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Posted: 2/12/2007 5:56:45 AM | Last one.
LAST LOOK
The warm summer’s breeze gently playing upon my face slowly awakens me. I delight in the sun’s glow and the soft grass I lie upon. Feeling both the warm golden light and the coolness of the grass on my naked flesh is a strange and yet pleasing combination.
Funny, I have never noticed this feeling before.
The clouds above, like cotton-candy, move ever so slowly against a background of blue. Two sparrows break the almost motionless scene with their wings outstretched floating lazily downward and finally alighting on a branch of a nearby tree. The sound of the rustling leaves made by the wind moving among the branches reaches my ears.
Funny, I have never noticed that gentle sound before.
In the distance, children frolic as only those without care may do. Their laughter, carried on the wind soon infects me with a sense of well-being.
Funny, I have never noticed the joy that watching children at play can bring.
The sounds of a stream as it flows against the rocks in its path can be heard. An unrelenting sound of nature. Another sound from nature’s orchestra.
Funny, I have never noticed that song before.
The scent of flowers permeated the air. It may seem silly, but I believe that I can distinguish one flower’s scent from another. The roses, marigolds, daisies, tulips, and the others. Yes, I can smell each fragrance.
Funny, I have never noticed the delicate aroma that each flower has.
I am glad I have come to this place. The serenity is overpowering. The pleasures of life have now made themselves known to me.
Funny, I have never taken the time to relax before.
The heaviness of sleep is now upon me, but I wish to remain awake and enjoy more of this peace. I know that I will never be able to return to this meadow. A force is pulling me away and I know I cannot refuse to go. I have lived my life. It is time for me to move on to my destiny. I will miss this meadow.
Funny, I have never noticed life before.
Copyright 1999 George P. ******
All rights reserved.
I wrote this after my dad died. He was a workaholic. He never spent time for himself nor for his family. | |
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Posted: 2/24/2007 6:16:47 PM | Friends
There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,
your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,
someone who's there through your good times and tears,
who stays by your side as your friend through the years.
- Autymn Skillings -
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Posted: 2/24/2007 6:47:30 PM | The Layers
Stanley Kunitz
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
whereever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
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Posted: 2/28/2007 7:40:18 AM | I'm not going to be there
by Samantha E Sternberg
The day I stop loving him
he will decide it's time to fall
in love with me
I'm not going to be there
The day I no longer care for him the
way I do now he will realize what a
mistake passing me by really was
The day another man sweeps me of my feet
will be the day he will miss me more
then ever
I'm not going to be there
The day I stop loving him he will decide
it's time to fall in love with me
I'm not going to be there
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Shattered Love
by Katy
Hop up in your car
Take her for a ride
Go ahead just ignore
What you feel inside
Be rid of all the drama
Make it so it makes sense
But don't be whining for me
'Cause I'm not coming back
You chose her
That's your choice
I encourage you
To listen to your own voice
Don't be afraid
To say what you feel
Do that and babe
Our love's always real
You and I - there's only one
You and I - used to have so much fun
Together I remember the two of us
But now it's just shattered love
I can't ever get back what you took from me
Now it's all just a memory
It wasn't meant to be
It wasn't destiny
Call it what you want
But I know you still want me
Don't shy away
From what you feel
Do that, babe and
Our love's always real
You and I - there's only one
You and I - used to have so much fun
Together I remember the two of us
But now it's just shattered love
I can't ever get back what you took from me
Now it's all a memory
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Posted: 3/8/2007 1:41:36 PM | | Kobe Allen Clark May 22,2001 to December 18,2001 My beloved son Beautiful bundle of joy Angelic eyes Bouncing on daddy's knee Young and so innocent Kisses so soft Only one chance at life But he lost the fight Even God couldn't help that fateful night Rest In Peace In heaven we'll meet Pain no more, my angel so sweet | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 5:11:37 PM | | Ohhhhhhhh Matt......that was so sweet and sad!!!!! My heart goes out to you sweetie............Hes a beautiful Angel in Heaven...........playing and laughing...........you will see him again one day..........God needed him for something important.............More important than we know! | |
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Posted: 3/16/2007 5:44:20 PM | May bleeding piles distress you
May corns adorn your feet
May Crabs the size of Lobsters
crawl up your a$$ to eat.
