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Melanie Gardiner, 27 january 2013
On They Fought
Upon the chains that held them down,
A fire was stoked, fueled by agony and injustice,
The fire to rid of the hatred in which they drown.
And the freedom came with such a promise,
That couldn’t be endured by the southern caucasians.
So Hayes ended the era of Reconstruction,
And the blacks still faced an unfair obstruction.
The men cloaked in white with their torches,
And ashen crosses laid in the grass,
No matter what class.
On they fought,
For the rights they were told of.
For the nonviolent, ML King preached,
Ever so closely the rights were reached.
They were attacked for being rebellious peacefully,
But on they fought.
Mrs.Parks did a deed that was ever so inspiring,
so the protests against bus transportation transpired,
Discrimination ended on the buses for good,
The act ever so cleverly planned by NAACP.
On they fought, just like Thurgood,
Did for young Brown.
The schools were ordered to be brought together,
Although they knew of the blazing weather.
For the Nine that were in Little Rock,
It was so much more than a transfer.
But it was a distasteful stock,
yet on they fought.
Young men that were as gracious as any other man,
Were punished for being at a counter.
Killed by the Klan when they were set free.
For Malcolm changes,
And Medgar’s death,
They stood like a titanium post in an ever growing tornado.
They were waterboarded and beaten,
But they continued their march.
Their spirits couldn’t be broken,
Their voices so outspoken.
For the generosity of Jonathan Daniels,
Who gave his life for the protection of the children he watched,
On they fought!
The Freedom Rides were brave and in peace,
But the explosions of fire were what awaited.
Little Ruby and her northern teacher,
Were still learning through the terror,
Through all the errors,
On they fought.
And the three men arrested for fighting in the movement,
Never saw the day after they were released.
Wallace held his post for segregation,
But he couldn’t stop the integration.
LBJ finally ended the fight by setting forth his acts of justice.
Those three laws changed everything,
They could now rest their bloodied wings.
From the sirens that lasted decades,
It took such effort to get the deserved rights.
From the red lines to the bombing that killed four little girls,
Their calls of desperation were answered,
On the eve of a new generation.
Melanie Gardiner, 18 december 2012
Dalek
Scared is human,
Dignity is human,
Pride is human,
Bravery is human,
Intelligence is human,
Stupidity is human,
Courage is human,
Cowardice is human,
Gallantry is human,
Protection is human,
Mercy is human,
Worry is human,
Love is human,
Embarrassment is human,
Helpfulness is human,
Helplessness is human,
Sorrow is human,
Depression is human,
Sadness is human,
Jealousy is human,
Happiness is human,
Freedom is human,
Longing is human,
Anger is human,
Kindness is human,
Strong is human,
Weak is human,
Fear is human.
HATRED IS DALEK.
Melanie Gardiner, 18 december 2012
You Changed Me
I long for your kiss,
I crave your touch.
Your lips as sweet as sugar,
And skin as gentle as the first falling snow.
My heart aches and my body shakes,
For without you,
My heart is dead,
The sky is bleeding,
My sheets are stained red.
Your eyes are the light that brings me from the dark,
As gentles and warm as a newborn spark.
Your laugh is the music that makes me bright,
My dear shining knight.
My eyes are dark and my heart is blue...
But when you come around,
They change their hue.
Melanie Gardiner, 18 december 2012
How Can it Be?
I'm so confused,
Lost inside my heart not knowing what to do.
Watching my feelings being stuck on replay,
Both of you don't even know,
That my decision has yet to be shown.
You'll never what I have up my sleeve,
Whilst my mind is tearing away at me.
Just leave me be,
'Cause there isn't a soul that could see to me.
My best friend and someone who I just got to know.
My other half and my beau.
How can it be?
That you two could simply just love me?
Melanie Gardiner, 18 december 2012
Angel of Death
-NOTICE: DO NOT COMMIT SUICIDE! ! ! -
You dream of the blood that rips down your arm,
As much as you hate it,
It makes your heart warm.
You cry the tears you didn't know you had,
And your heart still isn't iron-clad.
Why you live,
You don't even know.
You're turning as pale as the winter snow.
Death likes to taunt you as you cry,
Why don't you sing a lullaby?
Fall asleep, little Angel of Death,
Before you have one last breath.
Don't keep up the act you always have.
Just close your eyes and feel the pain.
It might be the only thing that keeps you sane.
Bye, bye, little Angel of Death.
Close your eyes ans snap your neck.
Heaven will never be close to you,
Hell is the place you're driving to.
Melanie Gardiner, 18 december 2012
Perfect Catastrophe
There aren't enough words to describe how I feel,
The way I love you could melt the strongest steel.
I've felt pain, sorrow, and fear,
Yet you're the only one whose heart I hold dear.
My world is so small,
and yet you grow tall.
In my dreams,
You'll always be,
Some sort of perfect catastrophe.
Love me forever,
And I'll do the same.
For my heart you could sever,
But I'll be to blame.
I'll be with you,
Wherever you are.
Even if you begin to rue,
My heart will turn to tar.
Remember my name,
Dream of me.
You keep me sane,
My perfect catastrophe.
