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PRISTINE BEAUTY augustine oghanrandukun Rain clouds in blind night, Pristine beauty beams in black; Diamond dusts are dark
As the moonlight swiftly danced upon the sea I stood in a daze and filled up with fright Afraid that I might yet hold the key But the key only leads to another night As I trudge through the sand I quiver through the cold Wondering who is going to grab my hand But not any longer for I am to old I wonder about this key But what door might it unlock Might it unlock me?
All it does is seem to mock
As the echo of silence crossed the sea
I finally knew … it was the key
Pale yellow curtains
Stained by the dim light
On Halloween Dreamgirl A dark, starry night on Halloween, the witches go on their flights! Bright yellow eyes of an owl shinning, just as you hear a noise from the haunted house whinnying! Children dressed into their costumes, masks filled with fake blood and fumes! Ghosts, goblins, skeletons, and witches, House-to-House the children switches! On Halloween!
-0- The Right Decision Spencer Payne Early morning we wait for sunrise Brothers in arms gather to rise It was running into a locked door Charles and I talk about before the war We walked as in quicksand To see a tough army band The footsteps of Nazis stomp away As we prepare to shoot to stay Many beside me are on last breath And very close to their death In this deserted Battlefield I wish of a Metallic Shield Looking back seeing Charles injured Not believing this has occurred To decide whether to continue to fight Or help a friend with all my might Dragging him to a safe place His life is now a fragile case Deciding to help Charles live Because I want not to relive I saved his life just in time As we hear a claiming chime I was cheerful of my decision Both task were done with precision Being praising for that reason Helping others is always in season
School Garden terri navarro see your school as a garden full of beautiful roses ~students are the roses~ at least once a rose will be picked by god ~one of your classmates~ ~a best friend~ ~someone you love~ will die in meaning when a classmate dies he or she is the special rose picked by god
"28 Hrs. Of Motivation"
The paths that I have chosen and the life full of decisions that I continue to lead in the end of my journey I will hold no regrets except life 4 what it was and continue to proceed-
Bristle and Bray Marla DiGiacomo
with each new person I embrace I do so without guile or face trusting in the loving grace I hope the best will come my way but time and time again I see it is others who bristle and bray their way to me only to in the end hold back the person I can see and so portends the end For me
Life on Stage
You've probably felt unwanted once or twice But have you ever expressed it through blood and cries have you ever felt like you dont belong?
and all you can relate to is a stupid song Have you ever imagined your funeral and how you'll die have you ever smiled upon a person's cry Have you ever hoped that everyone would just die Have you ever faked a laugh or a smile Have you ever wanted to leave this world...just for a while Have you ever wanted to disappear Have you ever felt like you lost the sense of shame or fear Have you ever wondered what was the point of life Have you ever wanted to end it with a little knife Something inside of you tell you it alright You can get through life... its worth a little fight That voice is going away Its not there anymore...it has nothing to say I guess that when I realized there no point of living Im getting nothing back... all your doing is giving Ill Fake the smiles and hope to die Someday she'll regert how much she made me cry
I AM: a holocaust survivor
I say:nothing i am speechless
I see: ss officers dogs and people (Jews) roasting in a fire and gas chambers I Here: gun shots dogs ss officer screaming I touch: my heart as it is pounding harder and harder each further step i take.
I am: a holocaust survivor
I Am: a holocaust survivor
I Cry: in pain of death and starving to death I Worry: about my family and me my friends and other fellow jews I Pretend: this is a bad dream and when i wake up us Jews will be fine I Am: a holocaust survivor I Want: this tragedy to be over I Will: never forget the holocaust I Try: to forget but can't when i close my eyes all i see is a fire of burning people.
I Hope: ss officers die and suffer the way we did.
I Dream: of freedom and those who were killed, women, children, and adults were all fine and this didn't happen.
I Am: a holocaust survivor
The feeling builds among your guts
An unchangeable decision that lurks in the past It is deep within the secretiveness of your once peaceful mind The possibilities to relive the situation are endless It was one mere mortality of your life that will be filled with a feeling of pain One may ponder to say, if only…
GOD'S TIME Rev. Joy M. Richards
"Delight in the day Hold fast to dreams And the morrow will be filled with rainbows.
When sadness approaches Think of God's gifts given And the sadness will become fruit for your continued journey.
God's time is precious time Given freely to all for a season And may God's time be known by us so that our choices are good."
Run and shout, but anybody will help you out, The end of the world is coming, Destroying everything, as it path leads, Run and shout, but anybody will help you out.
Black clouds and red blooded dawns appear, Showing the victims of these slaughters, People killing of desperation, people dyeing by gods will, Everything shall disappear at once, And leave nothing at last.
