea
Everything about him is so very precious,
More precious than all the gems in the world
His soul is the essence of the sky and earth,
His feelings are a volcano that is yet to explode
His smile is the smile of lost innocence.

Pain vibrates deep inside of his gentle heart.
A lock shuts in the disturbed thoughts of his mind,
A mind with as many roads as the world has.
I look at him and I see a pure truth,
Like looking at a clear night sky,
Millions of stars twinkle within him.

He is beauty as I defined it,
He is perfect, his imperfections make him so.
He is my best friend, and I love him,
I love him although, not because.

And I would give up all the things which I think are pretty
If only I can hold his beauty within me,
For he is everything in this world,
And I have found a world in him.





By Magic




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Heart Thoughts



Sitting here remembering when
I saw the beauty rush out like a might wind
I never saw it before or bothered to notice
But now I see it and on it I am focused.
The gentleness of your voice
The way you make me feel
when I see your lovely smile.
The way you laugh and care for others
Even go beyond the extra mile.
I am focused on that
whether you believe me or not
My heart aches for you
And my stomach is in knots.
Now I had to declare,
The thoughts of my heart.
In hopes that you'd give me,
A place in your heart







By Jfreak




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[Man]

Poem



The How And Why


How has this sinful journey become my flight . . .
Why am I suddenly, morally un-right
My best friend's husband, now my delight
How does something so wrong, feel so right

We started out just "party buds", you see
Please don't pass judgement on me
For nearly 15 years I've known this man
Why is it now he takes my hand

Sure, their marriage was rocky
that was true
Why was I to seal their doom
I was vulnerable and weak when he fueled my desires . . .







By Gitte




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I've Been Caught


I've been caught swimming in his eyes again.
Holding my heart so it doesn't break in his presence.
I've been known to have to steady my breathing at his smile,
as my own returns with red cheeks.
As the subject of my never ending sentences, he calls upon pauses that
should not be there.
As my friend, he shares.
His heart cannot mention my name.
While my heart can only scream his.
I've been seen caressing his skin with my gaze.
Memorizing his shape.
I've dreamt of how his lips round his words.
As I replace friendship with love.
My heart hangs heavy when I hear his voice.
My pulse races with his scent.
As he walks past, her on his arm.
Unlike any of the others, he kills me and keeps me alive.






By Teresa Fiehn




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[Man]

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Thoughts Of Love


The sunset has faded once more,
Gone are its radiant hues
That warmed the end of my day.
The darkness of night envelopes me.
The air is still, the quietness of evening deafening.

I sit and ponder the past and question the future.
Memories, thoughts, flooding my mind.
Just like a pond when a stone is cast upon it,
So are the rippling effects borne by my heart and soul.

The innocence of a child’s daydreams
Now are transformed into a woman’s world of reality.
For so long I guarded my thoughts and feelings
Keeping them locked behind closed doors,
Allowing no one in.
You entered my world and became part of it.
I learned to trust someone as would a child,
And in doing so gave you the key.
A key that unlocked privacy secured for so long.
Fantasies became reality, untapped passions unbridled.
A tenderness and gentleness I’d never known
Warmed and comforted me.
Finally I knew what it meant to be a woman.

With the dawn of each new day I am reminded
Of the warmth, the closeness we share.
The stars of evening, sparkling like jewels,
Represent the memories I cherish.
The friendship remains, its future undaunted.

Daydreams and fairytales do come true.
Through the eyes of a child, the heart of a woman,
You became my knight in shining armor.
And, for one brief moment, like Guinevere,
I knew the joys and magic of Camelot.








By Linda Christensen




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How Was Your Day?


We are friends from far away.
When we talk we always have something to say.
Our lives so different yet the same.
Every night we play the game.
We talk of families and about our day.
I always wonder if there's more to say.
Could it have been different for you and I?
Or was fate decided before we could have tried?
For now we play our parts, that's all that's left;
Never knowing if our hearts would have met.
Two people from far away, always asking, "How was your day?".



By Dreamer



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One Last Time


If I ever needed it
or if it was ever wanted,
I would get it from you
and I could ask this of you...
forever and ever, because I know it's always there -
and I know you're always there.

So if I cry and ask you to never leave...
just say "ok" please.
And I'm thinking that I never had to tell you that -
because you know,
don't you?
You've known every time.
So someday we'll dance
and I know the whole world will want to cut in,
but you won't let them...
and I can't let them -
because I think I might need to hold on to you forever...
one last time.




By Ryan Autumn



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[Man]

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Between Us


There is the melody
I can't play for you,
There is the song
I can't sing for you.

Always,
I want to be with you,
Touch, feel your heart.

Between us
There is the line
I can't cross.



By May Queen




--> Man

[Man]

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I Want To Know


I want to know the you
That has not been introduced to anyone else.
I'm talking about the you
That you've been keeping to yourself.

I want to know your most recent fantasy -
You know, the one that just tickled your fancy.
I want to know each and every thought of me,
So I can lay back and contemplate bringing them to reality.

I want to know that spot
That seems to be under so much stress.
Because as a body physician, I have the answer -
It just needs to be caressed.

I want to know if that same spot
Was rubbed, licked and kissed,
Would your mind ponder
On what you could've missed.

I want to know what makes you happy,
What makes you sad,
What makes you sigh
And what makes you cry.

If I have to take a dive,
And explore the ocean floor,
I'll find out
And bring it back to shore.

I want to know,
That no matter what we're going through
Whether our lives are sunny or blue
I want to know - do I have a friend in you?



By Horace Whitfield




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[Man]

Poem



Hands Off



When things get too comfy,
And voices fade slowly,
Please remind me quietly
to take my hands off.

When we start moving together,
And our lips start moving closer,
Please remind me gently
to take my hands off.

When things get serious,
And talk gets intimate,
Please tell me softly
to take my hands off.

When smiles exchanged become knowing,
And we can't seem to stop staring,
Please tell me quietly
to take my hands off.

When standing away is not an option,
And cuddling under covers is the only alternative,
Please tell me
to take my hands off.

When you are not mine to keep
and you're not mine to love,
When lines are crossed,
hurt just seems to grow,
So when things start heating up
and passions start running high,
Please tell me gently
To take my hands off of you.




By Moonshyne




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I Love You, My Friend


Shall I run or hide
And die inside
Or pretend
That I never knew you, even as a friend?

Can I go back in time,
Before your hand was in mine,
Or erase the kiss,
That I will forever miss,
Or forget your eyes
That seem to hypnotize?

Can my mind erase
The feel of your embrace?
How can I forget all of this
And pretend it doesn't exist?

I want you to know one thing that will never end -
my love for you. I love you, my friend





By Lynn Smiley




--> Man

[Man]

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Until Your Journey Is Done


All the nights we laughed and talked,
Of deepest thoughts and untold truths,
Stay on my mind as I think of you.
Your life has taken a new turn.
Bridges not yet crossed are even burned.
As you treat your path anew,
I sit on your heart as a friend,
Like a whisper kiss of morning's dew.

