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A Child AgainI wish I could be a child again.

Where all I had to worry about

Were skinned knees

And cooties from boys.

I wish I would be a child again.

Where boys ran away from girls

And no one lied.

I wish I could be a child again.

Where parents were devoted

In every part of my life.

I wish I could be a child again.

When there was recess,

And fun and games.

I want to be a child again.

I want the child meant wonder.

I want the never ending hope.

I want loyalty.

I want simplicity.

I want to be a child again.

I want my innocence back.

I want to not have to worry.

I want grades that don't matter

I want time outs to be the worse punishme

Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.

"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.

"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to

I am.I am.

I am the person who lives.

I am the person who loves.

I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.

I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.

I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.

I am the person who bullies to feel better.

I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.

I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.

I am the person who is bullied for being different.

I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.

I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of

Making History"What do I mean to you?"

She was sitting there, wearing that dress that made her look like a Thursday night just before a long weekend, and a smile on her lips that could have confused the Mona Lisa herself.

"What do I mean to you?"

It was not like she had to repeat herself. It's just that he needed to find an answer that would find its way to her thrice broken heart.

"What do I mean to you?"

And since the third time's the charm, he opened his mouth and let her know.

"You aren't pretty.
You aren't lovely.
You aren't any of the things that make the world go around.
You aren't a doll, you never do what you're told.
You aren't a lis

TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.

He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.

They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.

Diamond tears from burnt amber

Things you never forget.You never forget:

Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.

All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.

You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r

LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o

Vengeance"What did she say this time?"

"How did you-"

"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."

"…"

"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."

"She…said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."

"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."

"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."

"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"

"What?"

"They did it

Dream OnA dream can be
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.

A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.

A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.

A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.

A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.

Beware of this, dreamers—
and Dream On.

a burialimagine being the first person to discover death.
your lover has passed in her sleep.
you kiss her, you touch her thigh,
you whisper her name and stroke her hair,
you listen to her empty heart
and wonder at her silence

you wore red to her funeral because
that was her favorite color and
the pastor wouldn't let you play
landslide on the speaker system
in the chapel.
the gospel choir watched you like
a bruise.
the trees sighed.
and when the service was over
everyone asked how you were
but no one really wanted to know.
thursday the air tasted like stale apples.

grief holds you in
like a corset
red twine tying you
together
wh

Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.

"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.

Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."

"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed

Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.

So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"

The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I

absolutei once had someone who was like my favorite blanket.
i held him close, felt his warmth and inhaled his scent that helped me fall asleep.
clothed or naked, he treated me indifferently.
all i'm most certain of is that whenever i'm with him,
i'm like near the ocean, or under a shady tree on a scorching day.

i spoke to him the way i spoke to myself in my head; careless, familiar, unafraid.
i used to lie in his arms with a selfish grin, knowing i have found something most people never will.
i don't exactly know what, but whatever it is, it's definitely worth every ounce of my sleepless nights.
i think we never really had to talk; because

HalloweenGo toward the door.
Turn off the light.
Say one last prayer.
Then say goodnight.
Accept your fate.
Lay down your head.
Then count to three.
And you'll be dead.
He saw you sleeping.
You are a keeper.
Meet your new friend.
Your favorite Grim Reeper.
He slows your pulse.
He takes your breath.
As you relax.
And try to rest.
He takes your hand.
Death so serene.
Wake up and smile.
Happy Halloween!

saving hope.I promise you, baby girl,
that I would easily give you the moon
so you could see how beautiful the world is
in a world full of broken hearts
and cold nights.
And I would easily sing you to sleep
but you would always run away at the stroke of midnight
so you could be alone.
And my secret is that I knew you never had a home,
but I would always bite my tongue
whenever I looked into your eyes.
Your baby blue eyes always gave away your story.

--

I would always walk away from you
whenever you said that you knew you were going to hell
because you were just another lost soul.

I was never as strong as you,
but

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by ~eegcmnaes, Jun 25, 2011, 10:50:13 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Why is the world this way?
Why has this all been done?
Why are we all like this?
Why all the hate?

Why can't the gays and lesbians marry?
Why can't we learn from the past?
Why do racism and homophobia exist?
Why can't we give peace a chance?

Why do people take their own lives?
Why do people murder, steal and lie?
Why do we sit around and procrastinate?
Why are we all to blame?