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Inside MY Heart

Wednesday, 27 October 2004

links!!
Mood:  bright
hey i havent updated in a while damn homecoming has kept me busy, but dont worry i will soon, mean while check out my journal, heres the link, http://journals.aol.com/bloomsgirl276/ImBlondeWhatsYourExcuse/
enjoy

Posted by poetry/clucky at 4:46 AM
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Sunday, 12 September 2004

Die Stereotypes! Die!
Mood:  celebratory
H*U*M*A*N*I*T*Y

the cheerleader, the jock
the artist with his smock
the musician with his guitar
the girl who stretches the truth too far

the pimps who think their hot stuff
the stoners who like to puff
the couple you know will get hitched
the girl whose the queen bitch

the guy running for class pres
the guy that reminds you of fez
the nerds who love to calculate
the girl who is always late

the foreign girl who is always alone
the guy who is always on his cell phone
the guy with the green mohawk
the girls who love to gossip and talk

together they are separate
separate they are alone
forget the names and labels
they are all part of humanity

Posted by poetry/clucky at 3:11 PM
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Saturday, 28 August 2004

Jean Bracey Mitchell
Mood:  blue
Well as school draws ever closer so does my grandmother's unavoidable fate... i know she will most likely not make it to see another xmas or maybe even not til my bday...but a part of me thinks that if i go back to school she will quickly and without knowing forget me... she has been pretty stable this summer as far as her mind goes.. but if i am not around all the time like i have been...well you know the saying "outta sight, outta mind" so this is one yr i DO NOT want to go back... but through it all she has been there for me and i dont think there are enough words in the english language to descibe how inspirational, loving, and caring my grandmother was and still is and will be until her dying day... this poem does not do her enough justice given the fact that nothing ever will be able to...

I will never forget

Her warm embrace and gentle smile
The way she said I love you
The hugs she gave, the laughs we had
And how she held my hand

Our countless conversations
About simple little things
Like baking the perfect cookie
And growing the best flower

The way she use to play with me
And let me hose her garden
Even though I got her wet
When the plants were still dry

How she would sit and draw with me
For many hours at a time
And let me play in the mud
To make my famous mud pies

Walking on the beach
And making foot prints in the sand
And how I use to follow in hers
When she walked ahead of me

She loved me more than I’ll ever know
And the same goes from me to her
I loved and admired her every day
And treasured our time together

She was truly an amazing woman
Always loving any way that she could
And always being there for me
When I felt misunderstood

Even though she seemed far gone
I could tell she still remembered
All the memories we shared
And every spoken word

I was blessed to know her
More than most grandchildren do
She had an amazing spirit
That always saw her through

For all those reasons above
And many many more
She will always be with me
And I will never forget

Posted by poetry/clucky at 10:25 AM
Updated: Saturday, 4 September 2004 2:16 PM
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Sunday, 15 August 2004

My Love
Mood:  amorous
Don’t Leave It Behind

Maybe it’s true what they say
The heart grows fonder each day
Or maybe we are just too far apart
And the strain is too much for my fragile heart

I’m not sure what to think anymore
I knew when I met you, you’d open the door
The door to my heart that few have seen
A place where I hold all my dreams

But then things got a little tough
Life got in the way and I had enough
But still you’ve been there through it all
You’ve seen me rise and you’ve seen me fall

But now I sit here and wish for the phone to ring
To here your voice and the joy it brings
In the world as we know it love is a very rare find
But now that I have found it, I can’t leave it behind

Posted by poetry/clucky at 11:21 AM
Updated: Saturday, 28 August 2004 10:12 AM
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Tuesday, 10 August 2004

Love
Mood:  happy
Through it all i will always rely on my love of life, people, and myself...

LOVE
Love, the essential staple of life.
It moves you, it shapes you,
Nothing else in the world will suffice.
It can make you into something new.

Everyday it grows a little more,
And never ceases to amaze.
It can overcome the greatest war,
And put you in a happy daze.

When in love, the sun is always out,
And the birds always sing your tune.
The world could use some less doubt,
And more hope and love really soon.

