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Amber.L.I — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:59 +0000

i love you

more than anything

i’m here for you

no matter what

i’m crying

who am i beating up today?

wanna hang?

yes, i will never back out

i need to talk to you

i’m all ears baybee

i’m scared

i’ll comfort you

i need a hug

i’ll never let go

remember when, i always will

why are you crying?

cause you made me laugh

nobodys cares; i doo!

do you promise? pinky promise

i can’t live without you

you’ll never be without me;

bestfriends:nahh sistaz..

you have been here, through everything,

& you never left my side

i call you when everything goes wrong,

your here no matter what,

now thats one true friend..

dedicated to my inspiration, Aleashia Nabb<3 Ily!!

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Twenty One Guns

Mike Laures — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:53 +0000

TWENTY ONE GUNS

the other day it occured to me

its a terrible price for liberty.

its the soldiers who died without a fear..

leaving their families to shed all the tears.

the family that stands at the burial site

the loved one they bury in the day’s fading light.

carried home by brothers whose spirits now sag

they carry that coffin…draped with a flag.

One last tribute for the freedoms he’s won

the playing of taps and twentyone guns.

they know it can happen and there may come a day..

the ultimate price for freedom…they’re willing to pay.

defending our freedoms…these brothers in arms

they come from the cities and come from the farms.

their vision is blurred and eyes full of tears

dying too young but wise for their years.

dont be sad for them..instead raise your voice

they knew of the cost and still made the choice.

one last tribute for the freedoms they’ve won

the playing of taps and twentyone guns.

a crisp salute to family at the end of their life

the presenting of a flag to a mother or wife.

the sounds of the mourners sobbing and standing around

they are given their final peace and placed in the ground.

one more hero sent up at the end of this day

cometh the angels to take him away.

they died with dignity…they did not die in vain,

i hope you understand..let me explain.

ONE FINAL TRIBUTE FOR THE FREEDOMS THEY’VE WON

THE PLAYING OF TAPS AND TWENTY ONE GUNS.

Mike Laures-2007

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I Used to be a Daddy Once

Mike Laures — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:45:51 +0000

I USED TO BE A DADDY ONCE

My sons were born some years ago…

they swelled my pride and filled my soul

now their mother hates me…this I know

I used to be a daddy once…

They are smart and they are strong

I hope they understand that I was wrong

the name I’ve shamed…they carry on…

I used to be a daddy once…

Because of lust…I’ve a broken home

my heart is pained…I’m sooo alone

I cling to hope and clutch the phone…

I used to be a daddy once…

So listen fathers to my words so blue..

to your wife…your love be true…

dont let my story happen to you…

I used to be a daddy once…

to the one who nursed my joys…

my perfect kids…my loving boys..

who unknowingly killed me with feindish ploys…

I used to be a daddy once…

So hug your kids and hug them tight

thank your maker you’re there tonite

but because of anger…I lost that right…

I used to be a daddy once…

Now if only I could reverse the clock…

I’d be a better man…on this take stock

into sunsets with my kids …I would walk…

I used to be a daddy once….

So listen now and listen well….

forgive me mother…I’m here in hell

so learn this story..these words do tell…

I used to be a daddy once…

To be with my boys…hear me mother…

I’d be a good dad…a faithful lover..

to be true to my family…to want no other…

Just to be their daddy once…

I know my faults..please understand..

My spirit was weak..I’m just a man

to be with my boys…is my greatest plan…

Let me be their daddy once…

I cling to hope…I clutch at straws

I know my rights…I hate the laws..

so hear me now…please take pause…

I used to be their daddy once….

this is my story…of my wounded pride…

I’ve exposed my fear…it will not hide..

I was wrong…there is no side….

I used to be their daddy once…

Mike Laures – 2007

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Fears of Proximity

HollyMann — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 14:58:00 +0000

Day one and day two,
nothing but you.

Engulfed and inflamed,
exciting and new.

Closer in proximity,
intimately I could see,
as you drew near to me.

A picnic in the grass,
feelings beyond & surpassed.

Longed and felt you near me,
now I feel a fear in me.

Overwhelmed by this fear,
not knowing when it appeared.

Feeling it creep upon my heart,
heavily laden to this day’s start.

Innocently you kissed me,
and held me so dear to you.

Now why is it today I feel to fear you?
Scared by love or someone knowing me at this proximity?

Always alone I was,
now how do I live with trust?

I will pray to let it go and give this time,
not to rewind or question my own mind.

Fears consume me now,
but I pray for them to leave me this day.

As fast as they arrived,
let them subside,
go away.

