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mo, 30 december 2011

I'm Sorry

I’m sorry for every tear ever shed,
I’m sorry for every second of sleep lost,
I’m sorry for every thought of you in my head,
I’m sorry for every cent I've cost,
I’m sorry for hurting you, the blame is all on me,
I’m sorry for not being enough for you,
Not enough to make you happy...
I’m sorry

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mo, 30 december 2011

If I Told You

If I told you how I felt,
would you run away
would you laugh with your friends
would you act this way

Would you wonder if I had
gotten the wrong guy
If that’s what you would’ve thought,
would you turn your head to cry

If I told you how I felt,
would the world end
would you tell me quietly
that you’d rather just be friends

Or maybe ... just maybe
you’d give me a small smile
and say “I love you too”
and promise you’d be mine

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mo, 15 january 2012

The Water of Health- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

If the crystal liquid
of mystery was real,
how many people
would we be able to heal?

Cancer wouldn’t be a problem,
and not many would die.
This magical potion,
would stop any cry.

But, then this would bring problems.
We all can’t live forever.
There wouldn’t be enough space.
The water of health isn’t a treasure.

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mo, 15 january 2012

These Chains

So close, yet so far apart
Lay our needy, wanting hearts.
Trapped with chains, and locks of steel,
Escape seems too far from real

But, I swear to you one day.
I'll definitely find a way.
To escape our captors,
One of our most challenging factors,

And these chains will break
Will rust and break

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mo, 6 january 2012

Not Always True

The early bird gets the worm
isn’t always true
What if the worm, who could barely squirm
was hiding under a shoe?

What then? the bird
who couldn't have known
about that worm underneath the shoe
wouldn’t have, couldn’t have
gotten the worm
and simply would’ve flew

It would be too late for that bird
And thanks to the worm under the shoe
He would realize
that the early bird gets the worm
isn’t always true

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mo, 19 january 2012

Yet To Be Broken

A promise will been broken,
Between her and him.
She dies slowly inside;
Her vision growing dim.

He wonders if one day,
She'll finally see,
That the promise she'll break,
Will break all that could be.

'Don't worry' she whispered,
into his ear,
'my promise won't be broken,
although my time is near.'

'But how? ' cried He.
'You'll be leaving me soon,
and that would be worse
than my life's own doom! '

'I promised to stay
by your side forever
this small little mishap
won't bring this promise to never'

'In the dark,
in the light,
I'll be there,
out of sight'

“So stop crying, don't fret,
my lover, my friend,
for one day we'll be,
together again'

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mo, 23 january 2012

The Spirit of the Forest

Floating through the foggy forest, I can hear the
soft falsetto voice whispering a simple children's’ tune.
Simple, the tune is, but not the words the voice sang.
It seemed as though it were a different language--an
ancient language. I look in all directions, searching
for this voice; this sweet, gentle voice that seemed to
yank my heart into a constrained knot of security,
but all I could see were evergreen trees, the dark
mysterious fog, and the moon-- the brightest, and
biggest I have ever seen. And suddenly, I see her.
This little girl has come out of the shadows, almost
as though she were mist, herself. Her hair were as
black as night; her skin; a pale ivory. Her lips made
little movement, but her voice had turned strong and
clear. And in her arms, the little girl held a doll.
And to my surprise, the doll looked like me.
The little girl, who looked innocent in her white
nightgown, seemed to gain an aura of evil, hey eyes--
a deep, blood red. Her singing became more
fast paced, more complicated. The amazing
combinations of the notes of her voice, turned
into a sudden chant. I suddenly knew,
I shouldn't be there. Fearing destruction, I
try to race back to where I had come
from before. I wanted to run back into
Mom’s arms and feel the tightness,
and warmth of her protection surround my body.
I wanted to breathe in the drifting scent
of my mother’s home-baked bread, to taste
as the butter seemed to melt on my tongue.
But I had not taken a single step, for the
girl stopped chanting to smile as I was sucked
into the empty hollowness of her little doll.

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mo, 9 may 2012

A Price to Pay

My heart skips a beat when you're talking to me.
I can barely say a word, but when I do,
It sounds absurd.

My lower lip would shake sometimes
and I’d write corny poems with corny rhymes.
Smiling like an idiot, you'll find I’d mostly do,
Especially, and only because,
I’m thinking of you.

But, hey,
Love gets me this way
and acting stupid,
is a worthy price to pay

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mo, 30 december 2011

I Need to Write a Poem

I need to write a poem
But what could I say?
Should I write about school or love?
Or how the sunset looks in May?

Or how about the shining knight
In a princess’ fairytale
A story about how he killed the beast
About how he could never fail?

Or maybe about my biggest dream
To sing upon a stage
In front of a cheering audience
Chanting out my name?

Or perhaps I should write about
My need to write a poem
I need it for Journalism soon
At least it’s not a column.

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mo, 29 december 2011

Guitar in The Dark

Strumming and picking
My voice, soft as a whisper
The world disappears

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Other poems: Half Full, A Price to Pay, I don't Know, The Spirit of the Forest, That Little Blossom, You Don't Know, Yet To Be Broken, Writer's Block, Why?, What If, Utterly Strangers, Unlock Me, Through the Crack- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, These Chains, The Water of Health- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The Poem You Hate, The Nightmare-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The First, Suffocating, Stuck In A Daydream, Reality and Dreams, One Day, Not Always True, Ninja, Never Reject a Pauper, My Name, Mistakes, Missing Waves, Missing Angel, Misconception, Milk White, Blood-Red, Labels, Inversions, I'm Sorry, If I Told You, I Need to Write a Poem, Guitar in The Dark, Friday The 13th, Don't Wear Makeup At My Funeral, Deep Black Eyes, Climbing Fear-a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, Cherry Blossom, A World Without You, A Tale Of Two Friends, A 'Normal' Grandmother-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende,

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I'm Sorry

If I Told You

The Water of Health- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

These Chains

Not Always True

Yet To Be Broken

The Spirit of the Forest

A Price to Pay

I Need to Write a Poem

Guitar in The Dark

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