As I think of your words,
Your thoughts and your voice,
I wanted to tell you to hold you head high,
And set your jaw at a determined level;
For you are deserving of much,
Despite all you may have done.
We have all sinned my friend.
We have all tested,
Then plunged deep into the water,
Of temptations,
Coming forward as wiser people from it.






By Thoughtful Dreamer




--> Man

[Man]

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A Wondering Mind


As I sit and watch the rolling sea
I wonder if true love between us can ever be
In my heart are feelings that I can not explain
But the words that come to mind are so simple and plain
They are words like I love you, I need you, or It's just the thought of you

But when these words come to my mind I don't know what to do
I don't know if I should forget it or just give it time
I wish I could keep my heart from controlling my mind
I know someday my true feelings I will find
But only when It is right and in God's due time






By Anthony Fusco



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[Man]

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Just Friends


We enjoy each others company
but for the most part, we avoid it.
We pretend there is nothing there.
We're just friends.
Every time we meet, it's awkward at first.
We check our guard and put up the walls.
We're just friends that's all.
We call each other on the phone,
and always have a good excuse for doing so.
Do friends need an excuse?
You remind me that "We must be careful",
"We can't go there", you say.
The rules have been set,
and we live by them.

We sit and talk for hours,
two sets of blue eyes interlocked
and neither turns away.
I hang on your every word.
Your simple presence in a room,
gives my life a purpose.
Add your voice and a smile,
and I melt away.
The thought of you touching me
makes my body scream out with yearning.
But we're just friends, right?
Why do I feel it's more?
Are we in self-inflicted denial?
Our past hurts have made us so afraid,
We'd rather be lonely than to take that chance again.

I wish I could tell you how I really feel inside.
That I'd be willing to take that chance
To be more than just your friend.
I know you sense this, as I do,
but it's easier to pretend.
Saying it would make it real
and you'd run away and hide from me.

So I'll try and keep the flood gates closed
and be content that you let me be,
Just your friend.








By Anthony Fusco



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I Will Love You Anyways



You walked into my Life, when my world was dark and cold,
you held out your arms, and my heart and soul you did hold.
You promised you would never leave, that you would always be there,
I never knew that I meant so much, that my heart was worth enough to care.

You showed me so many things, I started to dream of you every night,
you melted the coldness in my heart, with the warmth of your light.
I ended up falling for you, how could I not -
you're an Angel in disguise, and every touch from you makes my soul hot.

But then you told me it's not the same. for you only think of me as a friend,
I cannot understand this, the wrong messages you did send.
I never knew you bought your friend flowers, and touched them like a lover,
I never knew you held your friends' hand and caressed them under the covers.

I am so far, I cannot turn back now, you are My Best friend,
so what do I do now. I don't know much, except here I am again
in Love with another man who only wants to be my friend.

I'm not sure if this is wrong, then again I don't know what's right,
I will Love You Anyways, even if its a lonely fight.









By Melissa Ann Berman



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I Love You



I never really knew you
You were just another friend
But when I got to know you,
I let my heart unbend.
I couldn't help past memories
that would only make me cry
I had to forget my first love
and give love another try
So I've fallen in love with you
and I'll never let you go
I love you more than anyone
I just had to let you know
And if you ever wonder why
I don't know what I'll say
But I'll never stop loving you
each and every day
My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember one thing
I Love You!





By Angel Baby



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[Man]

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When You Love Someone



When you love someone so deep inside,
It seems like it's so easy to hide.
You've loved him for so very long,
You would think he could do no wrong.

Every day you would hope and pray,
That he would always stay this way.
He treated you like you should be treated,
You thought your life was finally completed.

You thought your love was growing true,
And then one day it was all so blue.
He started putting you down and it hurt,
You thought all you were to him was dirt.

He started ignoring you and you wondered why,
All you wanted to do was curl up and die.
You thought your relationship would never end,
But that was all so fake and pretend.

One night he was so sweet to you,
You thought all those things were maybe untrue,
Two days later he was back the same,
You thought you were the one to blame.

He thought the relationship was getting too serious
And that you had become a little too curious.
By this time you knew it wouldn't last,
All the nice things he said were in the past.

You thought that you would marry him some day,
But this time God wanted to get his way.
You wanted things back how they were before,
But you knew this couldn't happen anymore.

It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,
You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.
You knew this was going to happen soon,
As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.



By Preppie



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Good-bye



So confused
Not knowing what to do
I love you so much
But I love him too

Most of the time
all we ever do is fight
I really don't have a clue
on how to make it right

I want to be with you
But he is never off my mind
I'm sorry that I am hurting you
I'm sorry I'm that kind

Why do I still love my ex
I ask myself everyday
I have you now
But I just want to hold him and say

I miss you so much
You are the love of my life
I want to be with you forever
I want to be your wife

He would never hurt me
Curse at me or lie
So that is why I have to say
I'm sorry and good-bye.


By Tatum



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Longing


There can be everyone,
Crowds come in, move out
But you're not among them

Stroll through Memory Lane
Can't even remember your embrace
For it never was.

Flip forward the pages of time
Our first encounter
What will it be like?

Remembering your voice
Recalling your name
Tears brim my eyes

Where are the memories?
Locked in the future
So far away

This feels so wrong
I think more of you
To love you even more

Love separated
But only by distance
Not in my heart.










By MONICA BANSAL"



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[Man]

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Craig's Story


Poor little Craig
He only wanted to be ‘cool'.
He just had to fit in
With the boys at school.

When invited to a party
His parents let him go.
Only under one condition
That they recited like so:

“Son, I want you to
Come back home alive,
So I am warning you
To please not drink and drive.”

“Life is very precious
Worth more than being ‘cool'
Because if you lost your limb or life
You'll be your number one fool.”

Craig promised his parents
That whether he was cool or a nerd
He would never drink and drive
So they let him go, taking his word.

If his parents only knew
That their son would never come home
That fate would take away
What they could truly call their own.

The party was wild
And it had begun to rain
But Craig had entered
With those words in his brain:

“Come home alive
Don't drink and drive”

But peer pressure got the best of him
Even with the warning in his head.
His brain pleaded for a soft drink,
But he took a beer instead.
“Just for a taste”, he said
As he opened the bottle to “try”.
Enjoy it while you can, Craig,
It will be hours before you die.

From “trying”, it went to “taste”
After “taste”, he couldn't even think.
From here on, all he wanted
Was “just another drink”.

He went off to his car
Thinking he was all right
Although his vision was triple
And he could barely see that night.

The storm clouds will soon kick in
To set the final scene
When Craig takes his final breaths
At the age of eighteen.

He gets in behind the wheel
Fumbles for his keys
Rolls down the windows
To feel the night's breeze.

Enjoy it while you can, Craig
Appreciate every breath
Because the minutes are counting down
Until your untimely death.

