Poetry
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the victorious
---by Liz Wolfe---
and in the end only one was left standing,
proud of her courage and valor.
participating in the fight as well as her brothers
and men that had died for a lessor cause.
standing noble in the path,
watching the smoke clear....
the whole time knowing...
that life is a commitment to self.
Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday
---by Ruth Anne Whitsitt---
Yesterdays, compose my past
And foreshadow my Todays
They are what make me who I am,
Who I am inside anyways,
Outside I can be whatever I want,
What I am Tomorrow is how I deal with
Yesterday Today
Keep Believing in Yourself and Your Special Dream
---by Deanna Beisser---
There may be days when you get up in the morning,
and things aren't the way you hoped they would be.
That's when you have to
tell yourself that things will get better.
There are times when people
disappoint you and let you down,
but those are the times when you must remind yourself
to trust your own judgements and opinions,
to keep your life focused on believing in yourself
and all that you are capable of.
There will be challenges to face and changes to make in your life,
and it is up to you to accept them.
Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction for you.
It may not be easy at times,
but in those times of struggle
you will find a stronger sense of who you are,
and you will also see yourself developing into the person
you have always wanted to be.
Life is a journey through time,
filled with many choices:
each of us will experience life in our own special way.
So when the days come that are filled
with frustration and unexpected responsibilites,
remember to believe in yourself and all you want your life to be,
because the challenges and changes will only help you to find
the dreams that you know are meant to come true for you.
This Day Like Any Other Day
---by Tami---
I lie alone afraid to face the day,
for I know this day will be worse than death.
If I were dead I would not feel the pain I feel everyday.
I sit and think I don't want to be dead,
I just see no reason left to live.
Life to me is worth less that death.
I feel like I want to cry, but to cry only makes things worse.
My reason left for living is,
I can do something even most men cannot.
I can hide my tears.
This I know kills me,
but at the same time gives me reason to live.
Death's Poem
---by Liz Wolfe---
I have never taken death unto me,
never tasted his sweet kiss.
Not knowing death in a personal fashion,
not knowing what ive missed.
Only having met the need,
only having a chance,
only having heard the poems of death
that brought to me romance.
Now romancing deaths heart
only wanting to know.
Is this poetry for me or for all others to show.
So in the book i write deaths words
and in my heart resides.
A poem that death wrote of love
of the way that he lived and died.
passionate hand
---by Liz Wolfe---
i have seen the cold kiss of death in and take the one i love,
i have heard the babies cry with life given from above,
i have seen the old and dying lose their time and mind,
i have prayed that when my time comes the attendent will be kind,
i have only one wish that i can share of love for fellow man,
when its my time to leave this plane i can hold a passionate hand.
Shades of Life
---by Liz Wolfe---
life is just one day at a time..... day after day....
no right no wrongs... only shades of gray....
let the heart that drives you see above the night ....
let the ties that bind you take flight....
seeing into the next day could be a fatal error...
let the heart and soul that drive you there beware..
Chains of Comfort
---by Liz Wolfe---
chains of love are the ties that bind,
only loosened by the minds eye,
seeking comfort the care of the human heart,
some can no longer bear the weight and crumble .. withering to nothingness....
dying a cold and miserable death..
never seeking love nor knowing the rapture of its rewards.
Foolish Child
---by Liz Wolfe---
foolish child... pity has no place.
foolish child,,,, to the world loves no disgrace.
pity me not for i will live the life i choose,
pity me not for you have not time nor space to lose.
i came in peace and in peace i shall go,
departing this place taking with me the love and happiness i know...
I Love You
---by Liz Wolfe---
All i wanted were 3 little words,
unfortunately it was never heard.
They could have changed my life, this is true,
all i ever needed was I LOVE YOU.
The doctor told them this must be,
this family's in need therapy.
'She doesn't seem to have a problem alone.'
He said in his digusted tone.
My father stated: 'shes nuts, not me'
'i dont need your therapy.'.
So to this day i have not been told,
words ive needed from seven years old.
