Tuesday, May 23, 2006

A Soul Saved , A Heart Broken
This Juliet was bleeding
her soul bright fire dim,
in a life of sorrow
it was sink or swim.
On the shore she saw him
a romeo, prince of night
against all odds she reached out
and turned from the glarish light.
He pulled her from the tide,
saved the dying maid
she afrid to love him,
and yet by her side he stayed.
A day spent long in bliss
a moment ment so much,and no more was this Juliet
starved from loves sweet touch.
Then darkness over came ,
in silence he left her there,
once again did she bleed
shackled by others powers,
longing to be freed.
Again ripped apart by time
and distance seals the fate,
now all this Juliet fells
is pain,dispair, and hate.
She cries whithout a tear to shed
she lives whithout a soul
she curses the that said he loved her
and everything he stole.
"I love you" she did long to hear
but theses words were never said,
and now this Juliet lay weeping
and wishing she were dead...

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*Apple* 11/3/05
Ther girl knows what she want
flower stems,increasing powers.
Watching what she seeks,
smiling at the dying flowers.
Standing in the widowsill,
gold and silver forever has he
lit by the sun like a secret angel,
hidden goddes no else can see.
But she knows exacly what he is,
knows that she wants what is before her,
wants what has been eternally forbidden,
longs for this Eve's undoing, the fruit of fire.
They said ,he's not for you he's no good,
he's all that evil aspires to be
he's one of them, he's not one of us
he's just what he seem, what you see.
But she see what they don't
she see who he is,
and who he chould be
and she's the only one knows of this.
She shouldn't need this,shouldn't want him
shouldn't do anything at all.
She's a smart girl ,she's a good girl
she's a sweet girl at their beckon and call,
and her telling them this never stops,
wispering with her eyes
but words hidden behinde secret tears,
hidden behinde to many goodbyes.
Pomegranate seeds beckon to her
in his eyes, a savior serpent in loves clothes.
The magic will free her
the magic will hold her
with all of her fear dispel,
if she can find the magic words
she'd be free of his spell.
But freedom isn't what she desires-
not free of him,
but if she chould fight aganst the they and them.
she'd be free.
Take the leap dear....
Take a bite.....





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*Please Listen*
When I ask you to listen to me
and you start to give me advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me and you begin telling me why
I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trappling on my feeling.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem
you have failed me.Strange as it may seem ,
LISTEN!all I ask I that yuou listen.Don't talk or do just hear me out.
Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get you both dear Abby or Billy graham
in the same news paper.
And I can do that for myself;I'm not helpless
mabey discouraged and flatering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fearand inadequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact,
that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational
then I can stop trying to convince you and get about this buisness
about whats behinde this irrational feeling.
And when It's clear,the answers are
obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make since when we under stand whats behind them.
Perhaps thats why a prayer workers, sometimes,
for some people- because God is mute
and he doesn't give advice or try to fix things,
he just listens and lets you work it out for youself.
So please listen,and just hear me out,
and if you want to talk,wait a minute
for you turn- and I will listen to you..
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Stolen Heart 4/18/05
I wish I never met you
and experinced your charm,
because if you never had something,
I could never do any harm.
I've never felt this way
about anyone before,It's like a virus with a broken heart as it's only cure.
Your smile is an emty promise
that fills my eyes with tears.
But that wasn't the worst part,
while I wasn't looking you managed to steal my heart..
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Joss Stone - Right To Be Wrong
Provided by VideoCodes4U.com

life...Oh how our lives hane been planned out,
until eighteen without a dout. school, college,clubs and games, lond-standing traditons, pre-given names.
idenity given and taken away, be your self at the end of the day.
parents,teachers,sisters brothers
all care for you like most others.
degrees,qualifications,aims and traditions,
trying to fulfil dream and ambitions.
constant reminder of glory to come,
we will touch others, only some.
remember your success its all up to you.
its all yours,what will you do?
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Dreams 4/17/05
a lost young petal
wandering souls
Isee the dream you seek
follow me please ,If you dare.
The dream is coming for
you and me.
I return by your side
with a heart in hand,
I'ts like a bright fire dancing
to slow music turning.
My heart as smooth as ivory,
has turned to lonley, sulfur.
I retire my heart to you now ,