He starts the ignition
Puts the car into motion.
Poor Craig took the plunge
Into the deep drunk ocean.

Driving on the freeway
Thinking, “This night was my luck”
Until the wheel slipped from him
And he smashed into a truck.

Crash, noise
The smell of gas
Broken bones
Fiberglass.
Cuts, bruises
Airbags flying.
This is chaos
And Craig is dying.

He now remembers
The vow that he gave
But now his time is being cut short
What a path to pave.

“I'm so sorry mom and dad”, he says
“Please don't come to shame.
I'm sorry that I'm leaving you
With a grave that bears my name.”

“I am very sorry
For future sorrow and for my lies.”
Then he takes his final breath
And shuts his deep green eyes.

The paramedics arrive an hour later
The truck driver would be okay,
But they looked at Craig and said to each other
“It's a shame it ended for him this way.”

As Craig's parents heard the news
His mother breaks down in grief
“Why did you do this, son?” she shrieks
“Why did you make your life so brief?”

He never knew how precious life was
And ended it with one solid stroke
It all began with the confrontation
And the promise that he broke.

The story of foolish Craig
Who, by his family and friends, was cherished
He'll never know how cool he really was
Because now, he lies among the perished.









By MONICA BANSAL"



--> Man

[Man]

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Missing You



Losing my self control,
I run to your side
And you save me...
My imagination runs wild
I begin to laugh again
With you

On the edge of the cliff
I am tempted to fall
But you always catch me
And wipe my tears away
I feel so loved
I love you

In the middle of a breakdown
I want to disappear
Yet, there you are
Loving me, caring for me
I always want to be seen
Around you

The worst day of my life
I wanted to die
But you were here for me
Fighting during the storm
Comforting when calm
Thank you

I was riding on self doubt
I wanted to weep
Then you came
Removing all traces of sadness
Restoring my love and faith
Through you

When I am thinking of you
I want to see you
So I imagine you here
With kind words of wisdom
And an open heart
I miss you









By MONICA BANSAL"



--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Ostrich


Looking cheery, bright
With my graceful walk.
others watch in envy
Admiring my beauty

Will they ever know
My deepest darkest secret?
I try to be my happiest
Although I wish to fly...

So many pains
Perfect for a neck like mine
who will notice
what I'm really thinking?

my wings are useless
my feathers are pointless
all I can do is run from my problems
knowing they will chase me

Nothing can change
Wishes dont grant a thing
so I shall find my refuge
by burying my face in the sand










By MONICA BANSAL"



--> Man

[Man]

Poem




All THAT REALLY MATTER


I don't have much to give,

I know that it's true.

But all that really matters,

Is if it's pleasing to you.



I don't have much skill,

In saying the right things,

But all that really matters,

Is all the love that it brings.



I don't have much to think about,

No hopes or fantasies,

But all that really matters,

Is for your sadness to cease.



I don't have much to offer,

It's nothing from the mart.

But all that I can give you,

Is a place in my heart.






By MONICA BANSAL"



--> Man

[Man]

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TRUST


So strong, yet so fragile:

As solid as a rock,

Yet shatters like glass.



Filled with good intentions,

The result is hatred if misused.

Will it ever come back?



One's world is gone,

As if a bottle broke.

And everyone picks up a piece,

To take home with them.

The bottle is gone.

No secrets—exposed.

As if on a tabloid.



All of this caused by good intentions.

Trust : the one thing people want to break.

The one thing people give away without thinking…

If they only knew it would destroy them.





By MONICA BANSAL"



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[Man]

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Space


Space is very dark and cold,

People who go there are very bold.

There are scientists and engineers,

Searching for life without any fears.

There are lots of planets, moons and stars,

Including Venus, Earth and Mars.

Shooting stars and comets too,

I like space, how about you?






By MONICA BANSAL"



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[Man]

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Depression is.....


Depression is a state of mind,

Where happiness is left behind.

When you're all alone and feeling sad,

Reflecting upon those dreams you've had.



Depression is that urge to scream,

If you've failed to make the high-school team.

The need to cry when nothing seems right,

And you wish that you had to stood to fight.



Depression is the pain you feel,

When happiness seems too good to be real.

When nobody knows what you've been through,

Or no one's around that you can talk to.



Depression is that primal urge,

For your soul to submerge.

Life's too hard to bear,

Because everything's unfair.



The playing of the fife,

Telling you to end your life.

But imagining mother's cry,

Doesn't make you want to die.



So the healing begins,

As you cast away your sins.

Trying to mend old ways,

To see better days.







By MONICA BANSAL"



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[Man]

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My Plea


Foolishly, I discarded you.

How could I be so dumb?

For now, I want you back,

When I realized you'll never see me.



When I look at your pictures,

My eyes fill with tears,

Knowing what I've done to you,

And you never did anything wrong.



I blame nobody but myself,

For doing this to you.

Nothing was ever your fault,

And I had always blamed you first.



When I realized all of this,

It was too late.

Because you had left this world,

Making me feel awful.



Can you ever forgive me?

Forgive my selfishness, please.

Because I will never forgive myself,

For the way I had treated you.



I'm truly sorry.

Please forgive me.








By MONICA BANSAL"



--> Man

[Man]

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My Friend


I have this friend, or so it seems,

Who discourages me to follow my dreams,

She was never there when I need her the most,

But is always the first to pop-up to boast.

Who mooches off anyone she can see,

And considers herself Miss Popularity.

It was about time when I faced reality,

And found that this “friend” lacks sentimentality.

That she's no friend of mine at all,

Instead, she's a conceited person who enjoys my fall.

I thought she really was a friend,

Or so it seems.









By MONICA BANSAL"



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[Man]

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Animals


Animals of the wild, animals of the sea,

Animals that are taller than you and me.

A hamster is small, you can recognize,

Unlike the Elephant whose shape is maximized.

The ostrich is a tall bird and can't even fly,

Nothing like the zebra, which lions kill; so they die.

The giraffe is very tall and eats from tall trees.

The bison were almost extinct, thanks to human greed.

All these animals I have mentioned aren't the only kind,

There are many kinds and more, just look in the wilderness to find!









By MONICA BANSAL"



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Life




If life is so “precious”,

Then why are so many ruined?

These are the homeless

The sick, the sufferers

And the suicidal.



If we should embrace what we have,

Why are so many people left with nothing?

Nothing to hold and cherish?

These are the orphans

And the disowned.



If God is so perfect,

Why does he let all of this happen?

Is it because He is “challenging” us?

Or is it that this world is simply unjust?



Who really knows?

Is life really precious to the extent of living it to its fullest?

No, that's why people screw up their lives.

Life can be either Heaven or Hell…

In just one move.



It's sort of like chess, isn't it?

One stupid move and you're either dead, imprisoned,

Or something or someone precious can be taken away from you,

And you can't do anything about it.



However, if you make the smart move,

Even if you hate it,

You may end up somewhere,

Or at least have tried.









