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Hope

I have hope for the hatred and anger to settle.
I have hope the days to come I can weather,
I have hope there will be no more stones
thrown, Hope that no more children groan,
hope for there to be peace, hope that people
stop fighting for their peice,
hope no suffering man women or child loses
hope, Hope they soon stand together to
fight the greed, Hope for more of them to
read, read into this war or that unnessecary death.
I have hope tomorrow my grandchild or
children are still able to take a breath,
I HAVE HOPE

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Non-Existence

Twisted as if I am a sheet wrapped tightly in 
wind on a clothes line. 

Undone as if the clasp of my necklace has
broken.

Faded like no one notices or recognizes or
wants to hold me or hug me openly.

Sorrow is building inside myself am I alone
in this crazy world.

I am anxious to be around new people...you

people. 

My heart tightens my pulse quickens, my breath is taken away?
But why am I alone, I can't believe that or 

I would be nonexistent...

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Generation Why?

(This poem was in no way written in my feelings I was thinking about how the 
children that perform these acts of violence in todays society may fee being an 
outcast myself I understand some emotions that can be caused by cruel youth 
however no child deserve this)

I forgot my books today but remembered my gun,
   Not thinking twice about taking your son,
I am tired of being the outcast  the pain followed by giggles at my expense,
  Now they'll know why in my head this makes sense.
My incurable feelings incurable thoughts,
  My custody fighting parents and the gun they bought.
The top shelf in the closet buried deep within a box,
  Along with the despair as classmates words bruise like rocks.
You could blame parents, the media, the music, politics, the walls,
  But on this day I am blaming the kids falling in the halls.
Inside I scream for help but only laughter answers my cries,
  Darkness inside can be seen in my eyes.
My should understands that this is sadistic,
  Now your children are becoming a statistic.
No one will win this popularity contest,
  as there is only grieving parents left to contest.
Last generation listed as X, 
  This one is whY no room to express.
My final note written in a shaking hand,
  Will Death be forgotten in time with sand?

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Amber Arose

This morning I awoke to the emptiness of the
bedroom, aside from the Amber lit windows
captivating my still dreaming eyes.
I leaned to oversee the rolling mountainess
hills, the sun slowly rising to greet the
day. through the windows the light 
shattered the emptiness and I was overcome
with warmth and arose to the amber lit 
sky...

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A Day

To end the day with such calm.
To wake with morning chirping call
The day is filled with love and new
Each moment fills you 
then it is gone
Again it ends with such calm

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Lust

I struggle within myself to know the difference, A constant battle of truth,
Love, Lust, Love, Lust,
My hands quiver, My head spins, 
My heart throbs when you are near, 
holding me tightly against your hardened chest, I feel your hear throb too.
Our eyes connect, our bodies clash together in spasm, 
You grip the satin sheets and groan,
You don't have the same struggle as I.
love a false pretense seen in your dark eyes before we touch.

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Alone

Alone....
I think we have all felt this

I await, await here alone only wishing to hear the whispers 

of your oh so subtle firm but gentle voice, Something 

happened that took that all away, I had always figured it 

would be a blond with a super model shape. Only now I wish 

that was the case, HOW could you leave me alone....We all 

feel pain, hate, pity, sorrow, anger, lust, greed, greaf, 

and loneliness. How ironic that you leaving this place as 

the tears role down my pale cheeks that now I am truly 

alone. Aren't we all Alone, we struggle to become one and 

fit in, and fight for individuality, but inside are we all 

empty, depressed, horrifying, guilty, morbid, sad Alone...