And when you're old and feeble
just a syphalletic wreck
May your head fall through your bung hole
and break your freakin' neck.
Sorry for the bitterness, but I have some personal issues. | |
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Posted: 4/2/2007 9:01:30 AM | No Man
By La Belle Rouge
i could have a man, or men
convenient and handsome enough
some young enough to be my son
but i don’t want, just any man
i want a man worthy of my love
deserving of my respect
a man who knows how to appreciate
the finer things in life
such as a woman with a brain and soul
as well as a body
a man who has lived and loved
and perhaps loved and lost
i want a mature man who knows
how to treat a lady with kindness
and make her feel cherished
and intensely desired... everyday
a man who knows how rare and precious
the true love of a real woman is
one who will respect my opinions
and grant my desires, when he can
who will let me spoil him a bit
and make him feel like king of my world
a tender man, but as strong as me
and just as, or more, sensually passionate
i don’t want a man i can never touch
who can never hold and kiss me
who would not move heaven and earth
to enfold me in his arms and make love to me
i’ll have such a man someday
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Posted: 4/2/2007 9:04:22 AM | WOMAN'S POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
MAN'S POEM
I pray for a deaf mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
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Posted: 4/2/2007 11:43:17 AM | Could You Be The One For Me?
by LoveBug
Could you be the one for me?
Could you be my find?
Could it be, after all this time,
Fate is going to be kind?
Could you be the one for me,
The one to help me forget
The man that broke my heart, my soul
The man that haunts me yet?
You tell me that I'm beautiful
Something I've never heard
But the one still lives here in my mind
That couldn't spare a kind word
It's going to be hard to forget
And pick up the pieces he left
Could you be the one to teach
How to love again and forget?
Could you be the one to come
And mend my broken heart?
Are you willing to piece together
What another broke apart?
It won't be an easy job, you see
My road has been long and rough
And the heart that was once so soft
Is now shut, locked, and tough
But I can feel my heart open again
It's opening for you
Just come in, and love me back
That's all you have to do
I must ask you one small thing
Before we kiss and part
Please be nice and kind to me
I'm tired of broken hearts
This is TRUE I am SOOOOOOOOOOO tired of broken hearts!!! | |
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Posted: 4/6/2007 6:33:46 PM | I used to write quite a bit of poetry, although the muse hasn't visited in a few years... Here are a couple of my favorites:
Sometimes was the mantra of me as a 19 year old man... Amazing that I am now almost twice the age of when I wrote it, and it still fits me...
Sometimes (c) 1992, EastColsGeek
Sometimes, I wonder,
What has happened to this world?
Sometimes, I cry,
When I see how much hurt is in it...
Sometimes, I laugh,
Seeing the happiness that some people share,
Sometimes, I ponder,
How have we all made it this far?
Sometimes, I feared,
That the human race was going to end,
Sometimes, I cringed,
When I heard of the atrocities that are committed...
Sometimes, I think,
Are we going to make it?
And then one day, it was all clear to me....
Sometimes, we have to try,
To help other people out,
Sometimes, we must suffer,
So that other people do not,
Sometimes, we must be strong,
And support those with less faith,
Sometimes, we must cry,
To cleanse or hearts,
Sometimes, we must care,
If we don't, who will?
Sometimes, we must stand together,
So the group does not fall,
Sometimes, we must fall,
So that we learn how to get up,
Sometimes, we must be stronger,
So that another can lean on us,
Sometimes, we must show love,
In order to be loved,
And sometimes,
Loving is the thing that makes everything else matter.