By MONICA BANSAL"



--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Earth



Earth is beautiful, and it shows,

Like it's waterfall and sunset glow.

It's beautiful animals like geese and doe.

It's clouds up high and it's rivers below.

The earth is our friend – it's not out foe!

The earth is beautiful and it shows.










By MONICA BANSAL"



--> Man

[Man]

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Goodbye



It seemed all too sudden.

When I found out that I would never see you again.

Never look into those mysterious, but curious eyes,

And rub that fuzzy nose of yours.

How I took your presence for granted.

I will never forget those happy times together.

But now that you are gone,

I wish that we spent more time together,

Just one last time.

But wishing will never bring you back.

Because you are forever gone.

To never be seen, heard, or touched.

There is nothing to compare your beauty to anymore.

The worst part is:

I never had the chance to say Goodbye.






By MONICA BANSAL"



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Poem




My Aunt
(Mausiji)




They all said, “She's here!”

And I showed no fear.

I ran outside to give her a hug,

And she called me “Monica Dear”.

She is very gentle, kind and nice you see,

Some people say she looks like me,

Yes, she is my mausiji!








By MONICA BANSAL"



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Poem




Better Tomorrow by Amy M. Jones


She can feel the pain
and also the sorrow.
She doesn't want to go on.
So she prays for a better tomorrow.

It's hard for her to cope.
She'd like to runaway.
In her heart she knows
that she can't stay.

You can see the sadness
deep within her eyes.
She would like to stop the madness,
but instead, she just cries.

She prays for strength to move ahead.
To survive another day.
She pleads for the courage to be brave
so she can simply walk away.





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[Man]

Poem




An Abrupt Stop by Brandy Bryant



You started out with promise
You started out with hope
Until all your dreams were canceled
by a substance called dope

You dropped into a depression
you could not climb out
because you were under the assumption
dope would help you out

Now your life is over
it is the procession to cry
why should someone so young have to die?
That is a question I have no right to ask
but it seems as though things change oh so fast

So my friend if you hear me
please understand
there were people who loved you
you did not comprehend







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Poem




Big Mistake by Klynn


Of all the mistakes I've ever made,
falling in love with you, makes the grade.
Months of fighting for what I thought was mine.
When you could really care less,
and hurting me was just fine.

When reality hit, and the tears finally fell.
You Shrugged your shoulders,
hung up, and said "Oh well! "
You might have won this battle
of breaking my heart.
But your day will come
when all you have is lost, and fallen apart.

Though I'm not the type to cheer pain on,
When it comes your way.
I'll be the first to say,
"He got what he deserves, the low- life con!"

Well good- bye for now is the last I'll say.
And I can't wait for your sad, hurtful, and lonely day






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Poem




The Ambulance Down In The Valley by Vanessa


The sky turned gray as I stood on the hill
The smell of violence and the smell of kill
The sound of horror and terrified screaming
It is the only place the sun’s not beaming
A place of swings where no children will play
For I stand by the graveyard to where they most lay
I see drunks lay all over the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

Poor children living a life of violence
With horrifying homes filled with silence
Violent blood shattered on the street
And a child who lay there that has been beat
In fear of their parents I hear children crying
Living in a valley that is somehow dying
I see the blood on the walls in the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

The sun won’t shine in a place of horror
The children cry and the parents beat more
Living in a family with a father who's a drunk
And a mother who smokes dope and a lot of junk
The hospital is full of children bruised
And many are still home being abused
I see shadows of death in the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

The graveyard is full and there will be many more
If the abused do not stop in this horror
Rain pours down from all the tears
That God sheds for people’s fears
Defenseless children can not play
For in their abusive homes is where they must stay
I see a place of horror and a lonely alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

I see a cry for help throughout the place
And fear from a child’s terrified face
At nighttime the moon is gray
Like a horror movie I saw one day
A poor child who doesn’t own a toy
Because the parents won’t buy for the little boy
I still see loneliness in that alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

Careless children, fresh as sin
And some have forgotten how to grin
Children suffer, deliberately burned and bruised
From poor parents who themselves were abused
And violent anger on their mind
Makes them beat on any child they can find
A pool of blood lay in the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

The abuse is increasing day by day
The valley full of pain and the sky still gray
A little child in a corner is what I find
And visions of the abuse still haunts her mind
Seventy percent of children are abused every day
The parents get upset and the children pay
Horrified children and a lonely alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

In the 1960’s abuse was first identified
And since then many children has died
Blood in the valley and a child in pain
Somehow this world has gone insane
Nobody will help or try to prevent the abuse
No one deserves this; there is no excuse
In the village by the alley
The ambulance is down in the valley

The pain and suffering have gotten out of hand
The poor children can not even stand
Some in wheel chairs and some in a cast
And some just trying to forget about the past
Some do not know how love would feel
Some scarred for life that will never heal
Screaming, yelling, the sight of the alley
And the ambulance is down in the valley

One story that is so sad
Is when a stepmother got so mad
The children could not tie their laces
And fear poured out from their terrified faces
She beat them till the blood ran free
I am just glad this never happened to me
The children and their visions of the alley
The ambulance is down in the valley

Think of all the problems the world must face
So please stop the abuse in this horrible place
Poor children who may never see
What a wonderful place this could be
What I am trying to say is think of their pain
Do not think of your problems and complain
Unless you have visions of the alley
Because the Ambulance is still down in the valley







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Poem




Torment by Emilith



A weight falls heavily upon me -
A steady pull inside my brain.
In one room I seek love and understanding -
In another I purge the guilt and pain.
My guilt never leaves.
The pain only deepens.
My life is a wild rotation from one room to the other,
Locked in a ceaseless circle of torment -
A game of chess I cannot win.
I stand up, throat on fire, head spinning, heart pounding;
Begging for an end, any end, to this hell.
I gaze into the mirror, wiping my mouth,
Wondering who I have become;
A drawn and pale face, dull, expressionless eyes.
I run my hands through my hair
Hoping it will quiet the screams in my head -
But it doesn't, and tomorrow the game will start again.








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Poem




Littleton by Rosebud



A shooting at school that happened last Tuesday
April the 20th, what can we say?
Two hit men with guns and explosives and all
So many were shot, so many did fall.
Fifteen now are dead, but thankfully no more
A tragedy that shocked the world to the core.
We wonder what caused this and what can we do
And why the people have this to go through.
An event that is on everyone's mind
But a reason for this we never will find.
The victims no one will ever forget
And prayers will be said for a long time yet.







