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Why - Dad

Folder: 
To Him

I try to understand
why there is no you
in my life right at this
moment.

Now as we speak
there is nothing I can
do to make you come
back, no comment.

You found me once and
I do not know what happened
after that, you stopped
all that needed to be said,

Why there is no more you,
I do not know but what i do
know is all of the sadness
that runs through my head?

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Sweet Hell

Folder: 
School Writings

He is what he is, my sweet, Sweet Hell.

But wait,

What is so sweet about you now,
Now you are just a glimpse of sadness.

But wait,

Your touch brushes against my thoughts,
And you run across my mind, in and out,
Next I hear your voice blow past my ear in the breeze.

But wait,

No more thought is what i want,
No more inviting yourself into my mind,
No more can you yell my name to ring in my ears, no,
I want you out, out of here.

But wait,

For when those songs play, you make your way,
I push you away but you come in anyways,
I do not want to see what could have been,
I want to see what could be,
With you gone and away from me is what will be.

But wait,

I can see the day when you will say all that needs to be said,
will I reply, in my own time, what i feel the need to be said,
To hear your voice call my name on that one day,
I know that will fix everything,
But 'til that day my pen will not carve your name,
Until that day you will be my Sweet Hell.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This Poems Is My About An Old Friend =)

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Where Love and Lust Meet

 

Where Love and Lust Meet

This heart is frayed at the seams

Ripped and stitched many times over

It’s a wonder it believes in dreams

Has faith and hope

It’s a wonder

 

These lips, soft and wanting

Parting for a lover’s kiss

Find the tribulations of love daunting

Yet open up to receive

The soft embrace

Throwing

Caution to the wind

With reckless abandon-

 

Folly pursued with no regard

To the pain creeping up within

A frayed heart and wanting lips

Dishevelled hair

Sex scented sheets

Repose and cigarettes smoked

Causes the mind to think

 

Of innocent eyes

That yet believe

With their frayed heart

Its centre pink

Is Folly the new bedfellow found?

Where love and lust meet

 

Sandra.M.Cooper

copyright 2003.


 

 

 

 

This heart is frayed at the seams

Ripped and stitched many times over

It’s a wonder it believes in dreams

Has faith and hope

It’s a wonder

 

These lips, soft and wanting

Parting for a lover’s kiss

Find the tribulations of love daunting

Yet open up to receive

The soft embrace

Throwing

Caution to the wind

With reckless abandon-

 

Folly pursued with no regard

To the pain creeping up within

A frayed heart and wanting lips

Dishevelled hair

Sex scented sheets

Repose and cigarettes smoked

Causes the mind to think

 

Of innocent eyes

That yet believe

With their frayed heart

Its centre pink

Is Folly the new bedfellow found?

Where love and lust meet

 

Sandra.M.Cooper

copyright 2003.


 

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Satisfaction

People are never satisfied

with what they've got,

 they buy lots of food

 then let it rot.

 

 Kids want to go outside,

 but when out want back in.

 Girls always think they're fat

 no matter how thin.

 

 Somebody will always have

 something better than yours,

 it’s an endless disease for

 which there is no cure.

 

 You want to get married,

 but then you part ways,

 never willing to work things out

 or set arguments straight.

 

 You complain about your families,

 but at least you've got one.

 Some people have no one to love them.

 

 Try living in a country,

 for which you have nothing,

 then you'd learn to appreciate what you've got,

 at least it's something.


~Deziraye Wald~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've just always been taught to love what you've got, cause your going to miss it once it's gone!

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I Want... 5-5-02

 

I want the happy
I want the sad
I want the good
and I want the bad

 

I want to laugh
I want to cry
I want to do
and I want to try

 

I want to want
I want to need
I want to hurt
and I want to bleed

 

I want the passion
I want the fury
I want to be judge
and I want to be jury

 

I want to love
I want to heal
I want to hate
But goddammit, I want to FEEL

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This kind of wrote itself in 5 minutes.  Very simple, but gets its point across.

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