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Everyday you degrade

deride

me because I speak

spit

correct English

should I apologize

sorry nigga

because highschool you

decided not to finish

Everyday I pass this corner

you insult me

jealousy

at least I know which one of

us will make it in this society

You call me a sellout and say

I'm a sugar-fag

just because I carry a briefcase

& my pants don't sag

You've told everyone my veins hold

no black blood

Oreo

should I apologize for not being a thug

sorry nigga

You call me whipped because I spend time

with my lady

one love

should I be like you get a girl pregnant

then ignore the baby

baby-mama-drama

I hope me on your mind raises your self-esteem

punk

I hope your dick gets hard when you see my face on

the cover of magazines

illiterate

She has everything in the world

She has drank gallons and never hurled

He is a super athelete

He is the winner and nobody can compete

They are perfect together

They will be happy forever



She has the most amazing and beautiful looks

She gets perfect grades and never studies the books

He has always been the most polite and congenial

He is a tall handsome and loaded with sex appeal

They are the most gorgeous people on earth

They have both been super popular since birth



I have nothing and i'm not even pretty

I'll grow in to a nasty, bitter old bitty

I have been a loser all my life

I have nothing to show for all my strife

We are "weird" and stupid and have bad moods

We are treated  hatred and with bad attitudes



I hate her she is so perfect and cool

My own boyfriend see's her and starts to drool

I can't stand him he's so neat and fun

My girlfriend compared to her is a bad pun

We Are jealous of those two

We are together but want another who would have knew?



She is sympathetic to me

I have no desire to be treated like a flea

He is nice to me but I hate wish I was like Tim

I don't to be treated like that by him

They are too nice and it makes us sick

We know they are just playing a mean trick

The Virgin



Once upon a time, a story teller spoke

of a woman who lived to be free.

With open anxious arms

She reached out with her charms

True love would always fill her needs.

The seasons they remain

And love still works the same

To give respect or steal your charity.



Born of faithful mind she gave her best time

To the man who made her life complete.

He knew he had it all

He knew she'd never fall.

True love would always fill her needs.

This story should be through

Where love does bond the two.

And happy ever after ends the scene.



The years that rolled along saw her satisfy the one

Who stole her youth from the virgin seed.

With innocence and warmth

She burned the passion torch.

True love would always fill her needs.

A home and cedar hedge

To her the reasons edge

On those who tossed thier will to defeat.



Her yeilding love did pour on the one she adored.

A drink to his health was in her speech.

In stride she carried on

And kept her vision strong.

True love would always fill her needs.

The years still season all,

And time does take it's toll.

And the wrinkles of the term show on the cheeks.



In the soft light of the dawn one day she woke alone

Faithful in the bed she'd always keep.

And pinned up on the wall

Was a note to change it all

True love had always filled her needs.

With tears she came undone

Her true love left to run.

Her years of faith were stoned to hollow grief.



The days drug on like weeks and soiled her beliefs

That love so strong would always be complete.

And waitin by the phone

She cried and slept alone

True love had always filled her needs.

Those days that hemmed her in

Reminded her of him

And how her heart was broken by the breech.



That powerful old force a love that runs it's course

Once...There was a race of people, not too unlike ourselves.  All of them were alike, except that on their backs, each of them had a beautiful jewel that shined and glimmered.  These people though, upon seeing the jewel on another's back, became jealous and full of envy and hate.  None of these people though, could see the own wonderful jewel they had themselves, only the one that others had...



The meaning of this story?



Others are always quick to see what qualities you have that they do not, so they compliment you, and envy you...But you are never quick to see your own beauty...So you always wish for what others have that you don't.

The dreamgirl with nice clothes and all

Do you not know who she really is deep down?

I do not understand

what does she have that i cannot?

Is the fault mine that I do not posess the admirable beauty she owns

or that seductive charm?