Rumbling, mumbling, stumbling, steps are heard at the horizon, The riders of the apocalypses are approaching, destroying everything at free will, They can’t be stop, as their ever lasting will does not exist, Frightened all the people are, as everything reduces onto one word at last, Imagination.
Run and shout, but anybody will help you out, Everything becomes dark, and no thought can be found, A permanent wave of shock sears the land, Leaving nothing but a feeling, “despair”, Run and shout, but anybody will help you out,
A voice murmurs softly on the sky,
“Beware all my sons, the apocalypses has already begun”
Learning To Be Ruth Lindvall
The only One who conquered the grave All of mankind He did come to Save On this glorious Easter morn Remember the Savior who was born Let His Light radiate into your life One day there shall be no more strife
Among fields of lilies He stands Reaching out offering you His hand Taking it your soul begins to soar Never have you felt such Love before Looking into your eyes He tells you with a smile Heaven is coming just be patient a while
Then you open your eyes and you know To everyone on the earth Jesus is asking that you show His enduring love and the gift of second birth Taking up your cross you begin to know its worth Become a mat lifter for those in need Learn to be a person who plants good seed
A night among the rushes. By Michael Ramirez What little worth I have to give
My words fall away from me now,
Vernal thuggery avows its revenge
In my end repose
I find myself at rope's end with three
Left in the chamber, and three spent
On emptied bottles of Southern Comfort
Sitting in shards 'round back
My face is marked, a symbol to greet
Those who would be foolish enough
To try and feed this animal
Skulking sullenly in his cage
What have I now; nothing but
These trinkets and baubles wading
At my feet, weighing themselves
To my broken form
In my next life I hope to be
A fighter, a warrior, a man
Without fear, standing tall
Unmoved through time
Apollo sits in his throne in Amyklae
Awaiting a brother, a son, into his company
But time refuses to walk backwards
And I'm tired from the trial
I lace up these gloves once more,
The reasons are now gone and a mystery
They leave in their path only regret
Requiem aside, I reach the ring again
When Idealism Meets Practicality.
One fine day on the streets of life,
Idealism met practility,
There was something called as`Instantenious Friendship` between them, No doubt for both were equally impressive, had their own charm.
Walking a long way together and enjoying the midst of togetherness, Such a day came when practicality got a slice of apple then the usual Mango, Setting its own rules,and changing with time ,whether it comes to material or relationships,being the identity of practicality.
Contrastingly,amused by the change ,Idealism known for its values and consistency in relationships,was left behind with nothing other than its `Self made Principles`.
It was not that,Idealism couldnt be practical, But who among the two stood the test of time?
So as the sky cannot meet the earth, Idealism should not meet practicality.
dark cave of memories
dreary sky's and lonely winters. Dark caves empty and wet, your left all alone with things you have to regret. seeing a bit of light but not much its like your in a dark place with a flash light. you can only see shadows and hear sounds of people just like you. i ask in earnest to let me out of my sorrow and let the sun shine once again. I follow the bright light in the cave to get out, but i realize the light has disappeared and i am left there once again all alone with various things to regret.
To put so simply the worries of the world Even though it is the world that worries many Please don't be so oblivious Look past this face that has been so carefully destroyed And the life that you have picked
The day has come again, just like every other day that has come before now But hopefully today you'll see what you missed before "It's the same old thing! Why haven't I searched for more?"
I'm no longer bound to this thing that I've ignored It's my time to decide which direction the sun will rise
The images that grace my mind and my memories Find this secret we have kept buried beneath these trees Let it burn and be seen through these clouds and your dreams The worries that we share will not keep this world from me
I am searching through the fog for the deception of mind. The screaming subsides and I am left with the presence of absent sound. A distant light guides my feet, allowing my body to rest. My heart beats, intertwining with the tick of each second. The summer heat is forgotten with beads of spring rain. Cool air thickens the fog, fighting against the beam that guides me. My eyes awaken and to the horizon I gaze, as my feet begin to lift from the ground. Gliding with the wind, I watch the light grow nearer. I arrive on top of a lighthouse; my journey finally ends. Desperately I gasp for air, yet my lungs deprive me of it. The blanket of ocean covers me and I begin to feel the stabbing of knives. A familiar darkness appears, awakening me from my daydream.
how could you do what you did to me why you did it I couldn't see I thought it was fine cuz you acted like it was great till that damn day came I guess it was fate You said you couldn't be with me and you told my why but the things I hear from other people makes me think its lie now your off with her and I here alone and about to cry your out having your fun while i just want to die You broke my heart and i did love you but either way it doesn't matter what you do what you did to me was such a f#ckin pain but I'll get over it but I'm not sure if I'll still be sane
Why? Jessica Dang
Why are there so many discrimination in our society?