At my mothers death, it cut like a knife,
father says i am being paid back for my life.
When all i ever wanted or needed to hear,
were those little words--'I LOVE YOU DEAR'.
Edies' World
---by Liz Wolfe---
in Edies' world
its a quiet place
but in the distance
she hears the thunder.
'rains comin' she calls
a bent old womans
empassioned memorys
of youthfulness, a time lost
to an old mind,
one that plays tricks
a garden she sees
but to me its just a hallway.
i dont see the garden
Edie poking my hand
poke the weeds in the wall
i wondered then where edie was,
lost in a time happily
where only garden walls stood
these sterile walls were lost
she saw them not, she was free.
from then on i walked with edie
we talked of the poppies
and the garden walls
and the freedom she had
that i envied so badly
out to the freedom
in the air, breathable air
not locked behind a wall,
not locked in sterility
free to live, only in the mind
Edie died that spring
alzehimer's they say
but to me Edie just found her way
to finally leave the wall behind
and be in the gardens freedom.
they took her home to rest
among the flowers i was told
the eternal ground she loved
they gave her to the garden
to nuture the flowers.
Push and Pull
---by Liz Wolfe---
you have pushed me and pulled me all this time.
until i thought i would lose my mind.
you have given me reasons to doubt as i stood to cry
left me here sad and crying to wonder why
you have told me that you didnt want me, i cause stress
then you changed your mind again, i guess.
whenever i get my feet solid on the ground
it never fails, thats when you come around
first you say you dont love me then you say you do
come on really, what am i suppose to do?
you know that i cant walk away for ive always bow to your will
i guess you would just say i love you still.
but somewhere in this push and pull you have to set me free
to live my life, to take my turn, to love, just to be me
go back to she thats waiting, go back to her i say,
say your words, make your peace, tell her you'll stay
no i am not listening to your words this time around
no i am not listening ive got my feet upon the ground
ive heard all the im sorries that ive ever wanted to hear
this time i dont want you to hold me or even want you near
for last time when you push me and i fell to the ground
there was a man watching, there were others around
and his words of kindness helped drive away the fears
his words stopped the sadness i cried and dried up my tears
he told me hello darlin, he held me by his side
he sat and listen to my tale and took it all instride
i told him of the push and pull and how it came to be
and when my tale had ended, i felt better about me
Blood Cut Wrist
---by Andrew Eastwood---
Blood Cut Wrist, yes it does exist..
living this life, dying like this..
kill me once, I don't notice..
my mind is kinda outta focus..
take a trip inside, I dare ya to..
I know what it's like I've been there too..
end of living, is livings end..
I always snap, I never bend...
Spell you cast
---by Andrew Eastwood---
Silence, death, and time passed,
living inside the spell you cast..
hiding and waiting, watching the time..
making words and sentances rhyme..
seeing all of the blood thats curled..
My life seems so far out of this world..
Not realising the truths that fade...
look at the mess my life has made..
I know that I am a kinda silly..
and the wind that blows is pretty chilly..
Cold on the outside, and within..
throw me away, put me in the bin..
don't take a trip into my mind..
cause you never know what you might find..
Now I know I'm gonna die...
I can't help that, and I don't know why....
Painful times
---by Andrew Eastwood---
What is there to gain,
when all you get is pain..
living or dying, it's all the same,
you gotta learn the rules to the game..
Stepping carefully, taking your time,
Listening to each bell that dares to chime..
Waiting, waiting for the moment to pass..
Depressed in everyway, how can I last...
My Memory faded from that flower..
Slowly losing all my power..
Fading into the distant darkness...
People couldn't really care less..
My time is over, death now comes..
I can hear the sound of beating drums.......
Soul Near Death
---by Andrew Eastwood---
The Soul near death, was finally saved
Following the large path that had been paved
Waiting for the chance to end it all..
Living through hell, waiting for that call..
Transcending moves, and silent sound..
Making the world go around and around..
Take me, take me to the place I love...