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Poem




A Prayer For Littleton, Colorado by Lisa Teller


I say this prayer from far away,
for all who were injured or died today . . .
It was such a massive killing spree,
carried out so senselessly,
Children crying in terror and pain,
another school, its happened again,
I pray dear Lord you help us to see,
What is wrong in this society,
where children kill just for fun,
Where did we go wrong what have we done?
Surely we must share the blame,
We can't keep denying it because we are ashamed,
Certain children are slipping through America's hands,
How can we stop this Lord, help us to understand?
How many of America's youth and teachers must die?
Before we recognize our children's cries,
I pray Lord you can heal us, our nation is in pain,
The Death toll is crawling with our children's remains.
I pray Lord for the children who survived this carnage and rage,
Give them you're comfort Lord to rid the evil of this day,
I pray you will heal them Lord and fill them with your love,
So they can forget the hatred that rained on them from guns.
I pray for everyone who survived this genocide,
Be their protector Lord, in your loving arms please let them hide,
I pray for all the souls that lost their lives today,
May they know the peace of heaven, Bless them, Lord I pray.
I pray for everyone who lost a loved one, dear,
Help them to be strong Lord and overcome the fear.
I pray for Colorado in this their darkest hour,
Bless them with your love and fill them with your power.
I pray for the souls who committed this heinous crime,
Surely they were sick Lord in their hearts and in their minds.
I pray for the community that the healing may begin,
I pray we can change this pattern so it never happens again.
I pray for a nation gathered in pain tonight,
give us you're wisdom Lord, So we can make things right.
I pray for all who read this poem, bless them too with love,
That we may know your peace Lord,
Send you're blessing from above. Amen.




--> Man

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Poem




Betrayal In The Dark by Pauline Hamblin


Alone in the darkness,
And so afraid -
Never knowing
The plans you've made;
Often you betray
My loving mother,
When my body,
Yours does smother.
Afraid to tell her
You've threatened me -
Life without Mama,
I'm afraid will be.
How much longer
Will this go on?
With that evil grin,
You call me Hon.
Mom seems happy
That you're our dad;
But what you do
Makes me so mad.
When I'm older
I'll make you pay
For those crimes
You commit today.


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[Man]

Poem




Who Would Know by Melissa Hensle




Who would know these kids were drunk
driving in our town?
I was coming out of the parking lot,
they hit me, I spun around.

All of a sudden my short life flashed
before my hurting eyes.
I started thinking about all the fun
I had with mom, dad, and the guys.
Then I hear the siren guy say there is no chance -
She will die, I also felt my spirit go up into the sky.

Why does my family have to suffer,
for something they didn't do?
I just pulled out of a parking lot and now my life is through.

I am only 19 years old now,
my family's life is going to shatter,
and the civil case will not matter.
The expense of my funeral will bring them down,
me lying in a casket,
my family and friends all on the ground.

Just because those kids thought they were cool,
drinking and driving in my town





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[Man]

Poem




Little Boy Lost by Pauline Hamblin


My little boy loved to play.
With hot wheels as a lad.
When he drove off, in his first real car.
My heart it was so sad.
His first real date, was to the prom.
My heart it filled with pride.
I couldn't help express emotion.
As he stood there by her side.
At his wedding, I did cry.
And let him know my feelings.
My little boys heart I held so long,
This lovely girl had stolen.
My first grandson was born today,
Without the presence of his dad.
For he was called away to war,
When he gets home, we will all be glad.
I heard the knock at the door,
Peeked out the window to see.
Before they spoke, I knew what they were here for.
My heart, my soul, just left me.
My thoughts go back into time,
When he was just a lad.
A dirty face with car in hand,
I wish I once again had.







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Poem




What They Can't See Kills Me by Kimberly



Watching a child, watching the fights,
Crying my sleep during the screams of the night.
Nestled in pillows, overtaken by tears,
She'd never realize this would effect her over the years.
So afraid of this monster, one that I hate,
It comes from the anger so the pain it makes.
If only a mirror could save it to see,
This child is hurting,
This child is me.
So scared to fall in love, but tired of being alone,
I remember all those tears,
And the pain they have shone.
Now no longer with youth,
But old enough to say,
I can't ignore these memories I live with,
I live with then everyday.







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[Man]

Poem




Little Boy Black And Blue by Michael Anderson


Oh Little Boy Black and Blue,
Who was it that did this to you?
Who raised a hand at innocence?
Did they proclaim their eminence-
At a child's expense?

Is this your beloved mother's psalm,
This stormy song beneath your calm?
The one who nourished you from birth.
Were you more trouble then you were worth?
Oh was it her who did this to you,
Little Boy Black and Blue?

Was it your father, that loving soul?
Did the alcohol cause him to lose control?
Was his patience tried and taunted-
By the boy he never wanted?
Oh was it him that did this to you,
Little Boy Black and Blue?

Oh Little Boy Black and Blue,
The autopsy confirms it was true.
You were sodomized and strangled.
You were beaten, broken, mangled.
You must've screamed in agony,
As bloodstained hands brought you more misery.
Oh was it someone you never even knew,
Little Boy Black and Blue?








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Poem




The Fight by Kara Chernushin Riccitelli



Bloody, broken, bruised, and branded,
Fractured ribs, the punch has landed.

Battered, wounded, twisted legs,
"Let me go!" the victim begs.

Now doubled over, spitting teeth,
His mother screams, consumed with grief.

Show no mercy, fight to death,
Till a broken body's all that's left.

There's no reason, none at all,
To cause this high-aimed youth to fall.

"Help me! Help me!" He gasps and cries,
But knows they'll beat him till he dies.

Pathetic soul left all alone,
Bloody face, shattered bones.

The mother wails, "It's not his time!"
They will pay for this vicious crime.

With no regret, remorse, or sorrow,
The gang will strike again tomorrow.

Now roses lie upon the grave,
Cherished friend we could not save.







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[Man]

Poem




The Two Faces Of Love by Pauline Hamblin



Love has two faces
This I surely know
Which one I see today
I don't rightly know.

At times it is so beautiful,
Makes me feel complete.
Other times it can be vicious,
I often times get beat

Wouldn't it be wonderful
If love would never go
To that dark and dangerous place,
A place I do dread so.

Settle for the happy times,
They are far and few.
I must wake up and leave this man
While alive, and still in view.








--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Voices by Wes Mitchell



The angel sits
silent
reading
the writings of ancient foes
Defeated

All of the flood
blood
and agony
are gone in a wave of self pity

Crying her only escape
voices of ones
once strong
dead
and gone

In pieces by the river of blood
Flowing from the wounds
in their hands
and feet
and sides

Water is her quest
water to heal
water you cannot find
but it is there

it can only be given
if only she would ask
it is easily lost
refused
almost wanting to be in her life

if only she had asked

It is wonderful
it will wash her wounds and make her complete
happy in winter
perfected in summer

but love takes two
the angel
and it
Would she have been true
It would have been . . .
never leave
whatever
it
is
is it
it is
me









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Poem




Deadly Passion by Pauline Hamblin



You gave to me deep satisfaction,
As you held me in your arms.
I felt warm, safe and secure
From all life's deadly harms.

Past warnings vaguely enter my mind -
I thought he loves me, he's not that kind.
Quickly we were swept away In mind boggling rapture
Never thinking that AIDS I might capture.

Now as I face life's lonely dread,
Visions of our love dance through my head.
For you are gone now and soon I'll follow -
Death for passion is the cost I swallow.