Is it because people are afraid of what they don’t know? They don’t even want to truly get to know the person
Is it because people just want to make themselves feel better? Rather than taking their own personal inventory Because that take time, emotion, and hard work They would rather just tear someone else down
Is it because they think they’re more important? That it’s easier for them To point out what they think is wrong with someone Ignorance and selfish isn’t it?
Our society would be much better If people would just mind their own business And fix their problems first Before they fix the flaws that they see in others.
life is getting bitter than the candy i tasted after i opened the wrappers
style while i wait agh ack ack bluagh thats nasty thank god for poetry how poets
please the dome or home with truth they dont condoan bullcrap on the mic in stl
or nyc even in atlanta you rap crap with your funny speaking question mr luda
and yo boy chingy can you speak clearly in to the mic nelly no shake or what you
want to show after the contract question they really paid you for that they
really paid you for that really i laugh in the face of adversity pity how artist
get paid poets are not afraid what you gonna do write something about me ha ha
ha ha ha ha i go to the open mic stage to prepare my rage about the society we
live in and you want to waist 3 to 5 grand for 5 minutes time to talk about me
please dont do that in front of the kids they dont and allready hear whats clear
how you dont care about the life outside your own man aint you grown now wow
your beats is hitting but the lyrics sound the same shamethe rap game aint like
it use to be thats why the industry will be trying new property robotics and
cartooning what human will be left standing hay look look up in the sky on the
stage its a bird its insane it's a poet with a number 1 cd book and dvd he is
real and so is she i cant forget her or she will write about me poem men who
dont pay female poets any attention and rappers who only want the body by the
the movie poetically
Inspiration Tiffany Payment
Snow that's falling, A leaf on the ground, A silly smile, It's all around. A messy face, A pretty pose, Black and white, Our superheroes. Camera features, Old and young, Every season, A daughter and son. A passion, No hesitation, No limits to, Your inspiration.
You can get hurt. You may break your board. Skating for come with a price you skate all day just looking for the spot
they take your spot, dude forget the cops. You know there's better. You'll find it one day. All your friends want you to come out to play. your don't want to lets just hit the hay.
I HAVE TO BRING YOU BAD NEWS WHICH I KNOW YOU'LL HATE TO HEAR, BUT YOUR SON HAS BEEN ARRESTED FOR DRINKING AMERICAN BEER, HE WAS CAUGHT DOWN BY THE RIVER BY A MAN ALL DRESSED IN BLUE, I THINK THEY CALL HIM DANNY HE IS KNOWN BY QUITE A FEW, I KNOW YOU'LL LIKELY HOLLER AND MAYBE CRY A BIT, BUT THINK OF POOR JOHNNY IN THAT JAIL HE'LL HAVE TO SIT, WHY NOT GO AND SEE HIM SOME TOBACCO YOU MAY TAKE, I KNOW HE'LL LIKE TO SEE YOU THE MONTANY IT WILL BREAK, HE HAS TO APPEAR NEXT THURSDAY IN A COURTROOM WAY UP STAIRS, JUDGE BRICE WILL BE AWAITING WHEN THE TRUTH HE'LL HAVE TO BARE, GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY THE JUDGE WAS VERY ABRUPT, I'M NOT GUILTY YOUR HONOR IT WAS ONLY 7UP, I KNOW YOUR GUILTY SON THE TRUTH IS PLAIN TO SEE, SO I'M GIVING YOU SIXTY DAYS IN ST.ANDREWS BY THE SEA.
we live in a city were deres folks -n- people dat derez more than fity entire city but you make the choice 2 live or die but never keep your mouth dry just keep gangbanging a life or just do or die...
THE FLAMINGO Elizabeth Camp
Oh flamingo, oh flamingo Thou art the dinner of the dingo. So very lean and very tall, Thy colors are the pinkest of them all.
Standing in the water, Eating shrimp n’ their daughters… Thy orange and yellow eyes Are little, almost pint-size.
When you are low in Carotene, Thy feathers become white n’ clean. Thy bill is curved and long, It gives the worst song.
Thy feathers are offbeat, Thee are the dingo’s next treat. Did He smile his work to see? Did He who made the kangaroo make thee?
Oh flamingo, oh flamingo Thou art the dinner of the dingo, So very lean and awfully tall, Thy colors are the pinkest of them all.
Transpiration & expiration Bright sun Darkened face Swooning leaves replaced
I thought I was, something more, but now I know, the dream did not soar. I was confident in a thought, I thought was true, but now I'm not, as much as you. I pretend and lie, laugh and joke, but still inside, the pain in my cloak. so now I know, the truth betold, so I must accept, my thoughts sold, I'm different.