But like all great things, it does not last.
The clouds will eventually come.
The rain will pour and the wind'll blow fast,
And you may feel lost, and your heart numb.

Love may be lost for a moment,
But always will return.
You will regian life and enlightenment,
Hate will die and be burned.

That's the funny thing about love,
It can make you happy, or injury your heart.
But just like the beautiful white dove,
It will fly back and play it's part.

The sun will shine another day
Dont you worry or fret.
Your life is not thrown away.
It may be just a little wet.

Posted by poetry/clucky at 8:14 AM
Updated: Saturday, 28 August 2004 10:18 AM
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Monday, 9 August 2004

Topic of the moment
Mood:  hug me
The topic of the moment seems to be my father so I thought I would post yet another poem about him. This was i actually read to my sophmore english class and got quite a few comments. This poem was the hardest to write because of the shceme and pattern we had to use.. Enjoy!

Too Late

I sit here, waiting and needing something.
What I need is obvious, you just don't see.
I longed for love, and reached for anything.
But what I needed, you couldn't give me,

It seems long ago I looked up to you.
But your excuses got old really fast.
You never had time to see your plans through.
Then I grew up, and the time did not last.

I wanted to help and make everything better.
Just looking at you made me feel guilty and mad.
I wrote all my feelings down in a letter.
You chose to ignore that, I'm sorry Dad .

How could you do this to me, life was great.
Now that its done and over, it's you I hate.
Now that its done and over, you're too late.

Posted by poetry/clucky at 8:37 AM
Updated: Saturday, 28 August 2004 10:14 AM
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My Father...enough said
Mood:  down
My father and i have never really had he best relationship so instead of crying and yelling at him sometimes i like to write all my feelings down on paper.. or in this case in my blog..

hate

the dail tone sounded
nothing but air
i was completly surrounded
but you didnt care

the phone line went dead
i didnt try to stop it
i cant believe what you said
i felt like i'd been hit

i couldnt see straight
the tears welled in my eyes
i had fallen for the bait
and all of your lies

my mind could sense it
ive been here before
tears poured freely now
i ran for the door

into the bathroom
my safe haven for a while
i was consumed
i sunk slowly to the tile

i sat there and cried
and thought to my self
i wish you just died
but i reached for the shelf

i pulled my self up
still quietly crying
i was ready to erupt
this was terrible timing

so much i had to do
and now this comes my way
i needed sumthing new
and new hour or day

it was no big surprise
youve done it before
each time their were tears in my eyes
but i didnt care anymore

that was it, over and done
im so over you now
a new chapters begun
you took your final bow


Posted by poetry/clucky at 8:35 AM
Updated: Saturday, 28 August 2004 10:15 AM
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Thursday, 29 July 2004

My First
Mood:  blue
I started writing about a year ago when my grandmother went into the hospital after suffering a stoke.. i would rather not relive all those memories but some days i am forced to. This poem was the first one i wrote.. it isnt really all that revised but it came straight from my heart... enjoy!

Small
i feel all alone in the world
the sadness surrounds me
no one to talk or listen
i sucumb to personal fear
where will i be tomorrow?
or the next day?
what will i do
to make my life worth it?
then the internal question...
is it even worth it?
waking up everyday
dragging myself to school
dealing with the drama
and madness of petty friends
wondering when it'll end
then finding it's a mere cycle
at which we are to repeat
until the day we die.
some choose to end it sooner
some choose to carry it through.
what is your choice?
death or life?

Posted by poetry/clucky at 10:59 AM
Updated: Saturday, 28 August 2004 10:18 AM
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The Beginning
Mood:  silly
Well here i am bored outta my mind trying to find some peace and quiet to write out all my poems and then a most brilliant thought came to mind.. why not make a website for them? so i am and i did. Welcome to Inside MY Heart. Hopefully i will be able to get past my writers block and add alot more.. but for now here are my original poems written by me.
XOXO Shelli

Posted by poetry/clucky at 10:52 AM
Updated: Saturday, 28 August 2004 10:17 AM
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