Monthly Archives: May 2012

My Passion

My Passion With one single move I can make magic The way I dance Is just a bad habit That I refuse to break But my chances to be great Exceed my own expectations All that means is I’m diligent

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Truth and Lies

Was it real? I can’t decipher the dream and my waking hours Who were you to me? If not a ghost, a muse, a redheaded fantasy Forcing notions of quixotic idealism Of a love to struggle and strive for Did

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Bittersweet Release

I am not his blown out birthday wish I am not his pot of gold or lucky charm I am not his redheaded freckled goose bumps I am not his gaze catching candied arm I am not his award-winning broken

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Memory of a Girl

She lies down in solitude Grasping for the sky Too frightened to move Too dead to cry Once full of promise So peaceful and light Now her past on her left The future, her right She dreams with her eyes

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Unrequited

A twisted turn of fate He changes me so sweet I feel it like a drug A rush from head to feet Ae switches off my brain Sets fire to my heart Giving me the world To tear it all

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Myself, For You

“Before you, I had me; which I had never concerned myself with. I was no one special – walking with my head down, mind filled with nothingness. Days went on. I remained unnoticed; a gray face… With you, I have

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Self Worth

In a day I realize that all the self loathing is nothing. I’ve hated who I was and what I’ve become. I’ve surrounded myself with negative people all my life. I found out through self examination that self worth takes

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Only By His Grace

Only by His Grace go I In this world of trouble I sigh I bring upon the trials I live Thanks be to God,  He forgives Blessings are what He has If we trust in Him to live Our lives

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Breathing

Breathing. Slowly. Steadily. The rush of everything I once knew and struggled so hard to remember was now losing meaning. The reason along with the memories themselves– I tried so hard not to forget –were now being let loose. Adrift

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The Tale of Slobenia Isle

Have you heard the tall tale ’bout Slobenia Isle? It sat off the coast of Shipshape, ‘bout a mile. A slobby old place, always in disarray. Messy and dirty most every day. Slobenia Isle was a land full of kids.

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