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Mary Jane Randall Poem
Did you hope I wouldn't notice you gave me empty words to drink?
well my tongues tasted more lies
than you would ever dare to think of.
You're not the only one with truth like poison in their veins.
whose ribs are shaped like cage
holding tightly to the pain
I knew even touched that wretched cup
pour a glass of words to cover what you hide
perhaps don't leave your secrets clinging tightly
to the side
but then again empty words.
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They may be Young but they see all
I was always told that I was to young to understand
what was going on in my family & my life
But I wasn't.
I was told to be a Sunday School teacher for high school teens
I was scared and I was afraid not to tell them about god
but scared and afraid of what to teach them
because I know in my heart that I'm a sinful person
I'm not perfect and no one is but I was surprised at the outcome of this class
I prayed to the heavenly father to help me, guide me.
I believe he did because at that moment question came to my mind
if I was a student how would I want to learn about god?
and I love to write so I got each student their personal notebook
I told them to write what ever comes to mind and if they want me to read it I will collected the books every first Sunday of the month.
I was surprised at how many notebooks I had to take home I read each and every notebook and cried. Because this teens have been through a lot and are still holding it all in.
all my problems seem to be less of a problem after the third and the fourth notebook. I have to admit I miss them all so dearly.
Growing up in a Samoan family became my burden, traditions that should help us grow was holding them back from fully blooming.
some Samoan family would never realize the heavy burden they have given their children to carry, while some Samoan family have looked outside the box and have given their children room to grow. Yet my students became my teachers, My sisters, My daughters. Each Sunday had them one by one teaching and read scripters from the bible discussing how it relates to us now.
they see a lot and they remember everything
yet they are told that they are to young to understand
I believe they grew up too fast they became adults.
while they are moving forward
the adults are still the adults
maybe we are to young to understand
but can they be to old to know to much yet they just don't care
I could never fully understand
God your will shall be done
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confronted with struggle
countless emotions simultaneously juggle
sometimes I win, sometimes I fail.
sleepless nights of wondering thoughts
flying through my mind like fire works
on the 4th of July
sometimes their great, sometimes their horrible.
Restless days of guilt clouds my better judgment's
pressure of being responsible for others
heavily hanging on my shoulders
sometimes falls lightly, sometimes I cant breathe
no matter what there's always a tale to be told
like a wave it is never calm but always there.
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Don't look for face
Nor color of skin
But look for a heart
Which is loyal within
For face turns old
And skin may fade
But a loyal heart
Is forever gold
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don't look for the flaws
as you go through life
even when you find them by accident
it is wise & kind to be somewhat blind
and look for the virtue behind them
life is to short to waste
slow down if your moving to fast
time is once
carefully choose and decide well
but then again I aint wise or kind
But I am blind
Blind to see all that
yet I know
but blind to take my own advice.........
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THE BLOOD HAS SHED
IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
FEEL THE INTRUDING LEAD
THE DRAINAGE NOT OF MY HANDS
BUT FLOWS DOWN MY BACK
IT WAS ONLY IN THE SANDS
WHERE YOU PLANNED YOUR ATTACK
EXECUTED WITHOUT FLAWS
WITH NO ISSUES AT HAND
YOU DUG DEEP WITH YOUR CLAWS
INTO A FACELESS LAND
YOUR FACE FULL OF LIES
WHEN GREET ME AT THAT PLACE
I SEE THROUGH YOUR DISGUISE
AND REJECT YOUR EMBRACE
THE WOUND YOU TRY TO HEAL
IS NOW A GAPING MAW
YOUR WORDS CAN NEVER CONCEAL
YOUR TRUE COLORS I SAW
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Mary Jane Randall Poem
My Dearest sister Stacie
how my heart ach
the pain and hurt I'm feeling leaving me with out words
I cant believe the News because I just talked to you last week.
My dearest Friend Stacie
what am I to do?
because I'm speechless, I have so much to tell you
but all I hear is silent and a picture of you mimicking everything I do
My dearest Stacie
memories of our high school times is on repeat like a playlist on your phone
in my mind. Annie, Lina, Tofi, Pauline Skipping school going to Pauline's house and hanging out, talking about anything and everything.
My dearest Stacie
Have a save trip and when you see my grandmother cause I know she's with your grandmother hanging out give her a kiss from me and tell her I miss n love her. My dearest Stacie don't worry Ill check on your mother now and then, But I'll even check on the kids and the hubby just to see if their alright. I LOVE YOU MY DEAREST SISTER SAFE TRAVELS
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THEY COULD NEVER IMAGINE
WHAT I HAVE TO GO THROUGH
THE DEPTH OF MY PAIN
AND THE DISABILITIES TOO
THEY COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND
HOW I STRUGGLE EVERYDAY
JUST TO LIVE MY LIFE
IN A MANAGEABLE WAY
THEY COULD NEVER COMPREHEND
WHY I FEEL SO MUCH PAIN
I HURT ALL OVER
SO HARD, TO SURVIVE THE STRAIN
THEY COULD NEVER GUITE BELIEVE
JUST HOW MUCH I ENDURE
WHAT I REALLY FACE
FOREVER HOPING FOR A CURE
THEY COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT I DEAL WITH
I AINT NO MOTHER, I AINT NO WIFE,
YET I SUPPORT THIS FAMILY DAY IN AND DAY OUT
WHAT I REALLY WANT IS A BREAK
UNDERSTAND ME PLEASE
THEY JUST NEVER COULD UNDERSTAND
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It boils within
Slowly poisoning all it touches
Corrupting all that is within
It has now reached a new level
A level i never thought existed
For it has boiled over everything
Everything i have, everything i worked to keep
For i am now totally corrupted
Drowning in poison
The poison of my life
The poison you help me create
The poison that has been growing within me
Anger, anger is that poison
The poison that is eating me alive
Corrupting everything, every cell of me
Turning me into a corruption
Corruption of poison
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Teach me to always dream
however it may never come true
but that's the best way to live life through
days teach me to dream high
never give up and always try
never let go or say goodbye
teach me that when there is darkness
for sure dawn is the next
and when everything is so tiring
for sure there would be time to rest
days teach me to always care for a friend
always be true and never pretend
always love with no end
and the broken hearts try to mend
teach me never to feel the hate
always be confident and never hesitate
always believe in fate
things happen for a reason
days teach me that lovers meet & stay together
and others are apart so
if you are one who have been left behind
don't cry don't suffer just search for a new start
teach me the past I must forget
and nothing needs my regret
to open my heart and forgive
cause that will help me to survive and live
days teach me to always offer my helping hand
and never doubt in people when there is no proof
and always try to understand
not to be shy, If I've done something wrong
teach me to admit and proud that I have learned
a lesson that will help me to be strong
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