Even at 19, I knew I wanted to be a Dad... Again, every bit as true now as then.
Hey You! (c) 1992 Jerod J. Husvar
Hey You!
Yeah You! Pushing that junk,
Man, don't you know what you are doing?
You Damned little punk!
You're destroying our future,
With your crack, coke and pot,
People like you should be locked up,
And left to rot!
You know that kid that OD'd, Johnie?
Do you know who he was supposed to be???
The man that cured AIDS,
Before he was 23!
You know that woman, Mary?
HEY! You just hush!
She was to be the first woman president,
Before you turned her brain to mush!
But what do you care?
All you love is the cash...
And so you keep pumping our kids full
Of acid, speed, and hash...
You slip through the justice system,
Like a hot knife through butter,
You don't even care,
Who you just left dead in the gutter...
I hope that you hear this,
And learn a lesson, maybe...
Because GOD won't be able to protect you,
If you ever hurt MY baby!
I think this was a rant against Daily Savings Time or something. :)
The Night, (c) 1992, Jerod J. Husvar
The sun goes down,
Slowly taking with it the light,
Bringing alive another half of existence,
Unknown to those who fear the night.
Lovers come together,
Safe in each other's arms,
The farm hands put the animals down,
On the family farms.
Worlds of magic open,
On the large, silver screen,
People go to watch Connery,
Or perhaps Mickey, or James Dean.
The workmen gather together,
And hop into a car,
To play darts, shoot pool, or drink a beer,
At the neighborhood bar.
Teenage lovers sneak off,
To go parking on Lovers Lane,
Knowing if Father catches her,
They're both going to be in a world of pain.
Come into the world of darkness,
And don't bother bringing a gun,
You won't need _that_ here,
The night is a world of fun!
So many people feel that
The night is the end??
Come into it, and be alive,
And please, bring a friend!
Final one for now...
That Someone Knows, (c) 1993, Jerod J. Husvar
From the moment we are born
We are all together in spirit,
Working towards the goal of happiness,
And helping those who fear it.
We build each day
A life that changes and grows,
That knows no limits
And that can take all of the world's blows.
We are all strong creatures
We learn and love and think,
And somehow we can always pull ourselves
Back from the very brink.
Perhaps it is the time we spend
Safely in our dreams,
That allows us to build protections
That shelter us from the world's painful screams.
Or maybe it is the knowledge
That there will always be around,
Others who are like us and
Who will help us stay on safer ground.
We are not solitary creatures
But rather we work as teams,
There are always those who will be around
No matter how bad life seems.
When we work together
We will have neither limits nor ends,
We can all soar as the eagle
With the support of our friends. | |
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Posted: 4/6/2007 6:35:29 PM | And when our time is over
And our life draws to a close,
We'll rest secure in the knowledge
That our life goes on in another we touched, and forever grows.
To be remembered for the good we did
And for what we built and shared,
All we really need to leave behind us is
That someone knows we loved and cared. | |
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Posted: 4/6/2007 10:29:22 PM | You don't deserve my tears
© By Jeri-Lynn Foreman
For five months I have waited
And held all my tears
But last night I let them flow
I never again wanted to cry for you
Because of what you did
You don't deserve my tears
Because of what you did
I Gave up
I find no hope in humanity
Because of what you did
I see no love in a heart
I look for the corruption
Because of what you did
I no longer care
I try not to feel
I try not to cry
You don't deserve my tears
Because of what you did
I lost the only thing that made me happy
You were what got me through each day
But because of what you did
I don't know what to do
All that is left is tears
Tears that have been waiting to fall
Waiting for me to break
Waiting for me to admit
That I miss your love
But you don't deserve me
Because of what you did
I am now lost
Alone without you or anybody else
You don't deserve my tears
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Posted: 4/13/2007 11:27:43 AM | Here are a couple of differnt works I wrote. One to a lover, a couple others were for fun. :)
Sitting By the Lakeshore, (c) 1996, Jerod J. Husvar
Sitting on a shoreline
On a bright and sunny day,
The Cleveland skyline beside me
Across the torrid bay.