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[Man]

Poem




Daddy's Faltering Love by Pauline Hamblin



Why is daddy mad?
I tried so hard today.
To do everything he wanted.
And to stay out of his way.
I feel bad that Daddy,
From God, was given me.
He wanted a child,
He could be proud of.
Not me as I can clearly see.
I don't understand it
Mommy says she loves me, too.
But when daddy hits me
She says there's nothing she can do.
Other kids at school.
Speak highly of their dad.
I don't think he hits them.
Or they, too, would be sad.
I want my daddy to hold me.
And bounce me on his knee.
Instead he thinks that I am bad.
This request is not to be.






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Poem




Wrongfully Convicted by Angelina Merrill


Some people are wrongfully convicted.
Putting in Appeals, hoping the charges will be lifted.
A prison cell, now their new home.
Entrapped, inside razor barb fences.
With no more freedom to roam.
A lot of precious years, will be lost.
At somebody else's cost.
Taking everything day by day.
The only thing left to do is hope and pray.
Maybe some day, the real criminal will meet their fate.
Wrongfully convicted, and having a lot of hate.
Pushed through the system, so they can close the case.
Not able to accept what has happened.
Sooner or later, it will have to be faced.
Innocent as hell, we shouldn't be here.
Living a life of constant fear.
Maybe, they'll realize they made a mistake.
Hopefully some day, when I awake.
I will hear I'm a free man.
And a journey home, I'll take.






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Poem




The Bad One by Kaspatch


With you I thought it would be great,
My life would now be complete.
But then I started to hate,
Every time we had plans to meet.

The feelings I had for you,
Used to make me melt.
Now I'm feeling blue,
Because I know how it really felt.

I made myself forgive you,
For all the things you did.
Still the tension grew,
From every strong hit.

I used to make excuses,
For every single bruise.
Now I know the abuses,
That I really went through.

So afraid to tell,
But more afraid to not.
Dreading the hell,
That would follow this plot.

I finally found some hope,
In my life of terror.
Because now I've learned to cope,
And everything is clearer.

I've found someone new,
Who's helping me get by.
I'm getting over you,
And no longer do I cry.









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[Man]

Poem




Fault by Lloyd Klumpp


Pitied man.
I held you once
In such a high regard
And waited on a fathers pride,
A single guiding word.

But drunken fits
And angry shouts
Filled places meant for warmth,
Slowly killing all respect
And turning love to loathe.

A child cannot understand
The power of the brew,
The undeserved striking hand,
The emptiness in you.

Passing time dulls the ache
And clears the eye to see.
The problems that you had back then
Belonged to you
Not me.









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[Man]

Poem




Faded Dream by Dry Petals


A joke
a game
a score for him
turned my life
changing me forever.
maybe I wouldn't have stayed pure
but his deceit
was a dose of the devil
that spread through me
and not easily cured.

His hot sweaty body
muscular and heavy
weighed mine down
and blurred
my already drunk vision.
Telling me "hold tight"
taming my whimpers and squirms,
I closed my eyes in pain.

He took my innocence away
and who's to say
he regrets this day.
He was rewarded
congratulated
for a piece of my life.
I may be bruised inside,
but growing strong
angels
life me above
his poverty in spirit.
Alone I now find
a jewel so clear inside
that never really was taken.









--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Hopelessness by Miradu



Hopelessness sounds like
a homeless person
sitting with a bucket,
begging.
It feels like emptiness,
nobody giving.
It smells like a dirty sewer.
it tastes like wood,
which I might gnaw on,
It looks like sadness
drawing closer.








--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Sacrifice By Fire By William Bough


Deutschland, Deutschland, über alles,
Words, cold, heartless, callous,
Kristallnacht, Aryanization,
Deeds, actions, beyond explanation.

Ausweis, Ausweis, alles einordnen,
Auschwitz, Dachau, Bergen-Belsen,
Jew, Slav, Gypsy, Gay,
Yesterday here, gone today.

ARBEIT MACHT FREI,
Words, false hope, vicious lie,
You, life, meaningless here,
Gestapo, Einsatzgruppen, Bundeswehr.

Ghetto, cattle truck, camp, shower,
Goering, Final Solution, abuse of power,
In line, naked, morning frost,
Sacrifice by fire; Holocaust.






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Poem




Never Forgotten by Kristin Evans



I was only eight when it began
Late at night, when I was alone.
You preyed on my innocence and my trust.
How did I know that it was wrong?

You did things so horrible to me,
My soul and body were bared.
What you did to that little girl
Left me feeling alone and scared.

You said it was to show your love
By taking my body for your use.
But now I know that what happened to me
Wasn't love; it was abuse.

All the dirty things you did to me
Won't wash away with rain.
Nothing on earth will rid my heart
Of this neverending pain.

I hope that you hurt as much as I do,
Or do you even remember what you did?
Nothing will make up for the pain you caused
When I was just a kid.

The physical scars you put on my body
Have since healed with time.
But my pain still shows on the outside
Whenever the child inside of me starts to cry.

That little eight year old girl
Had to grow up way too soon.
And all of the hurt and pain that you have caused
Will always be remembered, like a flower that forever blooms.







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Poem




But Only Three by Boop


My name is Misti-
I'm but only three.
My eyes are swollen shut,
I cannot see.

I will always remember,
the lessons I have learned,
Now I have bruises, and
from all the cigarette burns-
My name is Misti, and
I'm but only three.

Shhh....now...
I hear a car...
It's my dad-
drunk again-
coming home from Charlie's Bar.
My name is Misti, and
I'm but only three.

I hear the door-
my name is called,
I pray to God for the pain to stop,
As I squeeze myself,
up against the wall.
My name is Misti, and
I'm but only three.

Tonight God answered my prayer.
He made the pain go away.
My name is Misti, and
I'm But only Three-

Tonight my father murdered me!





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[Man]

Poem




The Pain of Helplessness by Malcolm Coleman


There is pain in my heart for another.
I cannot comfort her,
I cannot be with her,
I want to share her pain,
ease her suffering,
show her I care.

Why must it be so hard?
Why should it happen to start with?
The unanswerable questions
ring out to the stars,
and only silence replies
with it's smooth sound.

I scream with anguish,
and the pain of helplessness.
"There must be something I can do, mustn’t there?"
The whimpered query
hangs in the air,
"please?".

But only silence and time remain,
one a comforter,
the other, a healer.
So why am I not comforted,
or healed of my pain,
and only misery remains?






--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Residue by Lloyd Klumpp


Broken tooth
From fist once loved
Scars in unseen ways.

Trust betrayed
Inflicted harm
Lost in emotions maze

Respect denied
Flows both ways
Diminishing esteem.

Sadness seeps
To aching marrow
Laughs a far off dream

Soul deep anger
Smoulders darkly
Sustaining life long pain

Time groans on
Fades memory
Deep wounds, though,

Still remain.





