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18.6.10

Stay quiet.

I don't want this feeling to go away.
But when Im here it's gone.
I want to go back.
Am I crazy?
I don't feel the same anymore.
That feeling of good of warmth,
come back now, please, come back.

I gaze into the fire.
How much a fire speaks, it's amazing.
Calm down-- it says.
So I do.
Then I listen some more.
I know this feeling.
I love this feeling.
I miss this feeling so much.

You don't bring me this feeling.
It's vanished as I stepped through the doors.
But what a great feeling.
How lucky I am to have felt it.
I love it.

Cold to cold.
No warmth but inside.
Return soon.


All I ask of you.

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13.6.10

With the Hip Bone connected to the Back Bone.

Sometimes I remind myself.



And sometimes I miss you.



And sometimes I miss me.



And Occasionally I wish I'd never met myself.



And sometimes I do crazy things.



And sometimes I don't do them enough.



And sometimes I wish I had.




And sometimes Im spontaneous.




And every once in a while I don't mind anymore.



And sometimes I get lonely.



On another note.....And sometimes I go to girl's camp.






And sometimes I'm not sure if I'm excited.






But this time I definitely am.


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12.6.10

Anger management for a toaster.

Finally.
The sweet smell as it tickles my nose.
The sensation of freedom of joy.
The damp laugh as it dances along.
It rushes down my arms, cold, as I like it,
Shaking each living bone in me.
A run to a circle of glee
It sings as it beckons.
It glides down my nose.
My mouth tastes the array of good.
As I swirl in place the sound grows harder.
Squishy at my feet.
Seeping through how I like it.
Grass clean, wet, smell.
The control it had.
Stop start whatever it may.
I embrace it.
I celebrate it.
The coolness it needed.
It blends in with any tears.
And brings a smile to my face as I remove my shoes.
So I dance once again.
Flesh to floor.
I hear its music as it sways along with me.
Remembered. Loved.
Stay awhile for me. Stay awhile.
Leap. Dance. Enjoy.
Rain.

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9.6.10

Smile on a Sunday

Sometimes ordinary people come into our lives.
And make extraordinary differences.
Sometimes extraordinary people come into our lives
And make permanent differences.

And then they leave.

But every so often we get lucky.
We get people who stay with us.
Who stand by us.
Who never leave our sides.
And we are blessed with them.
And everything that comes with them,
Forever, and ever and ever.
And we are so much better because of it.

But just because people don't stay around forever.
Doesn't change how you felt or how important they were to you,
Or how much they impacted your life.
What they did for you.
How they moved you.
How they changed you.
How they were there for you.
And What you did in return.

The best thing to do when someone leaves is to not be bitter.
Sometimes that's just how it is.
Sometimes people need to leave because they have come into your life,
Made a difference.
Left their handprint.
And that's all they were destined to do.
Even though while they were here you were the best you.
That they brought out the best you.
When they leave you can still be that person.
Because they taught you how to be.
So don't mope, although you can miss them,
But remember the good things.
Even if everything ended horribly.
There was still good.
They still helped you, and you helped them.
Remember that goodness.

Never be able to look at a spot and feel bad, or hurt, or angry because you have a memory there with that person and now they are gone forever.
Feel glad, and happy and remember the moment you loved.
Don't resent it.
Embrace it.
Love it.

Give the people who changed your life most what they deserve.

And give those people in your life at the moment now what they deserve too.

Because you really never know when they will walk out of your life forever.

7.6.10

Just so everyone who thinks I'm depressed because of my poetry. ITS POETRY. 

I am very happy :)

I am very very content with life =)

Everything is going so well. And I love summer.



That is all............

5.6.10

For people like me, who have this much anxiety, today is not a good day.

3.6.10

When the Big hand's on the past, and the little hand's on the future.

Waking up at 1:13 p.m.
Tick tock tick tock
Disregard last night. Forget it all.
You are YOU.
Love who you are, for you chose who you are.
They DONT matter.
Just lie awake and think.
Tick tock Tick tock.
Smile because that's who you are.
Say yes.
Be Spontaneous.
Run in circles, because you want to.
Scream out loud, because you feel like it.
Stop hiding. STOP being afraid to be you. STOP worrying.
I beg of you.
Don't let them, or him, or her change anything about you.
Don't let them step one foot closer.
Stay true. And stay YOU.
Remember who you were?
What happened to that person? Come back please. I miss you.
Tick tock Tick tock.
Free. Crazy. Spirited. Outgoing. Full of energy, and LIFE.
That's who you used to be. That's where it all used to be.
Come back. Find your way.... back.
Tick Tock Tick Tock.
Before it's too late.
Before there is no turning around.
Hurry, hurry. Stop the worry.
Come home.
It calls.
Tick tock Tick Tock.








I know you can.
I know you can do it.
I know you can do it all.

Come back. Please.
Come back.

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1.6.10

Running into a Big Guy Who Has Enough Belly Fat it Doesn't Hurt.

Finally something to smile about.
A" big corners pulled up to the eyes" smile.
Teeth showing, eyes squinted.
So much to tell in such a grin.
A story unfolds with the tastefulness of truth.
A freedom, a life, a love.
It's good. It's all good. It's always been good.
But now it's visible.
I can see what I've been missing.
A soul that waits, that comforts.
A mind that opens mine.
Another slip of of the mouth.
But it's my choice to make.
I finally understand.
It's MY choice.
All mine.
Like walking into kindergarten, finding my desk with my nameplate.
It's that much mine.
Like feeling pain, or happiness for loved ones.
It's that much mine.
Like discovering knowledge, learning for myself.
It's that much mine.
It's me. It's been me all along.
It's all set up this way.
So that I can choose to smile.
So that I can choose to make or break your day.
So, a crooked smile it may be.
Still my favorite of the bunch.

Gums free from captivity.
The cave opens to the light.
It brings joy. It brings gladness.
It's a smile just for me.


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