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The Never Ending Story 4/17/05
My Life-
The never ending story ,
filled with emotion.
each second diffrent
from the last.
So anxious one day-
bored the next.
Deep rivalry,
Striving to be the best,
givig up,
giving in.
The swirling temptation
takes over.
Staying strong
beliving,
and doubting-
all that comes before my eyes.
The daily grind ,
filled with surprises
fails to bore,
or excite me.
I've become emune ,
to horrific sights.
and ways
of human life.
Questioning,
the way of the world.
going with the flow,
agreeing to argue.
This has become
my daily routine .
In my life-
the never-ending story

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running wild
Horses racing through the meadows,

the scent of freshly picked flowers breeze

through the along with the winds,

Its the middle of may leaves are changing,

the horses run wild through the meadows,

the scent of freshly flowres breeze through

the airwith the winds,as the sun goes down

and the moon comes up, horses stop to rest

in the meadows, till the sun comes up the next day














(you have 2 remember this was my first poem ever..)
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First Love 4/17/05
She was beginnig to
suffocate
in her slowly acquired solited
Unceartinty shatured her
serinty
and her soul beame discontent
after weighing the
cost love seemed the most rsky
however, the unusally confident and
self-contained girl fell...
(what a wonderfull fall it was)
a crash upon cold harsh glass
that carved her unmarked heart...
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Friday, February 17, 2006

BROKEN INTO PIECES
MY has been shattered
into tiny pieces
scattered across this ground
I never will begin to heal,
So broken and ashamed
this reality truly is a mess
choking on your broken promises
struggling through your goodbyes,
I will not shed one single tear
nor will I waste my hatered on you
unable to devot any emotions
for I simply cannot feel,
Mabey had things gone right
instead of terribly wrong
I whouldn't have to clean up this mess
caused strictly by you,
And so now I'll find my bandage
That I thought could be ripped off lond ago
patching up another heartache
looking for some way to heal...
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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

PLEASE HEAR WHAT IM NOT SAYING
Don't be fooled by me . Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, a thousand mask, Mask that I'm afraid to take off, And none of them are me. Pretending is an art that's a second nature to me , but don't be fooled . for god sakes don't be fooled. I may give you the impression that Im secure, That confidence is my name and coolness is my game. That the waters are calm and Im in command, And that I don't need anyone. but don't belive me, my surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, ever-varing and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion, fear and aloneness. But I hide this, I don't want anyone to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness or my fear being exposed. That's why I franticly create a mask to hide behinde, A nonchalant sophisticated fasade, to help me pretend, To shield me from the glance that knows, but such a glance is my salvation. my only hope ,and I know it . That is if it is followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, From myown self built prison walls, It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, That Im really worhth somthing. I don't like to hide it. I like to play supreficial phony games. I want to stop playing them. I want to be the genuine and spontaneous me, but you've got to help me you've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want. only you can wipe away from my eyes the bland stareof breathing dead. and only you can call me into aliveness...
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*KODAK*
Mommy and Daddy in a kodak world
The picture frame breaks
and I lay curled,
The glass stings me
I ball up my fist
wondering why Im ment to exist,
My eyes bleed tears
from kodak image dead
I trie to wash away the lies
but stains the carpet instead .
I don't hide it
I let other's see the dysfunctioned
The abstract of me.
Mommy holds my hand
Tries to make it all better
her other hand is linked
To her man her debtor.
There are mommy's and daddy's
In a perfect kodak land
My fist can't break the glass
but the glass can break my hand...

....give me a break I have not done any type of writing in a long time ....

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