People all around me
Enjoying the afternoon sun,
Fishermen, sailors, pilots
All experiencing their own type of fun.
The wind is blowing briskly
Causing the waves to rise and fall,
The freshness of its scent
To the soul is an eerie call.
A speedboat rounds the breakwall
With a loud and glorious roar,
The spray and wake it casts
Causes the heart to soar.
This place is quite refreshing,
Making my soul fresh and new,
My only regret is being alone
Instead of sharing it with you.
Raven Feedback, © 1997, Jerod J. Husvar
We soar through the air
But find our meals on the ground,
We’ve a keener sense for death
Than any vulture or blood-hound.
Some say that we carry souls,
Which may or may not be true,
And even if it be so
The soul we carry today may not be you.
We’ve been to every battle
Since the start of Man-kind,
Maybe we just find a good meal…
After all, the dead don’t mind.
We clean up your wasted life
It’s a job we well know
For you humans seem to shed blood
Anywhere on this earth you go.
And so remember, my dear,
The next time we visit your hood,
That we are not are not inherently evil
We’re just misunderstood.
Welcome, © 1997, Jerod J. Husvar
Welcome to my lair, my dear,
Come in and have some wine?
Oh my how the candle light
Makes your beauty even more divine.
Don’t mind my eyes, my dear,
I’m simply taking a minute to admire
How your eyes and hair glisten
In the light of the hearth’s fire.
My my you are so chilled, my dear,
Let me warm you gently in my arms
I will help take this chill from your flesh
As I caress away all the world’s harms.
Let me hold you neck, my dear,
As I quickly dispel your fright
I’ll show you that bites aren’t always painful
As my steamy breath fogs your sight.
Let my soft lips and tongue, my dear,
Stir you into an insanity of screams
As the passions works through our bodies
Until we erupt in fountains and streams.
Welcome to my lair, my dear,
Please don’t mind my eyes
You’ve no idea how beautiful you look
By the new light of sunrise.
What’s so great about sunrises? (C) 1997, Jerod J. Husvar
Much has been written
And quite a bit more I guess has been said,
About the glory of sunrises,
If you ask me, these people aren’t quite right in the head!
Each morning like clockwork
The sun brings out its hot ugly face,
And those who prefer the cool dark
Begin to scurry off to a safer space.
With the dawn comes daily partings
Of lovers who’d rather stay snuggled in bed,
Forced apart by the sun’s light
And man’s need to earn the daily bread.
Sunrises aren’t all that pretty
It just sort of appears,
But sunsets are glorious
Because we know the night draws near.
Every days starts the same
The magic creatures all away run,
Until another nightfall draws close
Sunrise interrupts all the fun.
So I ask you quite seriously
With all of their ugly little surprises,
Please tell me, oh tell me...
What’s so great about sunrises? | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 12:10:27 PM | Reborn
Barren branches whence golden leaves once fell burst new life!
'Tis true in the circle of our lives.
To bury the wrath of the past and embrace life anew,
Pace forward, a new life shall set you free.......
I wrote this when I left the ex. Wanted to name it 'Burying Butthead'. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 6:30:14 AM | Temptress
Say you, that you love this woman ?
What means has she of holding your heart ?
What trickery has she used to enslave you?
Be she temptress,
or vixen,
or winged angel,
How comes she to know the hidden
Desires of your mind ?
Has her touch branded you,
left its mark upon skin and soul,
left you afraid to move,
lest the sultry caress
Become only a memory ?
Does she sing sweet,
melodic love songs that
Invade your very soul ?
Be she a minstrel of words,
capturing you with lyrics of
Honey coated inspiration ?
