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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 3:20 pm
Okay there is some things that I would like to say, before I post my poems and such. First and most importaintlly is that I have never shared any of my poems, ever. I'm a little sensitive when it comes to my writing. This is because usauly I only write childrens books. Even that I haven't had a new book published in 8 years. ( Hense the sensitivity)
So, please don't be to harsh on my work.
I have over 20 poems and such. So, it will take me some time to put them up.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 3:45 pm
LOST AT SEA Being tossed back and forth by the waves in my heart. Trying to keep my head above the water.
Rain pouring down from the sky, as if even the angels where weeping for my soul.
Thunder crackling threw the night sky. Drowning out my voice. Tears fall from my face, as the pain is all consuming.I watch helplessly. Lighting striking the water all around me.
"What have I done to deserve this!" I cry out, with my very last breath. As I begin to sink beneath the water. Feeling my breath being pulled from my chest. Watching the light fade away. Knowing that I am sinking deeper into the cold darkness of my world.Sinking into the cold darkness. There is no way to stop. There is no hope of breaking threw to the surface, to take a life saving breath. That I need , so badly.
I have failed and because of me everyone one else suffers. Their tears stain my heart and soul.
My world goes dark. This is the end...........
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 3:58 pm
FIGHT TO BE FREE
I thought that I was free, when I walked alone.
I thought I was free, when I ran from you.
I thoughI was free, when my tears fell.
I thought I was free, But you wouldn't allow it.
Covered in chains. Looking threw my prison window.
I wait, wait for my chance.
My chance to run.
Holding my breath.
Holding my fear.
My spirt pulling me towards the window.
I can hear your foot steps getting closer now.
My heart begins to beat faster. Freedom is only a step away.
I turn back to look at you, as I jump.
Into the water I fall.
The currant pulls me away.
I can still hear the echo's of your screams.
They ring in my head.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 6:55 pm
"Fight to be Free" is pretty awesome.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 11:12 am
soup n salad "Fight to be Free" is pretty awesome. Thank you.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 5:48 pm
soup n salad "Fight to be Free" is pretty awesome. Agreed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 7:43 pm
Hitorishuzika soup n salad "Fight to be Free" is pretty awesome. Agreed. thank you
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:54 am
Time Tick, tick.... The sound swaying back and forth. The mind begins to wander. Tick,tick.... more distant become the sounds. Further and further away, your mind slips. Intell there is not a sound. Your heart begins to race. As you look around.Every thing frozen in time. Bbbles from a small child suspened in air. Your eyes follow the trail down. A little girl with curly blonde hair. Still holding the pink bubble wand to her shimmering pink lips. A look of joy covers the little girls face. Her pearceing blue gazing toward the bubbles. You call out to her, but nothing moves.
Turning quickly around... trying deasprately to take everything in. You spot it. The clock! THe old maple grandfather clock. Standing there in the corner. Cobwebs dangle from the hands. Time has stopped.
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