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ladywriter Aug 13, 2007

~~The Beginning of the End… Was~~

That first day I laid eyes on you,

I had no idea that a few years later

I would have to return,

to the day before we met.

 

I smile, remembering the day

you held me for the first time,

and the many times

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dat_shady_chick_2007 Aug 13, 2007

Sleepless Nights.

Sleepless nights leave me no choice but to think,

I think about life,

I think about all the bad things that has happened to me,

Sleepless nights leave me no choice but to cry,

I dont know why,

Sleepless nights leave me no choice but to hurt,

Smiling wont work,

Sleepless nights leaves me no choice but to miss you,

And want to kiss you,

But it seems like I will never get a chance to do that,

Why is that?

I thought we were happy together,

Never mind dont answer that!

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ladywriter Aug 13, 2007

~I sleep So I Can Dream~

 


I will wake up one morning lying in the sand,

tasting the salt on my lips from the ocean,

pencil still in my hand,

from writing my poetry in the sand

 

My words will be scribbled in the earth,

and only the sky will read them

 

A wave will come and wash the poetry away, but…

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ladywriter Aug 12, 2007

~I Travel in my sleep, Do not wake me~

In a dream I had one night,

I traveled this road

it stretched for miles,

assembled in tiles.

Just like the

Yellow Brick Road

 

I looked for familiarity,

but there was scarcely

anyone there, that I can see;

I was alone, just me

 

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dat_shady_chick_2007 Aug 12, 2007

Forgotten Love.

While we were together you gave me kisses,

While I was away I was your mistress,

You look unto her as your heart and soul,

And as I peep I feel so old,

You come to and me and I take you love,

But sorry is just not enough,

I’m tired of being your second option,

I’m tired of seeing her im tired of watching,

The roses make me smile and grin,

But keeps the pain laying within,

I’m getting angry I want her dead,

I want her gone and out of your head,

I miss the love she is only using you,

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ladywriter Aug 12, 2007

True Awakening

The moon had bid us goodnight,

daylight found us sound asleep,

holding tight to one another;

our bodies were tangled as one

 

I woke, I heard you snore,

so quietly, I touched you.

Your body became alive

for me to explore

 

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ladywriter Aug 12, 2007

My Baby Boy

My Baby Boy

 

My goodness, I hated to see him grow

Remembering how he played with my toes

when he couldn’t even say the words

 

When he was asleep

full from his feeding

from my breast,

his head lay on my chest

I remember so well

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dat_shady_chick_2007 Aug 12, 2007

Nonexsistence

Love is fictional,

It has no reality to it at all,

It is a made up strategy,

It is a feeling that will drive you crazy,

The pain is deep and will follow you with every thought,

Don’t loose you path and try and find love it’s not worth it,

Love will leave you empty and filled with sorrow,

Giving up on love wont be hard after you see the real outcome,

I believe in lust, feelings, and just caring for someone but not love,

It’s nonexsistence!

 

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HDGoodman Aug 12, 2007

To jazz outside newtown cinema

The speakers of of the old cinemas defined my childhood.
Define who I am today,
and for what?
Early Hollywood profit.

A place where the women are
Diamonds; bought, sold and cut.
Where dirty men are kings.
Where (dispite popular belief)
we live alone in our shells

That echo only
our own voices

which are everything;
but are worth nothing.

only our qwn reverberated voices keep us sane
and the blood-meat pump
grinds away at the clock
like racists at a coalface
who make jokes about being black.

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Rottiestyl Aug 12, 2007

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