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 Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 1:13 pm
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying
"Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the mask I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second natrue to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you teh impressionthat I'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command,
and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being
exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from teh glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it is followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love. It;s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine adn spontaneous and me,
bit you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time yoy're kind and gentle and evcouraging,
each time you try to understan because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am I, you may wounder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet,
and I am every woman you meet."
By Jill Zevallos-Solak
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 1:35 pm
Somebody Should Have Taught Him
"I went to a birthday party
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
so I had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on teh pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high.
because he chose to drink and drive
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell Daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven to
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
that it's wrong to dring and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say
I love you and good bye." Retold by Jane Watkins
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 8:10 pm
Untitled I know I'm not perfect what would you expect,
I'm that skrany dorky thing you've chosen to reject,
I hate your stupid insults your degrading puns,
The things that you say to make me mad,
Here's an idea I had I think it's just swell,
I sit with the father while you all rot in HELL!By Kelsey Linnen
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 6:45 pm
How to make a human
Take the cat out of the sphinx
and what is left? Riddle me that.
Take the horse from the centaur
and you tak away the sleek grace,
the strength of harnessed power.
What is left can still run across fields,
after a fashion, but is easily winded;
what is left will therefore erect buildings
to divide the open plains, so he no longer
must face the wide expanse where once
his equine legs raced the winds
and, sometimes, won.
Take the bull from the Minotaur
but what is left will still assemble
a herd for the sake of ruling over it.
What is left will kill for sport,
in an arena thronged with spectators
shouting "Ole!" at each deadly thrust.
Take the fish from the Merman:
What is left can still swim,
if only with lots of splashing; gone
is the sleek sliding through waves,
alert to the subtle changes in the current.
What is left will build ships
so he can cross the oceans without
getting his feet wet; what is left won;t care
if his boats pollute the seas he can no
longer breathe, so long as their passage
can keep him from sinking.
Take the goat from the satyr
but what is left will dance out of reach
before you have a chance
to get that Dionysian streak of mischief,
the love of music and wine, the rutting parts
that like to party all the day through.
What is left will still be stubborn and refuse
to give way; what is left will lock horns
and butt heads with anyone who challenges him.
Take teh bird from the harpy
but the memory of flying, a constant yearning ache
for skies so tantalizingly distant,
will still remain. as will the established pecking orders,
the btter squabblings over food and territory,
and the magpie eye that lusts for shiny objects.
What is left will cut down the whole forest
to feather his sprawling urban nest.
At the end of these operations,
tell me:What is left? The answer: Man,
a creature divorced from nature,
who's forgotten whe he came from.
By Lawrence Schimel
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 7:41 pm
Untitled
Brittney Baker,
You are my sun and stares,
you are my pride and joy,
you give me hope when I have none,
you bring laughter to thouse who have forgotten it,
you are like a in winter untouched by it's freazing winds,
or like a rose without it's torns,
I will wait for you,
If it takes days,
weeks,
even years.
A letter written to me before I left Omaha NE.
By Kyle Dinning (pronouced Denning)
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 2:17 pm
"Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."
-Robert Frost-
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
-Robert Frost-
"I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night."
-Robert frost-
((Can you tell I <3 Robert Frost's poems? xD ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:50 am
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
By Robert Frost
I love this poem too!
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:51 am
I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
Sarah Teasdale (1884-1933)
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:55 am
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
- Courtney Kuchta -
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:57 am
You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.
Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.
You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.
Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.
- Written and owned by Angela Lee Hillsley -
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