By Jenny Tran
A peaceful night along the quiet river stream The wind sang a silent song along the cool crisp air The smell of young spring flew about, without a single care Lovely and beautiful or so it seems
Birds lie asleep in their soft warm nest A new day of spring will soon come forth The morning songs of many hued birds came from up north Slowly the giant star rolled up from the east to shine its best
The ice cold river gleamed bright as glass A rich vivid orange filled the cloudless sky The trees swayed back and forth with great grins
Thousands of diamonded dew dressed the lushes green grass As the sound of the humming water along the bank rushes by The dawn of a spring morning begins
So tell me Tell me how you feel about me Whether it is good or bad Even if you want to hit me Or even if you want to be with me I will fight back I might want to be with you also You don't know So tell me
What Should I Do
What should I do Should I keep trying Or should I fail I don't know what to do Come on give me your opinion I can't believe you told me it is my life So I sat down and thought And I still say what should I do
Body armor this my cage, facing wrath fury rage.
Hearing songs of birds and water, unaware sheep to the slaughter.
Iron sights in which I pass, one deep breath then trigger grasp.
A single shot a lonesome round, targets up then targets down.
If not for you i would be a gonner, today i wore my body armor.
I Stand Alone
I see these countless shadows lined up against the wall I stand alone in silence trying to recall Just what took place in front of me As it will not let me be I have no visibility of what is in front of me And I have no guarantee
I feel the dampness of the cool wet air
And I feel like I need to prepare
Just for what is in front of me
Is to a tolerable degree
For an army it is possible but for a single man He needs one master plan In my mind I see the battle I face But I must fight it in my own pace This maybe the final fight But I will sure not have a peaceful night
This is it its now or never
What I do will last forever
Here it is its here and now
This is one battle I will not disavow
And so I SAY now
I stand alone
Pi is a long sum
Small quantity in value
Pie once ate is none.
Faith has melted away like the last year's snow Bared the roughness and rust of my heart's broken edges Stopped my time yet again and you can’t change its flow I could not hear the night through your vows and your pledges
I am washing my soul and my heart clean off you I am soothing my wounds with uncanning forgiveness For the castles of sand that it's driven us through For the shattered glass walls of your truths and your treasons
Watch the beads of our lies as they bounce off the floor See them scatter away like the lives we have chosen Love's tiptoeing away down the hall through the door Slide your dreams right across broken heart that is frozen
Have we ever fought hard for the right not to shred Lengths of silk that held tight our souls scarred with sorrow?
I will walk down the path that your angels won't tread Take a bow as for us there will be no tomorrow
You were standing by the ocean, the sun in your hair.
You were so happy, smiling all day,
but know your lying wet on the floor,
not with the oceans water but your blood.
Your smile has fated just like the sun and the waves.
Their no longer there darkness has replaced them all; the sun, the waves, and your smile.
I, your spirit, sit here alone watching as your husband drags you to the hole he’s buried in the beach and in his heart so he can forget you and move on with his life, but one thing he didn’t know was that you carried his unborn child.
UNDECIDED BY TIME AND HANDS. Terry Collett.
Undecided by time and hands, The joke is on you, she said, Making her last demands,
Leaving the dead Tomorrows For the dumb wits
And their sorrows, In tragic bits In photographs
Of perils at sea, Or yesteryear’s laughs Of you and me.
The joke was on us, I said, with sad despair. To die is a plus,
She said, with a flick of her hair, And added with frightful sneer, All things that live, die, my dear.
A contagious yellow tree on a mountain means change figuratively and literally goodbye all of you that I have known each grade and step now we are alone striving for ourselves or them depending
All the Times She Died By Casey Elizabeth Hall
She thought the days would end her life, She thought that it would be her last breath. She thought he would have gotten sick of her by then She thought he didn't do it to other girls. She thought he loved her so much he would cause her physical-- and emotional-- Pain.
She knew him as a senior, but that was all. Later she knew him in a way she'd rather not. She was lost in the sea of his hate. She could not move under his muscular weight. She didn't tell, She didn't know how Until the day he got carried away And like Kenny she died for real, for the last, and ultimate time.....
THE PURPOSES OF YOUR HEART Bryon D. Howell
I'd like to talk about your loving heart, and all the precious things which it has done. It's loved me even when we're far apart- and when it rains, it brings to me the sun. It holds me fast through every lonely night and rocks me gently lulling me to sleep. When all goes wrong it makes things seem all right - it dries my tears when I just sit and weep. Your heart has helped me overcome the pain of living in an old and useless state. When I fall down, it helps me stand again - and saves my life before it's way too late. I'd like to talk about your heart, it's true - in short, there's nothing which it cannot do
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