--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Urban Contradiction by Jennifer Johnson


Nice warm summer days,
filled with laughter and childish ways.
Life as we know it is sweet,
with the play of children at our feet.
As the day goes and night nears,
we are forced again to put on our fears.
Streets where children once were found,
are now but an evening battleground.
Into houses stray bullets fly,
where families cry and watch loved ones die.
As day approaches and night ends,
the streets are filled again with one less friend.





--> Man

[Man]

Poem




From Friends To Lovers by Joe Vieira



Sometimes I feel sad and sometimes I feel blue
but whenever I see you, I'm as happy as can be
for you bring a smile upon my face
and a feeling of joy within my heart
you're like my sunshine in the morning
and my stars that glow at night
you're like the waves in the ocean
the cool breeze in the wind
like the call of the birds in the morning dew
like the sounds of beauty in the night
you see all of these things are of beauty and love
that's how I feel whenever you are near
for it was the passion and desire from both of us
that opened up the world for our eyes to see
for our love of each other will grow and grow
and our needs and desires will be more everyday
for a friend you once were and will always be
has turned into love as it should have been
so I want you to know as a friend and lover
that in my heart and arms you'll always stay
for our love for each other will never fade .






--> Man

[Man]

Poem




The Dummy by Michael Mack


In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.

He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.

And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.

With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.

Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.









--> Man

[Man]

Poem




Not In Her Storm by Sauni


I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain
And it is always I fight for the welcome change
When it rains it pours on this heart of mine
So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.

But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change
She can walk away from what hangs overhead
And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.

Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home
It's for me that she pushes away her own rain
So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.

She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart
God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart
And she never wanders when your world falls through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.

She has wings that I know not only I can see
Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me
It's the way that the eyes can surely view
How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.

Not in her storm is her work ever done
And even in her storm she hands me the sun
When her world is dark - I always have light
And now how I hold the new color of night.

She takes then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome place
I have been able to love her more every day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.

Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here inside of me
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much.






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Listen by Becky


Thank you for always being there,
To listen and understand me.
I appreciate all you did for me,
And all you still do.

Thank you for making me feel whole again,
For putting my pieces back together.
I appreciate you putting my life back together,
You saved my life.

You may not understand,
Why I do what I do.
But you never criticized,
You just helped my through.

I knew I could come to you when I was down,
'cause I knew you'd always be there
to pick me back up
and say everything will be ok.







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Lighting Your Way By justageorgiaguy



If I was one thing, I'd be a candle
Lighting the way so you can handle
Your life easier without woes
Not having to fight with your foes.
I'd help keep you from stumbling over
Things blocking your path to an open door.
If I light your path, life is easier,
Even strong winds, my light will not deter.
No matter what, I'm here for you
To cheer you up when you are blue.
Do not fret when times get tough,
If things look down or kind of rough.
Just remember, I'm always here,
In your heart, close and near.
I will help you out in every way,
Happiness and love in your heart will stay.
Don't blow me out, that's one request
Unless it's me you do detest.
I do not try to hurt anyone
That isn't good or any fun.
But one day you may leave me behind
You may no longer need my light to shine.
If that day comes, go on your way
And I will hope to see you again one day.
If one day, I don't appear,
Do not worry, do not fear
I may be gone, but in your heart
The light I gave you did not depart.
It will be there forever and a day
To always bring happiness and light your way.
Farewell for now, I'm needed elsewhere
If your path grows dark, in your heart, I'm there.
So I'm really not gone, just not seen,
I would not leave, I'm not that mean.
Only one simple request that I must say,
Please, never forget those who lit your way.








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A Valediction of Weeping -- John Donne


Let me pour forth


My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mintage they are something worth.
For thus they be
Pregnant of thee;
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;
When a tear falls, that thou fall'st which it bore;
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.





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You mean so much to me -- Jamie Delere


You mean so much to me-
and I just wanted
you to know
how very much I care...






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From Heart to Heart -- Author Unknown


Our love is like a lovely bridge
Between your heart and mine
A bridge we've built down through the years
Just to our own design.






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To My Dear and Loving Husband



If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can in no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love lets so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.


Anne Bradstreet 1612-72






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Words from a Native American Wedding Ceremony


May the sun bring you new energies by day,
May the moon softly restore you by night,
May the rain wash away any worries you may have,
And the breeze blow new strength into your being,
And then, all the days of your life,
May you walk gently through the world,
and know its beauty and yours.



Author Unknown





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Chinese Poem



I want to be your friend forever and ever
When the hills are all flat
And the rivers run dry
When the trees blossom in winter
And the snow falls in summer,
When heaven and earth mix
Not till then will part from you.



Author Unknown





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Apache Blessing


Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be the shelter for each other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be the warmth for the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before. Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your life together. And may your days be good and long upon the earth.




Author Unknown





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Recipe for a Happy Marriage


A Good Wedding Cake.
1lb butter of youth.
4lbs of love.
1lb of good looks,
1lb of sweet temper.
3lb of self forgetfulness.
1lb of pounded wit.
1lb of blindness of faults.
1lb of good humour.
1 tablespoon of sweet argument.
1 pint of rippling laughter.
1 wine glass of common sense.
1oz of modesty.





Author Unknown





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Extract from Song of the Open Road


Listen, I will be honest with you
I do not offer the old smooth prizes
But offer rough new prizes
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is called riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve.
However sweet the laid up stores,
However convenient the dwelling, you shall not remain there.
However sheltered the port, however calm the waters, you shall not anchor there.
However welcome the hospitality that welcomes you,
You are permitted to receive it but a little while Afoot and lighthearted, take to the open road
Healthy, free, the world before you the long brown path before you, leading wherever you choose.
Say only to one another:
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money; I give you myself before preaching and law:
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?



Walt Whitman 1819-1892








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Sonnet CXVI


Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



William Shakespeare 1564-1616







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A Dream



I dreamed that I loved a sweet maiden,
With hair of bright rippling gold;
And the story I told of my love to her
Is the same one that's ever been told.



Robert C. O. Benjamin









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My Lady Love


There are none so happy as my love and I,
None so joyous, blythe and free;
The reason is, that I love her,
And the reason is, she loves me.




Robert C. O. Benjamin









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Forgive Me



Forgive me, but I needs must press
One question, since I love you so;
And kiss me, darling, if it 's Yes,
And, darling, kiss me if it 's No!





Alice Cary









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Dove Poem


Two doves meeting in the sky
Two loves hand in hand eye to eye
Two parts of a loving whole
Two hearts and a single soul
Two stars shining big and bright
Two fires bringing warmth and light
Two songs played in perfect tune
Two flowers growing into bloom
Two Doves gliding in the air
Two loves free without a care
Two parts of a loving whole
Two hearts and a single soul



Author Unknown










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First Love


I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.




John Clare










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A Birthday


My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a purple sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.



Christina Rossetti










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To Be One With Each Other



What greater thing is there for two human souls
than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen
each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
to share with each other in all gladness,
to be one with each other in the
silent unspoken memories?