Let them pass away in the windy hollows of the trees,
which so gracefully we laid below and stared upon,
in this distant backdrop of unspoken thoughts.

Let the fears flee from us,
let me know in you I can trust.

My longing to know you and care for you
outweighs the overwhelming fears.
So stay with me my dear,
don’t let me push you away from me.

If in time we can see this through,
our lives will start anew.

Written September 16, 2010

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you

fragile plane — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 20:29:32 +0000

my eyes search
for honesty
as i undress your
lanky girlish quiver
sprawled upon a perfect canvas
revealing the contour of thin porcelain lies
that you allow to crumble
into shell, into tears, into ether.
you rest unearthed
no longer afraid of yourself -
who you might become in my eyes,
and deeply through locked pearls
we search the diamond
not to change
never to destroy
but to paint
you
as you are.

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THE END IS COMING:

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:07:21 +0000

THE END IS COMING:
That day is nearer!
When the sky would be filled with
One star…

That day is nearer!
When the door for seeking forgiveness would
Be closed…

That day is nearer!
When the verses of Quran for guidance would
Be removed…

That day is nearer!
When the sun would be ordered to come closer
Toward the Earth

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan
15 years old….

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THE LAST HAPPINESS

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:03:43 +0000

THE LAST HAPPINESS
Once there was a girl, named Youmna. She was so prudent and helping girl. She was leading a happiest life with her family, buddies and neighbors. She always used to try for make others happy. All persons i.e.; her buddies, neighbors and relatives so much used to admire her. She exclaimed that she was the happiest girl of whole world. She always yearned to make others happy as she was. Those girls who were elder than her used to ask that how could she manage laughing all the time? They used to ask those types of question enviously, but she always used to shun them and didn’t paid heed to their questions. Beside that she used to reply them in joking. Her best quality was that she never used to share her anxieties or bother nesses to others because she’d known that her buddies so much love her and she hadn’t want to sadden them. Youmna and her friends were so much jovial and never thought negative. At the time of study they used to study and at the time of playing they used to play.
One day her buddies planned a surprised party for her on her birthday. She wasn’t aware by their surprised party. At last on her birthday they gave her a surprised party. They enjoyed so much. At midnight their party was finished and her buddies’ leaved her house. Before arriving at their houses their car was accidentally hilted by a large truck and fell down in a river. All her friends were drowned.
When Youmna got a wind of that accident she offed her wits. She was stunned and started howling and busted into tears.
From that day no one again heard her laughs if any body used to try for making smile on her face, she used to start crying instead of laughing.
But she always used to utter “THAT BIRTHDAY WAS MY LAST HAPPINESS………..” one disaster curtailed Youmna’s life and then she left alone………………..

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THE MOON

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:02:42 +0000

THE MOON
It was the last time of night,
When the moon said me good night
“I’m going to sleep, because
I’m falling in sleep”
I smiled on hearing and
Said with daring;
“Certain I’m you won’t come,
He who goes never returns’’
He stopped on hearing,
Replied with searing:
“If I promise you never fulfill
It won’t be done;
Moon I’m no human I’m,
So how it would be done”

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan
16 YEARS OLD…..

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DAY OF SEPARATION:

Rana Rimsha Ramzan — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 23:58:39 +0000

DAY OF SEPARATION:

When we last time gathered…

When we last time enjoyed…

When we last time joined…

That was the day of separation,

When we had no complains…

When we had no conflicts…

When we had no blames…

That was the pain of our separation,

Where no pain was more than that…

Where no heart wept more than that…

Where no one was departured like that…

That was the day of remini moments,

When the weather turned veer…

When the sky turned dim…

When the eyes turned brim…

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan

15 years old….

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Lest We Forget

Leolark — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 12:44:14 +0000

What a day to be twenty-one,
A clear blue sky,
A brilliant sun,
A contradiction!

There is no birdsong,
The silence is eerie!
A feeling of unease,
Fills my being!
As I look at
The foundations laid out,
Like graves.
I have visions of grief!
Panic and fear, of
People I’ve never met but,
Will not forget!

The rows of reminders,
And yes the gas chambers,
It’s painful to the eye!
A pair of huts are full
Of the inmates memorial!
A tangled, metalled mass,
A sculpture of a brutal past!

It is an August day,
I will never forget!
No where, no way, no how,
I’ll never forget the day,
And my visit to Dachau!

The torment they went through,
I can’t begin to know!
But I can honestly say,
My heart is filled with sorrow!

We all know where we were,
The day that Elvis died,
Likewise J. F. K!
But the day that’s most imprinted,
On my soul,
Is that day in Dachau,
When I was twenty-one years old.

George. L. Ellison
ã 08/05/2009

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