Melanie Gardiner, 6 september 2012
Kill
I'm tired,
I'm young,
I'm drowning just for fun.
Whenever I see you,
It reminds me of why I want to go,
and why I want to stay.
I've lost blood,
and that's why I acted like I was caught in mud.
I've gotten so used to pain,
it's the only thing that's keeping me sane.
It may seem like I'm tired,
and I am,
But not because I'm loosing sleep.
A towel can clean up my relief spill,
But what's the thing that won't let me kill?
Melanie Gardiner, 31 august 2012
Trust
Trust is something you can not see,
But is inside you and me,
Its the key to all people's hearts,
The virtue that is beyond smarts,
A link, a bond,
A connection, a love,
Trust is all that,
it seems to be,
But the question is always,
Do you love me?
Of course they can love,
Everybody can.
But let me ask this,
Is Trust at hand?
Melanie Gardiner, 31 august 2012
TRACK ME
To find me,
Track me.
But do not track me by my game,
For I will never, ever be tame,
Do not track me by my blood,
You may as well be tracking mud.
Do not track me with a hound,
For a scent won't be found.
Do not track me by my face,
For it will never be in your database.
Do not track me by your eye,
Or you may as well say goodbye.
Do not track me by my prints,
For I am not one to leave indents.
Do not track me by my mark,
Do not track me by my spark,
Do not track me by my heart,
Do not track me with your tech.
Track me by the thing around my neck.
Track me,
Track me,
If you can,
Because all the king's horses
And all the king's men,
Will never see me,
AGAIN.
Melanie Gardiner, 31 august 2012
A Ghost
Do you hear?
Can you see?
Isn't there a man following me?
I can see,
I can hear,
Especially when I look in the mirror.
To me he's white,
To others clear,
He follows me around,
and watches my every move,
Something about him doesn't sooth.
Don't leave me here!
Don't turn out the lights,
Something about him makes me fright.
I think he wants to kill me.
He's clung to me,
Like some kind of addict to weed.
It's driving me insane,
He keeps making it rain!
The dark is now nothing,
I fear him the most.
Or rather the fear that he is a ghost.
Melanie Gardiner, 28 august 2012
Slamming Gates
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the roses are wilting,
the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl is empty,
and my wrists are stained red.
I'm so sorry,
But I must leave,
I cannot cause any more grief,
You've been there for me,
But I can't take,
Any more slamming gates.
Goodbye forever,
Farewell my love.
But beware,
for the sight you must bear.
The beds been turned,
Walls are blood stained,
My tears have flooded the room I hear,
For I'm gone,
Never to return,
and I now I say goodbye to the gates,
Because my fate has not been made.
Melanie Gardiner, 5 august 2012
Stay
I've tried to run,
Even as fast as the fading sun.
I have no one left,
it seems a pity,
for all the tears I've wept.
The thought of you chasing me across the sky,
Always stays, and I don't know why.
You ripped open my heart,
But I still love you.
I left you behind,
as I ran away.
But the thought of you,
Will Always stay.
Melanie Gardiner, 23 february 2012
New Hampshire
A state of New England,
The ninth colony, to be exact,
Is anything but old school bland.
Her land is something of a beautiful craft.
The air blows wild and clean,
Through the most vibrant autumn leaves,
With its mountains, hills, trees, and life,
It seems that her land will never breathe its last.
The trees that whisper,
For if you leave, you might miss her,
For the greatest problem one could face,
Is deciding how to enjoy her grace.
Melanie Gardiner, 23 february 2012
4-H
4-H is more than a club,
It’s a growing passion, a greater love.
The people that join,
Are more valuable than any coin.
They pledge for head, heart, hands, and health,
This is better than any large wealth.
These people are the ones that aid,
No matter how the waves of fate bade.
They will always be there,
Enriching our lives,
For the better,
To stay by the four-leaf-clover,
Forever.
Melanie Gardiner, 15 january 2012
The Thing (goes with What?.2)
The thing behind your door,
The thing under your bed,
The thing behind a tree,
Don't you think that might be me?
The thing you hear,
The thing you never see,
How do you know its not me?
Think, think,
Of the Night,
In your dream,
Is it not me?
Look,
Look,
At the face.
See the face?
It has no face?
Well then, guess.
What makes you tick,
What makes you scream,
What makes you jump,
What makes you cry,
What makes you jolt,
What makes you run,
What makes you shake,
What makes you twitch?
Now let me ask you this,
Do you have a itch?
Melanie Gardiner, 15 january 2012
What? (goes with the Thing.1)
What makes you tick,
What makes you scream,
When things aren't always what they seem?
What makes you jump,
What makes you cry,
When someone says to go bedy-bye?
What makes you jolt,
What makes you run,
When I'm just having fun?
What makes you shake,
What makes twitch,
What is it about me that makes you itch?
Tick, scream, jump, and cry,
Until you go bedy-bye.
Jolt, run, shake, and twitch,
Because I think you have a itch.
Melanie Gardiner, 15 january 2012
Roses of Revenge
One single rose has showed up at the door,
Yet not one more thing to be seen,
I knew it wasn't a dream.