Are her hands soft, her arms
open and inviting ?
Her eyes...do they mesmerize you,
cradle you in warmth,
Wrapping you in the soft gaze
only lovers know ?
Confess
that I might know where
I begin,
and the past which
holds you captive,
A temptress. | |
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Posted: 4/15/2007 12:22:43 PM | I Haven’t Met her Yet
When I was young I remember being told;
Someday I’d meet an Angel … an Angel to hold.
And as the years passed, with each girl I met;
I’d say to myself, “I haven’t met her yet.”
Then the day finally arrived when I was sure;
I had met my Angel … yes, it had to be her.
She caught my eye and captured my heart;
And it marked the beginning of a wonderful start.
From that day forward … it seemed as though;
What I was told in my youth really was so.
I had found my Angel and it was true she was mine;
Surely we’d stay together for the rest of all time.
But people change and no one is spared;
And it matters not that their loved ones have cared.
And so it was with this Angel, this Angel of mine;
But I chose not to see it and ignore all the signs.
Until the day finally came when I could ignore no longer;
And with each passing day, the truth only grew stronger.
My path was so clear … a divorce I would get;
And I thought to myself, “I haven’t met her yet..”
The days that followed were difficult and long;
But for the sake of my children I tried to stay strong.
Life continues even in the most difficult of days;
And with the help of the Father I found my way.
For the next few years, I chose to work on me;
Until I could look in the mirror and like what I see.
So a new day is here and my mission is set;
As I say to myself, “I haven’t met her yet.”
Gary | |
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Posted: 4/18/2007 7:04:03 PM | TETHERED R.C. ROBINSON
LOVE ME JUST ENOUGH , ALLOW ME THE FREEDOM TO RELEASE THE CHILD THAT I HOLD WITHIN .
BE THERE FOR ME , ON THOSE DAYS WHEN YOU FEEL MY SPIRIT SLIP AND FADE.
WATCH ME FROM AFAR , WHEN TRY WITH ALL MY HEART ,THOUGH I KNOW I CAN'T WIN ,
UNDERSTAND ME FOR MY ARROGANCE , FOOLISHLY PERSECUTE MYSELF FOR MISTAKES I'VE MADE .
PLEASE DON'T LIVE IN MY BACK POCKET , THERE ARE TIMES WHEN I WILL STUMBLE AND FALL ,
RESPECT ME FOR WHAT I APPEAR TO BE , IT'S JUST MY CAMOUFLAGE I CAN NEVER GIVE UP.
LET ME RUN WITH RECKLESS ABANDON ,HEAD FIRST , OFFER ME YOUR HAND , I'LL NEED IT MOST OF ALL .
WIPE AWAY MY TEARS , TELL ME "IT'S TIME TO SUCK IT UP AND BE TOUGH".
IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR? A LOVE THAT LET'S ME MAKE MISTAKES , SOMEONE IN MY LIFE WHO'LL STAY.
ALLOW ME TO HAVE SHORTCOMINGS . WOULD YOU RACE THROUGH LIFE WITH ME , UNFETTERED ?
KNOWING I DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS AND AT TIMES WE'D LOSE OUR WAY ,
IF I DRIFT TOO FAR FROM MY APPOINTED PATH , WILL YOU REACH FOR ME ? KEEP ME, TETHERED .
FORGIVE ME FOR MY TEMPER , SEEMS I LASH OUT THE MOST TO THE ONES THAT I LOVE ,
]FOR I WILL BE YOUR LOVE RIVER , STARTING SMALL . WITH TWISTS AND TURNS, A LARGE PART OF YOU IN THE END .
ANTICIPATE , I MAY BE HARD ON YOU . LOOK FORWARD TO DAYS , HANDLING ME WITH KID GLOVES ,
CANDLE LIT NIGHTS , LOVING YOU . MY SOLEMN PROMISE , I'LL ALWAYS BE YOUR BEST FRIEND .
