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Like the light bouncing off a dragonfly's back, the images come to me. Images of you and me and me with you. When we weren't caught up with where we were going to. Bittersweet memories of us laughing, cleaning up our own mess. Of how radiant you looked in your prom dress. Tears will sting my eyes and run down my face. As I am reminded of those pearls and that lace. I don't want to be caught in the fallout of all the past that's left between us. Because life is all about moving on without much fuss. But still, the images come to me as if your friendship now I lack. The feeling is fleeting though, like the light bouncing off a dragonfly's back. (c) Copyright: Priscilla Asencio May 7, 2002 Please don't use this poem on any other site without my permission. |
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| What is the name of your angel? The one beside you there. Oh, yes, you have a guardian angel. One who will always care. You may not think it's true, Because of what you've done to some, Or what they have done to you. You also say that you're not that special, Or you've been through too much. To believe you've have a guardian, Is going to be tough. But the angel has always been there, Helping you get by. And believe me when I say to you, One day you'll learn to fly. Because when it's your time, To go meet with Him. He will show you what to do, When times get grim. So now you know how, We get through the hurt and pain. Can you please tell me, What is your angel's name? (C)Kate Rishel, September 2000 |
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| I'm drowning, drowning because I can't get away from the pain All I see is blackness now and all I feel is rain The words, I didn't see them coming until they hit me in the face. All my dreams of satin and lace vanished without a trace. What happened to the dark angel I'd chosen to save me from me? He left me in the middle of the night, only I didn't see him flee. Hush now Don't you say a word Too late to cry Haven't you heard? Head's spinning cuz I don't know what to think. Was the idea of you and me just a flink? Did I leave myself open for the sorrow I now feel in my heart? Of course I did, What was I thinking? That our hearts could actually do some linking? Hush now Don't you say a word Too late to cry Haven't you heard? He was never really yours to begin with.... I deserve what's been done to me. Cuz I'm cursed, cursed to never feel real love even when it's undeserved. It was a bet he says, nothing more, That's why my heart's on the floor Well have a good prom night my sweet devil. May your dreams be plagued by me in peril. Because for all those times you've stood by me, I've been there for you times three. Hush now, don't say a word, Dry your tears, leave your remaining sobs unheard. For all my faults this must ring true, I still have friends that love me too.... (c) Copyright: Priscilla Asencio, April 18, 2002 |
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| Misery By: Shannon M. I sit here with tears in my eyes, I wonder why I always have to cry. I've come so far and stayed so true, I don't want to be me, I want to be you. My life's so tough and I've worked so hard, I know I deserve better than this, but what can I do? I want to be problem free, I just want to smile, Not for a lifetime, just a little while. Happiness is all I want in life, nothing more than that, It seems so distant; I don't think I'd ever be able to achieve that. I find myself making myself sick over petty things, I shouldn't let it bother me, but I can only take so much. The simple things everyone wants in life, I can never obtain, I've been on my own most of my life, why am I now so helpless? I seem to be a pretty average girl, when inside my soul is screaming, Screaming because it's tired of suppressing what it needs and wants. I just want to be happy...I just want to be normal, But why does it hurt so bad to want something that seems so easy to obtain? (c) Copyright, Shannon M. "Misery" October, 2002 |
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| Perfection By: Shannon M. You were always the perfect man in my eyes, I heard your voice and I got tingles up my spine. You've come so far and have stayed so true, You had a problem which wasn't helping you. You did the right thing and got the help you needed, It’s good that you didn’t hide it and many people supported you. As I watched your friend's faces filled with pain on my television screen, My heart began to ache and my eyes filled with tears. It took the tears and heartache to realize I had been hurting myself, I was mad at the world and I was mad at myself, Mad because I let myself shrivel into this worthless nothing. I brought this problem upon myself no one could help me, I never wanted to admit I was hurting and I swore I didn’t have a problem. I thought it was my friend, I thought it could help me face my fears, Little did I know it made me become a person who was always filled with tears. Days later I realized we did the right thing and I honored YOU for it. Not only because you got the help you needed and deserved, But you gave me the strength to leave my evil "friend" behind. Now we both no longer need it and we’re on the same boat, It's been over a year since we've had a drink, and it feels wonderful, doesn’t it? Now the only thing I want is to tell you how I truly feel about you, You’re the man of my dreams and it hurts because I can't let this dream come true. (c) Copyright Shannon M. "Perfection" September, 2002 |
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| The leaves are changing colors, They're falling to the ground, Knowing they're falling, To their mission, They are still bound. The sweet smell of fall, The dying scent in the air, The leaves and flowers withering, Leaving the tree, Leafless and bare. Now it's just dark and spooky, The trees that stood, Magnificent and tall, The kind artists love painting, Did not seem beautiful at all. Nothing the dress it up, Nothing to keep it warm, It looked awfully good, To paper mills, The type where you fill out forms. The tree has lost its children, Now it's going to die, It says goodbye to its friends, And next fall, for him, they cry. (c)Jessica Acker, September 2000 |
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| Wicked Desire He sits in the back Face masked by obsidian curls Blue is the color of his eyes Mysterious and mystical as the skies Luscious lips take the shape of arrow and bow I can't take my eyes off that back row Where he sits and writes in the small book Never looking up for even one look Now the light for opportunity is dim How I long to touch and feel him Run my hands through those curls I admire And finally quench my wicked desire. (c) Copyright Priscilla Asencio, "Wicked Desire", September 2002. |
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| NO MORE By Sokhary I knew you from the past I saw you in the present We’ve never spoke Not even one word You have fun While I worked hard You saw the good And I saw the bad Life was different For each of us I was never the girl next door I was never seen that way I’ll always be one of the guys I’ll never be more than that Things can change Or so they say One day you’ll see Me for me And I won’t have to hide No more No more fear No more pain Now you’ll see Who I truly am The person I’ve become The person I’ve always been No way of changing Who I am What I am I’ll always be…me © Copyright Sokhary S. “No More” poem 12/8/05. |
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| Angel Eyes By Sokhary Watching from up above Protecting and guiding Through the whirlwind of life; A constant cycle... An essence of purity. © Copyright Sokhary S. “Angel Eyes” poem 12/8/05. |
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| Untitled By Sokhary So, short and unclear The future will be upheld No matter the reason What once was; is no more Sail smoothly...no rough seas Do not run but soar Life is waiting...patiently. © Copyright Sokhary S. “Untitled” poem 12/8/05. |