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My Vision
21:42 Jul 30 2007
Times Read: 849

I'm a river--I'm flowing--I'm changing--I'm growing

into the person that I'm meant to be.

I'm a fire that's burning for truth and I'm learning that all of my strength is inside of me.

I'm a cool breeze that's showing where my life is going--my spirit's refreshed--my mind is set free.

I'm a flower--I'm blooming but I'm not assuming that my life will become a fantasy--I'm embracing my reality!

A Teardrop Explodes
21:37 Jul 30 2007
Times Read: 850

A teardrop rolls

Onto her cheek,

Hits the floor

And explodes.



It floods her room

Floods her life.

It gets so deep.

She must go.



She has to run,

Though seen by none.

Here it comes -

Blurring the sun.



It devours all the land

Soaking what was dry.

All she sees is its vast span,

Wishing she could die.



Deeper, deeper!

She’s sucked down.

Deeper, deeper!

She is drowned.



In an awkward place…

Her hand on her face

Wipes the tear from her eye -

Suddenly all is dry.

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass.
22:14 Jul 29 2007
Times Read: 854

The first time i heard this poem was in a film called 'Dead poets society', it starred Robin Williams -- a truely recommended film.







O Captain! My Captain!





CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.



Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.



My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

William Henry Davies (1871-1940)
21:48 Jul 29 2007
Times Read: 855




What is life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.



I learnt this poem at school and it stuck, thank G-d something did!

my dad by dominique lawrence aged 9
16:25 Jul 29 2007
Times Read: 857

my dads good, my dads cool

he ain't nobodys fool

hes sweet and kind

when im bad hes blind hihi

i love him more

dont like that, huh? there's the door



DOMINIQUE LAWRENCE

HEY THERE PRETTY ONE
16:03 Jul 29 2007
Times Read: 862

Hey, pretty one

Have you seen what you've done ?



You've broken my heart in two.



One day when you're older,

and you're future has past

You'll find your beauty won't last.



When the traces of time

show in every line.



Remember,

I still love you, pretty one.

Pretty one.

I Smiled
21:37 Jul 27 2007
Times Read: 865

I smiled,

like everything was alright.

I laughed,

like things were funny.

I sang,

like there were things to sing about.

I ran,

as if I were eager to run.



But that smile hid a frown,

and my laughs hid my tears.

My dance kept me from falling.

And running made it hard to stop....

TRUE PAIN
22:25 Jul 20 2007
Times Read: 877

when your throat starts to clench

& tingle & your heart gets so warm

the heat travels through your body,

when your stomach starts to feel

those unforgiving butterflies that

spark the instant flow of tears.

that's

the worst pain you'll ever feel.

that

is your heart breaking..

After A While ---- Veronica A. Shoffstall
21:43 Jul 20 2007
Times Read: 879








After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn

that love doesn't mean leaning

and company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren't contracts

and presents aren't promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow's ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone

to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

you really are strong

you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodbye, you learn...



Veronica A. Shoffstall

THE DARKNESS
18:50 Jul 19 2007
Times Read: 884

The Darkness:

If only it were so simple,

to cruise through life smelling roses;

but the obstacles blacken the countryside,

and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.



Dreams sustain us through the madness;

goals give a finish line to our race.

Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,

and remain elusive throughout the quest.



Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;

we will drag them with us to slow us down.

The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us

to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.



Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us.

Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.

The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,

yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.



There are others trying to race to the end;

occasionally, we bump into one or two.

The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely

but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.



Alone is not a bad way to be;

it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.

Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,

but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.

HEAR ME
18:47 Jul 19 2007
Times Read: 886

I am everywhere I am your brother, your sister I am your son and your daughter I am your friend,

your neighbour I am your classmate, your teacher

I am a doctor, lawyer, or athlete I am a soldier I am

a preacher I am everywhere And I am me But that's okay Because I am normal I am white, black, Hispanic, Asian I am tall or short, fat or skinny I am ugly and I am beautiful I am human I have needs just like you I love and I hate I get hurt but I heal I cry but I fight back

I am scared but I have courage I am insecure yet I have pride I am everywhere And everywhere I surround you So do not hate me for I am not alone I am not evil

I am not a sinner I am not lost or confused I am not diseased or disturbed I am not you

And I will not be refused What I am I was, is, and forever shall be What I am I did not choose to be.

Love me if you can for who I am, what I am, Love me for what I can be, what I will achieve Love me, or hate me, but you will no longer ignore me .