I WILL BE YOUR PHOENIX . A COMET TO FLASH THROUGH YOUR LIFE'S SKY .AT TIMES I'LL MAKE YOU HATE YOURSELF . ASK HOW "YOU GOT TANGLED UP IN THIS" ? A LOOK IN MY EYES , TOUCH OF MY HAND , WILL CAUSE YOU TO FORGET . "WHY"?
OUR LIVES AT WARP EIGHT . TO SUDDENLY STOP AND ASK YOU FOR A HUG AND A KISS ,
A LITTLE SORROW SPRINKLED ON A LOT OF JOY . LEND ME YOUR LIFE , TIL THE DAY THAT I DIE .
I CAN MAKE FEW PROMISES . FOR ALL THAT I AM OR HOPE TO BE, KNOW THAT IT IS REAL ,
TOO MUCH TO ASK ? I SEEK A LOVE WHO WILL PASS , LOOKING WELL WORN AND WEATHERED ,
I'LL DO MY DAMNEDEST TO FORCE YOU TO THINK , NOT A DAY FROM NOW THAT YOU WON'T FEEL.
YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE AND YOUR BEST DREAM , I SWEAR , "IF YOU'LL JUST KEEP ME, TETHERED".
This was written for a soul mate. It was my explanation of me. | |
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Posted: 4/25/2007 6:58:32 PM | This poem describes alot of what my life has been like this past year... Looking back at where I was a year ago to who I am today and the all of the different paths that has made me who I am now....
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EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON
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Sometimes people come into your life
and you know right away that they were meant to be there,
they serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson
or help figure out who you are or who you want to become.
You never know who these people may be;
your roommate, your neighbor, professor, long lost friend, lover
or even a complete stranger who, when you lock eyes with them,
you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.
And sometimes things happen to you
and at the time they seem horrible, painful and unfair,
but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles
you would never have realized your potential, strength, will power of heart.
Everything happens for a reason.
Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck.
Illness, injury, love, lost moments or true greatness and sheer stupidity
all occur to test the limits of the soul.
Without these small tests,
if they be events, illnesses or relationships,
life would be like a smooth paved, straight, flat road to nowhere.
Safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.
The people you meet who affect your life and successes and downfalls you experience,
they are the ones who create who you are.
Even the bad experience can be learned from...
Those lessons are the hardest and probably the most important ones.
If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart...
forgive them,
for they have helped you learn about trust
and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.
If someone loves you,
love them back unconditionally,
not only because they love you,
but because they are teaching you to love
and opening your heart and eyes to things
you would have never seen or felt without them.
Make every day count.
Appreciate every moment
and take from it everything that you possibly can,
for you may never be able to experience it again.
Talk to people you have never talked to before,
and actually listen,
let yourself fall in love,
break free and set your sights high.
You can make of your life anything you wish.
Create your own life and then go out and live it.
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Posted: 6/4/2007 7:14:37 PM | The empty feeling of being alone,
When the one you love has suddenly flown,
The lonliness felt deep down inside,
No night has passed that I have not cried.
My bestest friend he had become,
But suddenly now my emotions are all numb.
I was certain a message had come from above,
and had given me permission to give him my love.
The darkness is now starting to set in,
I fear that I will never be able to love again.
The pain that I've endured seems to be more than I can bare,
I feel as if noone will even care.
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Posted: 6/4/2007 8:58:14 PM | You were the love of my life
Keeper of my heart
I thought you would stay with me forever
and that we would never part
You were everything to me
My lover and my best friend
But now it seems I'll only see you in my dreams
Because you want it all to come to an end
I don't know what it was
That made me fall so fast
I just wanted to be with you forever
Because I just knew we could make it last
I wish I would have explained
How much you meant to me
We had a kind of love
That the whole world could see
You were the Creator of my world
and I wanted to tell you this....
I fell in love with you
The night of our very first Kiss
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