The place where leaves fall from above...
Dying shadows take their place..
Hiding my scared and tired face..
Nearing the end, I must stop here..
There's no need to shed a tear..
Put me to Rest
---by Andrew Eastwood---
Hit me in the head...
I don't mind if I'm dead...
Shoot me, stab me..
let death grab me..
kill me just for fun..
do it with a gun.. it won't take too long..
killing me isn't wrong..
Attack me, break me..
Cause you'll never ever make me
listen to the sounds of death..
put me to rest.. put me to rest..
Solitare times
---by Andrew Eastwood---
Solitare times, with patient moves..
Leaving ever so much to choose...
What friends are they?? They are not friends..
Each friendship I have always bends..
Midnight turns, and worlds await..
giving me time to decide my fate...
Leaning on a foundation not so strong..
Trying to find out where I went wrong..
Loving the way I live today..
Being myself, in everyway...
Time and Peace
---by Andrew Eastwood---
Ancient worlds, forgotten times..
Ringing bells always seem to chime..
Reminding me of the long time passed..
Leaving me to be quiet and masked..
Voices spinning around and around..
Too much noise, and too much sound..
Thinking like this is too profound..
Will the truth ever be found??
Lurking and finding my true belief..
Having good friends is such a relief..
giving refuge to the living souls..
Niceness is the one that rolls..
time and peace is what I ask for..
Never wanted anything more..
Born in '79
---by Andrew Eastwood---
Born in '79, not a doubt in my mind..
Turned 1 in '80, never thought you'd hate me..
Turned 2 in '81, that year could have been fun..
Turned 3 in '82, never knew I'd know you..
Turned 4 in '83, that year was so free..
Turned 5 in '84, I couldnt have asked for more..
Turned 6 in '85, Why the hell was I alive??
Turned 7 in '86, by then I learnt some tricks
Turned 8 in '87, I was so uneven....
Turned 9 in '88, Never knew of the soon to come fate....
Turned 10 in '89, Never thought that I'd be dyin'..
Turned 11 in '90, People never seemed to like me..
Turned 12 in '91, My years were almost done...
Turned 13 in '92, That's when I first saw you...
Turned 14 in '93, you never noticed me..
Turned 15 in '94, fate was knocking on my door..
Turned 16 in '95, two years left of life..
Turned 17 in '96, Thats when I lost my tricks..
Didn't turn 18 in '97, because by then I had gone to heaven..
through all the year, and all the tears,
I couldn't hide from my greatest fears..
Now I lay down here to die...
No one will notice, no one will cry....
Tears
---by Will Breen---
A single tear squeezed by the eyes
is that like the drop of citrus
when the orange is torn apart.
One must look at the pain one suffers,
like the orange and the pain it suffers
when it's life blood is squeezed from it's heart
Because of the pain the orange has;
it can feed another
only to make them stronger inside.
So for me, the tear has been shed,
fell into my mouth,
making me stronger,
and cleansing my soul.
It is amazing what a tear can do.
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
---by N. Carrie Cohen---
Did you know that
The Boogie Man
comes out in the daylight?
Charming and witty sporting a politician's smile,
he'll toss sand in your eyes
and you'll smile back, while
he
Binds you
Blinds you
teases you out of a jug, like a cobra
with his lies.
They drip down the hourglass
tick tick tick
weighing you down as
the bed creeks and cricks.
An alcoholic nightmare that always ends the same
blood dripping down your wrists:
self-inflicted blame.
Baby lotion stings like iodine and
you fall back against your pillow
his pillow
in a drug induced slumber
prescription drugs, mind you
sinking, drowning in
pools of blood that won't clot
Blood Cheshire used to lap up like milk
Skim
Soy
1% chocolate
those for the lactose intolerant...
Unicorn horns litter the room like prizes won at a fair
so precious, so rare
a dying species who makes their final resting place in
a menagerie of broken beer bottles
scattered among their own kind.
For him life skips on-
out of sight, out of mind.
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"Dedication"
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