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October.5.2003
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

A first kiss
A first touch
A first glance into those eyes
A first hug
A first for everything

That first kiss I really miss
That first touch again I want it so much
That first glance into your eyes
An imaginable lover in disguise
That first hug I cant wait to feel your arms
Warm and snug
The first for everything to me I want you to bring

A lasting impression
Is what i left
A loving affection
Is what i wish to get 

A lasting impression
Is what i brought to your mind
A lasting question
Why does God bless me with such a find

A lasting impression
Is what i bestow
A lasting gentleness
I love how much it grows

A lasting kindness
With great happiness
A lasting loveliness
Is what will show
And a bond so great that we will know

A lasting impression
I left on your heart
Is one I hold dearly
Always forever and never part

Copyright*

Elaine thinks
she's dying;
the splash of
red in the

lavatory pan
has spun her
sideways, taken
her out of her

usual comfort
zone, the outer
world crowding
in. Other girls in

the school come
and go, a bell rings,
then silence. She
stares at the lavatory

door, someone has
written a poem
in red ink, another
scribbled underneath

a rude black ink
remark. The white
is discoloured, the
walls like wise to

match. She pulls
off a handful of 
paper, wraps it
around fingers,

stares at her hands,
bites her lower lip.
She crosses herself,
from forehead to

stomach, from
shoulder to shoulder.
How does one die?
she muses darkly,

peeking down at
the pan, redness
spreading, she's
leaking a slow death,

being undone before
her eyes. Is this how
one dies? She should
be in maths, at her

desk, doing algebra
she's not understood,
looking vacant, biting
her pen. She leans

forward, peeks again,
feeling flushed, the
red splash spread.
She feels unwell,

pains kick in, the
walls turn white,
crowding in. An
outer door opens,

someone sings, the
door clicks shut,
the voice sings
in soft melodious

tones. Elaine moans,
pushes her fist into
her mouth, painful
groans. The singer

pauses, nears the door,
puts ear to wood.
What's up? she asks,
staring at the whiteness

of the door. I’m dying,
Elaine says, I’m leaking
blood. The girl who
was singing mutters,

it's just a flood, has
no one said, its a
female thing, so shut
your crying, I’ll go

get the nurse, to sort
you out, you're not
freaking dying. And
off she goes, the door

clicks shut again, nothing
but silence, disappointed
death and bewildered,
pale-faced, aching Elaine.

I see your face in a worried place

I'm still hoping 'til we parted ways

I never saw someone like you

Someone as beautiful as you

Our eyes met

across a crowded room 

something in his eyes told me

we would cross paths again

One Sunday morning we met in a park

The sight of you lit my way that's once dark

Never thought I'd meet you here

I would have been ready

I was just sitting there deep in thought

when he caught my eye 

i did a double take 

i knew right away, he was the one

I've waited all my life for you

Now, I do not know wat to do

You got me speechless

This love is endless

This was no ordinary kind of love

This was more powerful

The kind of love that came straight out of the heavens

Universal, unconditional, unstoppable..

She was there to redefine the meaning of love 

This is so much stronger

Than I've experienced before

This will last much longer

Than I've ever had before

And so we learned

The meaning of love

From the very first day

We had met in the park

June 26, 2010
By Taylor Springs

Never thought I’d see in you
What you’ve always seen in me
Never thought I’d call you Boo
Never thought I’d let you call me Baby

Never thought you’d mean this much
When you’re near, I start to blush
Thoughts and words, blend together
Couldn’t picture this, never, ever, ever

My knees get weak, when I talk to you
My heart skips a beat, when you say “I love you, too.”
I get a little shiver, when I’m thinking about you
This isn’t stuff, I usually do

Never thought we’d be together
But I’m so happy that it’s true
Yes, I know, nothing is forever
But right now, I love you

I AM
scared that’ll fall for you.
am scared to kiss you, cause am scared I might just miss you
am scared to hug you, feels harder to not hold you tighter
am scared to miss you, because it means I just might NEED YOU
am scared to laugh with you, feels like it won’t be just the two
am scared to cry for you, means I might just have TO lie to you
but what scares me the most, Is that am so scared to LOVE you
because if I do I might just close my eyes and just see US two
AND FORGET, forget, forget
THE reason for being so scared
forget, that I’ll just get HURT.

How does one know when it’s right?
When winter finally changes to spring and the sun shines a little brighter
Or does the day just turn into night?
And one wonders can I ever go back to when it was lighter?
When do I let go?
Please, how do you know?
Tell me to let go of hope
Or do I keep fighting,
Fighting for what used to be?
I don’t know I really don’t, I wish one of these days I could just see
But I guess I’ll have to be patient with what my heart decides happens to me.