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Hidden Sorrows
Broken promises
So many lies
Broken heart
Softly she cries
Whispering softly
Screaming out loud
Wishing he was there
When nobody’s around
Holding her close
Kissing her face
These are the thoughts
She can’t erase
Now she knows what happens
When you give your heart away
Never again will she do it
At least not today
Too many broken promises
Way too many lies
Now her heart is broken
And the tears are filling her eyes
What she once had
Is lost in a haze
She is stuck in a trance
A sad dark phase
Great self esteem
High confidence
To feeling inane
Lost innocence
She wants it all back
She wants it to be
Like it was before
But how can she
After the broken promises
And all the lies
Her broken heart
Her undying cries
 Indigenous One · Fri Aug 05, 2011 @ 08:12pm · 0 Comments |
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And There He Was
And there he was
staring into my eyes as a child stares at candy.
He was an image of perfection.
His sea blue eyes were as deep as the ocean,
and, oh, so full of mystery, like a treasure waiting to be opened.
He could win any girl's heart,
but he was awaiting my response to the question.
My stomach was churning like milk in a blender.
My heart was beating as if I had just run a marathon.
I was so excited that he had asked me,
not just any girl, but me.
All I had to do was get the words out,
but it was hard.
His perfection stunned my thoughts,
yet I managed to reply in a cool manner,
the words flowing off my lips as water flows through a stream.
"Sure, you can borrow my pencil."
A Toast
Raise your glass to the sky,
with hopes and dreams held high.
To the graduates I toast...
Here's to the friends we've lost and gained,
and the people we'll never know by name.
To the bonds that we've made and albums we've filled,
memories that may fade but never be killed.
Here's to the phone calls filled with tears,
and to the hours spent talking away our fears.
To the people we thought deserved our hearts,
whom now we bash and rip apart.
Here's to the pictures in frames with stories to say,
that we will be sure to pack when we go away.
To the football games we have watched beneath the lights,
and our cheers and chants drifting into the night.
Here's to proms and dances,
and high school romances.
To homecoming games,
with all the wins in our name.
Here's to late nights we've spent cramming for tests,
and mornings coffee made up for our rest.
To the dances and events we took months to create,
the night before worries that came too late.
Here's to the tears we knew we'd cry,
to the people and places we say good-bye.
To the wild and bizarre things we've done,
that we will remember to be the most fun.
Here's to the letters we left unsigned,
may our identities be revealed all in due time.
To the relationships we wonder how we ever lived without,
and the crushes we look back on and laugh about.
So now it's time to place our glasses down,
put our caps on and turn our tassels around.
Listen for our names and let them echo through,
and realize how fast these four years just flew.
-Sarah Watroba
Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to smoke some marijuana
Jack got high
and unzipped his fly
and Jill said do you wanna
Held up
in the arms of love
too scared to see
who's holding me
won't look down
I'm up too high
but my lover's eyes hold the key
Indigenous One · Fri Aug 05, 2011 @ 08:10pm · 0 Comments |
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Last Day
If today were the last day I had with you,
What would we say?
What would we do?
Would it be just another day with you?
I tell you I love you.
You say okay.
What do you mean?
This is my last day.
I ask to kiss you.
You say sure.
I lean over
And put my lips to yours.
The end of the night
I give you a hug
I say goodbye
You simply shrug.
I cry on my bed
And pick up the gun
I put the barrel to my head
And pull the trigger.
If today was the last day I had with you,
What would we say?
What would we do?
Would it be just another day with you?
Indigenous One · Fri Aug 05, 2011 @ 08:05pm · 0 Comments |
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Heaven
Does heaven have a phone number?
Mommy went to heaven,
but I need her here today.
My tummy hurts and I fell down;
I need her right away.
Operator, can you tell me
how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part?
I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too,
at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her,
she will hurry home to me.
Is heaven very far away?
Is it across the sea?
She's been gone a long, long time-
she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her.
I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number, please.
Is it listed under "heaven"?
I can't read these big, big words;
I am only seven.
I'm sorry, operator,
I didn't mean to make you cry.
Is your tummy hurting too--
or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church
maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help
that's where we should go.
I found the number to my church
tacked up on the wall.
Thank you, operator
I'll give them a call.
Indigenous One · Fri Aug 05, 2011 @ 08:03pm · 0 Comments |
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Not Titled
Near to the door
he paused to stand
as he took his class ring
off her hand
all who were watching
did not speak
as a silent tear
ran down his cheek
and through his mind
the memories ran
of the moments they walked
and ran in the sand (hand in hand)
but now her eyes were so terribly cold
for he would never again
have her to hold
they watched in silence
as he bent near
and whispered the words
"I love you" in her ear
as he put on his ring and wanted to die
and just then the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket
into the snow...
this is what happens
to man alive...
when friends let friends
drink and drive.
Indigenous One · Fri Aug 05, 2011 @ 07:59pm · 0 Comments |
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