I stormed out into the street,
But something was fumbling under my feet,
It was the Rose of Revenge that dropped from my hand,
I scooped it up and rushed through the sand.
Though I ran as fast as I could,
I still smelled ashes and soot.
I looked through a house,
Around and about,
But someone was here without a doubt.
Then someone rose from the floor and hit the door,
He was dieing but trying to survive with too many sores.
I wanted to help but I knew who he was so I stood my ground.
He landed on the ground with a thud,
Yet, there was no blood.
I threw the Rose of Revenge on his chest,
Because certainly he was no guest.
Melanie Gardiner, 1 january 2012
Love...
Love is a thing that can't be found.
It is an abstract feeling...
One strong enough to kill.
It may stretch a long distance,
but may also drive you through like a
lance.
It drives you crazy,
and makes your senses grow lazy.
It
makes your heart beat,
feet dance,
brain think,
eyes see,
ears
hear,
nose smell,
and mouth taste.
If there was no love,
The
world would be without the symbolic dove.
Torn apart,
All life to
depart.
Just try to love.
Try to be smart,
And listen to your
heart.
Melanie Gardiner, 1 january 2012
Look and Listen
If you don't listen,
Why hear?
If
you don't look,
Then why see?
Our world is changing,
And our
hearts are banging,
Fantasy may be truth,
Reality may be fake,
...but who are we to say what's real,
Who's to say we made the wheel?
Secrets can be kept,
And for that we must be apt,
In seeking
what must be found,
Before it is ever drowned.
When Earth shifts,
And fantasy is true,
Reality a nightmare,
You must look for
faults,
See the changes,
Listen to the whispers,
Analyze it in your
head,
And keep your memories in tune,
... And keep looking at the
moon
Melanie Gardiner, 1 january 2012
In the Night, You Must Listen
Listen to me my little dear,
You must
not have any fear,
Listen,
To the wind,
I-am-coming.
Listen,
my little sweet,
Do not hear what your thoughts may keep,
Listen,
To your heartbeat,
I-am-coming.
Listen, my little treat,
Do not
think of the things I eat,
I-am-coming.
Listen, you little
meat.
Do not scream,
Do not cry,
While I hum a
lullaby.
Listen, to the words,
For you never again will hear
birds
Sing.
Melanie Gardiner, 29 december 2011
In The Fear Of Silence
Something you cannot see,
Something you cannot hear,
Something that won't make a sound,
When it makes others drown.
Though it won't even move a hair,
It will kill you without despair, .
Tic-Toc goes the clock,
Until the thing strikes you dead.
When you peacefully lie in your bed,
It will strike you DEAD.
Melanie Gardiner, 29 december 2011
In the Corner of Your Eye
Something you know,
but do not notice.
As hidden and dark,
as a black lotice.
With temptation thriving,
and curiosity striving,
You must trust,
Who you wouldn't.
Shouldn't.
That one person could help you live...
Unless you ignore.
You might find the large, hidden faults of space and time,
In the corner of your eye.
Melanie Gardiner, 28 december 2011
Eclipse's Promise (from Bracelet of Hearts-Book 2)
When four years pass,
You'll come back,
As some new horror is about to attack.
In the abyss that isn't to far,
Though as black as tar,
I know you can see,
My dear Gracie,
You must find,
What you know is mine,
Glistening as a golden ray hits,
Surrounded by diamond bits.
Just a slightest touch,
Or a clutch,
It'll bring you here,
Without a gear.
And with a twist,
You'll be with the only one I have kissed.
This is my promise,
To the three,
Who have saved me.
Melanie Gardiner, 28 december 2011
Betrayal
There is an old saying,
About where your closeness should be laying.
I must say this,
It is not one to dismiss.
The bitter taste you might know,
Can also send an emotional blow.
The one that turns your mind around,
And makes your heart hit the ground.
If you know not,
I must give you a warning bell.
Watch the secrets you might tell.
Melanie Gardiner, 28 december 2011
Christmas Wishes (written with Chloe Labrie)
(This poem is for Robbie Yelle, from Chloe)
For Christmas wishes, I only have one.
I don't want a vacation under the sun.
I don't want the presents under the tree,
I only want you to be with me.
The snow is falling lightly,
And Christmas is coming near,
But I don't want the presents that I may receive.
What would fill my heart with cheer,
Is you just being here.
When our love is matched with Christmas spirit,
There is just no way to cure it.
I don't need any twinkling Christmas lights,
Just you alone makes my holidays bright.
When you come around,
You'll have to keep my feet on the ground.
To make my perfect holiday,
I don't want you to stay away.
Please grant my Christmas wish,
Because you're the only thing on my Christmas list.
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Weronika
Boli bo rektoskop to nie gadżet analny, więc
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Jutro jest niewyrażalne i nie do odgadnięcia.
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violetta
Drzewka do jedzenia:)
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Tak;)
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kb
złotej*
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kontoler żłotej poświaty
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samo życie, każdy swoje brudy ma, lepsze czy
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romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
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ten ketchup to fakt, trzeba przypilnować przy
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interesujący przekaz, jak dla mnie o własnej
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ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
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