I totally posted a new poem up here so please read it and tell me all about it.
Thank you for your time.
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A Gift A heart knows what's right and wrong,A Gift by ~BeautifulDisgrace09
good or bad.
A heart expresses what the brain cannot,
eternal Love.
A heart encompasses all in a warm embrace,
a womb of care.
A heart gives all that it has for the greater good,
for everybody else.
A heart gives what is needed,
asking for nothing in return.
A garden grows beauty, power,
and Life.
A garden nurtures a seedling,
watching it live and mature.
A garden plants good deeds, actions,
and kindness.
A garden soaks up the sun's rays,
reflecting all that is bright.
A garden makes sure every leaf of every plant
receives all it needs to shine forth.
Just like a mother.


It You know sometimes I don't even know why I try.It by ~BeautifulDisgrace09
Why I try to make this mess of a life into something real.
Into something real with real parents, real clothes, a real life.
A real life where there are freedoms for me, you, and anyone else.
And anyone else can have the life they wanted, strived for, grasped.
Strived for, grasped, but was it out of reach? Did they only dream it?
Only dream it, the big two-letter word that can mean anything.
Can mean anything really; a goal, achievements, hopes, dreams or a wish.
Or a wish for the world to finally pull its head out of its ass and listen, feel.
And listen, feel, touch, hear the cries of


My Angel she's out thereMy Angel by ~UnforgivenRose
somewhere,
whatever her name may be.
she'll smell like springtime,
like sweet rain falling from the lonely clouds,
crying.
she'll carry their tears.
her dark hair will fall just past
her shoulders,
so that i can drown my face
in the streams of her rippling locks,
and i'll tell her she smells like the vanilla dew
that hangs on the tips of every golden blade of grass
that grows along the vintage streets of
heaven.
she'll play the piano,
with songs i never knew.
i'll sit beside her as she plays,
and my eyes would watch as her fingers gently
but firmly
press down on every melodious key.
she'll look at me and t
| This is not the first time--You had to get away This is not a party--Where people know your name This is not a classroom--With teacher at the board This is not a cat show--With prizes at the door Go--Don't you go Stay with me one more day If we get through one more night If we get through one more night Oingo Boingo "Stay" =^.^= |