If only you knew she was nothing but empty inside

I wish you would learn that looks could be deceiving

It only takes one simple glance

Where you turn into a rug

And she steps all over you

You become a ant in open space

For my love is worth more then hers

It would last forever

Yes...

that is

if you weren't so busy admiring her

When I acutally thought about graduation

Was going to be hard

I had to think again

Because now my best friend

Is leaving Wall when she is a Junior



I still have a year and half with her

But that isn't long



I would do anything for her to stay

But she won't



When she leaves Wall

That will probably be the hardest thing

But she doesn't realize



When You leave

You loose friends

Because I know

Because I left and

Then came back



You loose your best friend and your close friends

They will never be your close friends again

Just friends

And your best friend

Is just a friend



She'll move on

Especially with best friends

I'll Probably be either

Her ex-best friend

Or a best in the past



But one thing I will forget

Is when I asked her if she could be my friend

And the great memories



But I think the saddess thing is

She'll move on

Being happy

And forget about me

But I'll dwell on my best friend

Or you can just say friend

2/13/02



You’re always on my mind



You make my thoughts unwind



I haven’t past a test



Or had a night of rest



I close my eyes real tight



And see your face at night



Somehow this feels so right



And I can’t help but stair



At the object of my prayer



I only wish they knew



All I’d do for you



If given the chance



To turn love into romance



Set your picture on the nightstand



And take hold of your hand



But I can see behind your eyes



Your not concealing many lies



But Damn I wish you were



Because the way you look at her



Makes my stomach turn inside



It makes me wanna run and hide



Denying All I feel for you



But you’d know it wasn’t true



I’d die to have you look at me



Like you do her, and see what you see



I’d live to have you touch my face



Wrapped tightly in a warm embrace



Say you love me; you can lie



‘Cause if you don’t I’ll simply cry



And I’m loving you so much more



Than I ever did all those nights before



And I lay in bed



And I see your face



Suddenly it’s gone



Without a Trace



And I know its love



For there is no doubt



I won’t listen or hear what



You think it’s about



And you don’t have to infer



All the things you feel for her



So come on now, let’s Pretend



That I am her,



And you are you,



Come on know, and I’ll Pretend,



What you Pretend,



Is true

A dream is only a dream.

And Love is nothing but love.

You may believe that dreams are pure fantasy,

but they come true often enough.

Sometimes you try so hard you get skeptical,

because of the way things seem.

But that's not the way that you should stay.

You should rest on what you dream.

But the dreams that I've been having lately

make me see how love can come and go.

And I can't understand why it hurts so bad

to see the tracks in the snow.



A woman is only a woman.

Though sometimes they seem like more.

And when I first met you I let my heart

pull me up from the floor.

You know it's hard to find real truthfulness.

You won't find it out in the street.

And when a girl is a friend and also a love

that's the one you should keep.

But the women I've been seeing lately

have left me feeling really low.

And I can't understand why it hurts so bad

to see the tracks in the snow.



And the snow may fall for hours

until none of the tracks even show.

Still I don't understand why it hurts so bad

to see the tracks in the snow.

YOU ALONE KNOW



{Rexarian}

You alone know what in my heart there is :

thoughts of pure joy, dreams of real peace.



              Hearts entwined by moments of love;

              Meanings so hard to tell, yet we must.

              Words which seem our very souls to move;

              lives enshrined in loving moments of trust.



Life became instantly lovely; the sun always shone.

It is YOUR voice, YOUR laughter, thoughts of YOUR eyes, alone!



              The budding, blooming flower of love

              shyly emerging from a heart, towards the sun,

              gently, innocently exploring??most afraid to move?

              is as completely consumed by a gentle fire as by a raging one;





it can be exterminated by but a single tear-drop of doubt, & yet

it can survive a flood of false tears from anxiety & regret.





{Shakespearean,  curtal couplets}

   Where does love come from when come it does?

   Does it arrive in full-bloom, or does it slowly grow?

   We say it buds & grows, but that feeling may just be US;

   We simply realize it, a bit at a time: Truth, who can know?



   Does such love leave a void in Eternity when coming to us?