George Eliot 1819-80










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Never Marry But For Love


Never marry but for love;
but see that thou lovest what is lovely.
He that minds a body and not a soul
has not the better part of that relationship,
and will consequently lack
the noblest comfort of a married life.




William Penn










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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love


Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.





Christopher Marlowe










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My True Love Has My Heart


My true love hath my heart and I have his.
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.






Sir Philip Sidney










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Family

OH family
oh family
My family is here I don't careabout anything but I'm here any way why I ask you
Oh graet one those family I have why do I ask
Oh family is you there or is I'm draming of one Oh Mother why
did you have me I wish it was a place i can fly or go Oh why have you put me here my love don't move come near me my love is not here my leg's don't move my eye's can't see thing.my hand's write in write til they hurt my feet is gone







Sad Love










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Sweet Night Of Passion




Walk with me to sneak away like pair of thief run into sweet zeal of the night,

And while everyone else sleep so deeply into their dream,

See the night cloud raging over the sky

And along with pale blue light form moon have full this dark night with light,

Feel the Sweet night of The Passion drawing us so closer

To other glaze eyes,

I longing for you to touch me the way this sweet night of passion have to me so engagingly,

So deeply,

This is the night I will release my sexual desire to you,






By Tabitha A. Hill










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L'm Sorry.

It's so hard to find
the right words to say
when somebody you care is
hurting...

More so, when you know
that you could be one of
the causes of the other person's
pain and anguish...

There just aren't enough words
to describe the feelings
I want to share,
I didn't mean to frighten you
with my intensity but I guess,
I did, I know what has happened
is inexcusable and it would be
too much to expect that
you would forgive me.

What scares me the most
is the thought that
you might want to give up or me...

Please don't...
I'm really very sorry.







By Unknown










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A Lovers Complaint

Grab a snickers, yer gonna be a while. It is original shakespeare poetry, great man but long winded :) enjoy. If anyone wonders why im posting classics, its simple- i do not intend to bombard the site with easy obtained info but to open overlooked avenues to newer poets by posting the classics that have inspired and delighted me.






BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE











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A Lovers Complaint


From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,









BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE











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Teased


As you enter you say I cannot touch.
Naked with your hands and mouth all over me.
Wanting to touch you has never been this much.
I am in ectasy from what I feel and see.
Our passion consumes us making it hard to restrain.
My head is filling with fantasies for us to do.
I am overwhelmed and my resistance is pain.
Our lips now meet as I expose you too.
I worship your body and cannot get enough.
We come closer with a connection thats true.
I realize why you did this even though it was tough.
You made me want you more than I have ever wanted you.


Dedicated to Wilma









BY Unknown











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You Told Me You Loved Me


you told me one day that you love me
then one day were not even there
what happened to us i have no idea
we told each other that we loved one another
then you left and i was all alone
you left me with a kid to raise and no one to help me
but you told me yoyu loved me so now i will
end this with one lovely kiss










BY Unknown











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POET'S WIFE



My reciting seemed to delight her
Though for me it was love at first sight.
When she found out I was a poet,
She asked, "what kind do you write?"

"Love poems, mostly," I told her
While we walked alone in the park
Love's fever became even warmer
As two shadows embraced in the dark

I'll always remember when first we met
I whispered a poem in her ear.
Ever since then how happy I've been
And other women I've no need to be near.

They say that poets are divine
Though my wife would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction,
It’s she who tells me what to do.








BY Tom Zart











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Vandaag / Today

Today

English version

Marleen Jones & Rosealee Ross


So Much that I want to say,
On days like this.
But,words get lost,
and the meanings not clear.
Some days I see you there,
getting ready for your drive to the bank.

I love to see you dressing here
take out your panty hose
and put them on.
Then watch to see you next
struggle pulling up
your thight blue jeans,
over the scheer long panty cover legs.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm
I think to myself,
And I see,
you are wishing me there.
We are going together to town,
in your car.

Our business is not very to long.



BY Rosie











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We Are From Netherlands We Are Very Real

English Version

Rosealee Raven Fox Ross

Last when we talked
I fell into dream
Open arms
lips pressed on lips
and upon our skin
legs open wide
heat pounding hearts

ooooh mmmmmm
let the loving begin
we always see
deep withn the embers
from the fires roar
trembling toe curling tingles
from the fire below

little thunders boom
till big thunders soar thru
and quake our body within
to the beat
of the loving we have made

hug you close
call your name
I never let you go
were the same
only you now how good we feel




BY Rosie











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Sonnet 3
A sonnet is a dandy thing all dressed
In pomp and form and run-on lines and things -
Enough to make the weary take up wings,
Though this is but my third. I must confess,

Lifetimes ago I wrote with zing and zest
And sonnets then were little songs to sing
To
Against misfortune, kings and other pests.

True love, true hate, true lies - each alters lives
With sonnets quick and cleverly contrived.
Thus queen, or prince, or beast - for fortune's prize
Admit of tilting Muse's wanton thighs.

No finer roe has ever graced a sturgeon,
Nor caveat much mattered to a virgin.




BY Unknown











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While I was sleeping


While I was sleeping
Someone else took you away
And I woke up and had to face
A strange, but real and lonely day.

How can it be that I have loved you,
But you did not realise?
Now you belong to someone else
And live in paradise.

While I am banished,
Left with the tragedy
Of love, so pure and simple
But that can never come to be.

Life is a mess
And made me become a fool.
While I was sleeping, suddenly,
I lost you, mean and cruel.




BY Unknown











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Night


The night is so right
because there's no light.
The light is so bright
it feels that it
might want to fight...
It's that I'm alone
and it's better staying
in the dark...
That's why...
The night is so right...






BY Athena










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Try...


I lay outside
as I start to sigh,
I look at the sky,
while I start to cry...
As I remember the time I try...

As days goes by...
I lay outside
as I start to sigh,
I look at the sky...
But this time I won't cry...






BY Athena










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I don't know ................

I don’t know if You and I is right
I can’t say it would never end
I don’t care if it looks okay
I can’t measure the feelings we share
I don’t know the times we’d share
I can’t predict our future
I don’t know the places we’d see
I can’t project our opportunities
I don’t the count of our seed
I can’t how many sacrifices we’d make
I don’t know how we’d look when old
There are many unknowns
But, I would jump off a cliff
And hope I can fly
Cos I believe in what I feel for you






BY Unknown










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My Second Best


You know I had always love you
I’ve always told you that you’re the man of my dreams
Wishing I could find someone like you
Coz I cannot love you coz and can’t risk this friendship we had

Now that I found someone new
Yes he was never like you
But I loved him the way he is
Coz he makes me feel loved and treasured

Don’t feel neglected; don’t think you’re not important
It’s just that I’m trying to sort out the feelings I have inside
You see I need to lower down my expectation
Since you’ve become my pedestal of a man

At this point of my life I want him to be my first love




BY Denise










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