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alan Feb 13, 2007

we should catch the rain

All too soon old age, comes pounding at the door We can't go back and what is left, won't give us any more It is a single journey, can't return and go again We cannot right the wrongs, which echo in the end It seems a bit unfair, to learn along the way The knowledge needed then, comes some later day There are so many roads, we traveveled getting here The map was flawed, the compass wasn't clear Too many times we lost our way, not knowimg till the end But knowing that today, can't fix the wrong back then The many spears and arrows, we hurled along the way Though drenched in all our sorrow
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Cathy Feb 12, 2007

The Hidden One

She was the little girl that everyday had that little smile on her face..  She could not let anyone what was really inside.. She had to keep all the secrets.. She had to hide inside.. Everyone thought she was just the quiet type.. The one that never spoke out of turn.. So to be the good one in school.. Her mom and dad would go to open house and get told how she always raised her hand, never spoke out of turn, always said yes ma am and no ma am.. yes sir and no sir..

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joethecrow Feb 11, 2007

Life's Question

Life’s Question My life, I question, did I waste? Where it is rooted is its place? Sometimes I feel I do not belong, from a decision I choose that was wrong. Perhaps I shall never know, where it was I was supposed grow? My daily struggle to do my best, not knowing what it is I quest. No answer seems to be right, and yet another day has now become night. One thing I am happy to say, “I am glad to see another day.” To attempt to right things I have gotten wrong, and set them the way they belong. No one said life was a breeze, truth and honesty make it more at ease. There is always a brighter sid
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NatalieMBallestero Jan 28, 2007

My Confession

I am a foolish person. I have to confess that I do have affections for you. What exactly are they? I cannot say. They will never be fully discovered, as we will never be able to pursue them. This creates a sadness inside of me that echoes with unmistakable definiteness. Why must I be haunted? Why must they continually whisper in my mind? I wish I could push them from my being, but I am powerless to them. I know you don’t feel the same and never could. Is it possible, is there a chance that you ever think of me? Is it conceivable, is fate on my side?
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quadell Jan 27, 2007

DEPRESSION

Honesty is a fading utopia ,  gone are the sirene characteristics of conscious

tranquility. Ignorance is the precarious evil overlooked by the lack of

intelligence and understanding.  in search of this mystic dream ,an alien entity

which  charades as misery's most triumphant rebutting.

Suppressed   by  inadequate  memiors  or  feelings  of  hopelessness.

Lack  of  motivation  to  strive.  Redundant  strides  to  perfection,  assenting

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NatalieMBallestero Jan 27, 2007

Vanishing

The sun burns brilliantly. Blazing threw my soul. To balm my numb body. Making me feel once again. I can feel it liquefy the ice within. Cold water seeping down my arms and legs. Creating crystal tears, dropping form my fingertips. You are my sunbeam, my blazing star. You are my ardent light.
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NatalieMBallestero Jan 27, 2007

My Undoing

My soul aches when I think of you. My soul cries when I touch you. My soul shutters when I hear the sound of you. My soul melts when I taste you. My soul loses it’s control around you. You are my undoing.
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NatalieMBallestero Jan 27, 2007

The Unnamed

It was yet again, another ending to another day filled with endless thoughts of you. The feelings of emptiness, doubt and impatience. Where are you? When are you going to come? Forever waiting to look up and see your face. Constantly anticipating that shock of recognition that you are the one whom I have been waiting for! It is strange to me, this feeling that you are out there, somewhere. But it is the only sure feeling that I have. Anxiety of wondering if you will see me, if you will know, as I do, keeps me up at night.
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Cherie Jan 24, 2007

Boredom At 2:18PM

I am alone

at a mahogony desk

with scratches at the edges

from some careless trustee

back in '82 when I was

only a girl in love with

John Stamos and Travis Wainman.

I sat at a desk then too

next to Mike Vogel and Lisa Hall.

I made engravings there

"CC +TW 4-Ever!"

"Math Sucks"

while Mr. Aiken spouted off something

about equations...

how to solve them...

should have been listening

but it was 2:18PM and minutes

from a bell I much anticpated: A prelude