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On this day I remember,
On this day day I can tell
To live this day forever
On this day you rescued me from hell
I was always lurking in shadows
Forever dodging the looming gallows
A horrible sentence to live in pain
And an impossible feat to stay reasonably sane
On this day the bright sun beams
On this day you answered my dreams
A million memories of a single year
A million thoughts from a lonely tear
A million movements in the blink of an eye
And on my millionth try I have leaned to fly
On this day I am through with the worst
On this day you have broken the curse
On this day I remember
On this day I can tell
How to live forever
On the day you rescued me from hell
© 1999 Billy McAleese
Untitled
I wish I could leave this nest and fly awayUp into the sky and away from my troubles
Up into the clouds and away from my misery
I wish I could scale the mountains that stand in
the way of my happiness.
But is this possible?
I wish it was.
Then maybe my life wouldn't be so confusing
And maybe I could find someone out there who would
understand my thoughts and my worries
my cares and my needs
Someone that would love and accept me for me!
A friend I could call true and a companion I could call loyal
But most of all I would like to fine a love I could call pure
and unconditional.
I know that with enough faith and determination I could find
these things.
I need to find these things.
My life is incomplete without them!
Without friends I am lonely
Without companionship I am lost
And without love I have nothing
Because love is what makes life worth living.
© 2000 Michelle DeVos
~~{@Love and Roses @}~~~
When people descibe love, they tell you all the good things and
somehow neglect to bring up the bad. Yes, love is the feeling of floating
on air when you’re with your significant other and it’s all that mushy-
gushy stuff too. Love is a beautiful thing, such as a rose. But like a rose,
love has its thorns. It has the confusion, heartache, and uncertainty that
can just make a person bleed with pain. Even as most roses are destine to
have thorns, love may be destine to include hard times. But do not cease
hope my friend. Someday you will find a perfect, thornless rose and with
it true love will follow.
© 2000 Michelle DeVos
Blessing
for rebecca
you wait all your life for that one special love
the one thats sent down from heaven above
if your given this blessing dont let it go
this is the feeling deep down you know
emotion overwelming attatchment so strong
separation for a second seems so very long
when words are not needed just a look in the eyes
your hearts are both soaring up to the skies
sharing this feeling is lifes greatest gift
hang on to the chance dont let it drift
its once in a lifetime dont let it pass
now forever and always it will always last
© George R. Persichetti
e-mail Mr. Persichetti at becgeo97@aol.com
Angel
sent down from heaven gods chosen one
pure as the snow bright as the sun
here to watch out for and helping you do
the right things in life when all is so new
like a becon at night to lead you back home
a hand on your shoulder if your all alone
standing between you and the evil thats around
to smile when your happy and cry when your down
there in your mind if faith starts to loose
support at your back when paying lifes dues
working gods plan to show you the way
to be the very best in all that you may
sent to protect you leading you straight
until you are an angel inside heavens gate
© George R. Persichetti
e-mail Mr. Persichetti at becgeo97@aol.com
Amourizza
So pliant in the heat
of the moment, aldente
the morning after. Your aroma
captures my mind -- I crave
the saucy kiss of Mediterranean spice
you spread before me
as an offering to the gods.
I reach out, feel your essence
hold you tenderly with fingertips
caressing your form, admiring
the firmness yielding as I draw close
nibble at the tip, take it in-
to my mouth, the heat of you
within me drives my passion. Once
is never enough, I take of you
again and again, till sated
I can only moan of lust
fulfilled, there is no love
like this -- I can't believe
I swallowed all twelve inches.
by Houghfw
Still Stuck
Time won1t move tonight
today is all I have.
The seconds are ever so stetchable.
But I want tomorrow
And tomorrow1s tomorrow.
Sitting silently in the beige plastic chair
next to your narrow hospital bed,
I imagine we are engaged in conversation.
Your eyes stay something.
My eyes say something back.
Why do you nod off in the midst?
You hold my hand,
despite your fog and medication
and I felt better.
How did you feel?
If it were me lying sick
would you run?
Sometimes I feel like running.
I'm so afraid you will leave me.
Would you keep busy
and escape the too heavy feelings?
I don1t care.
I hurt.
I understand my feelings.
Yesterday I felt only confusion and sadness.
I lacked understanding.
Yesterday I wasn't worried
if you would live.
I was worried about whether you'd put the trash out.
Strange how issues of life and death
put everything into clear perspective.
But I have today
and the minutes holding your hand.
When you squeeze so tight
hold me fast,
I imagine you're saying you love me.
I cherish the minutes of today
and I greedily pray for more tomorrow.
© 1999 Pat Desmond
Tomorrow, My Love
Demain, mon amour, there goes the sun.
This day is ending, night will fall around us,
Demain mon amour, it is the sign.
I must go home and leave you my darling.
Listen to the owl, another sign for us to part,
His voice full of our sorrow, he can feel our love,
our pain.
He may hear the footsteps of all the hatred in the
world,
And he urges us to leave, for he fears they will find
us.
The glowing, red sun glimmers down, casting colors
all around,
A glorious variation of fascinating hues,
Surrounding colors, oranges, reds, purples, and
blues.
The painted sun starts to sink into its night time
bed.
Watch the meadow, dewy, grassy, long and green.
Painted colors gleam off the sun1s silky sheen,
Dew catches the colors, a diamond forms,
As the sun sinks, the shine of my diamond fades with
day.
Here we sit, beneath the forming constellation,
In the midst of love forming in the stars, our
hearts,
Covered by the large sycamore where we once met,
Hiding from ourselves, finding light deep in our
hearts.
Now sadly, I sit beneath this tree, and I think,
Tomorrow, my love, I1m frightened and want to leave.
I wish to go home, for our love is scaring me.
Demain, mon amour, I still love you deeply.
Let us part with our lips as well as our hearts,
Demain, mon amour, please let me leave now,
My heart wishes to stay, as do I, but my mind...
Tomorrow, my love, I have to go mon chere.
The sun has gone to bed and night forms around him,
The dark blanket covers him, he is secure now.
He sleeps with a security that never leaves,
Yet, I am not the sun, and I must leave you, love.
Let me take your sweet head in my soft caressing
hands,
Part from you with our tender, succulent, loving
lips,
I must leave you before they find me in your arms,
For they must suspect, and may hunt you like a rabid
dog.
Demain, mon amour, I love you so deeply, can they
understand?
I1ll try to walk away without looking back at you, my
love.
Demain, mon amour, it will be so hard for me to leave
you,
You are my light my love.
Until tomorrow, my love....
© 1997 Krystal D Monroe
e-mail Ms. Monroe at Hunny10498
Missing You
As the twilight fades and my thoughts turn to a memory
of you,
The warm summer breeze turns into a cold wind that my
warming heart can1t thaw,
As a cold night surfaces from the recesses of my memory
to the present,
The intensity of a past moment sets my cooling heart on
fire once again.
On a dark, rainy night you set my heart aflame with one
kiss.
As we sat near a fire that glowed like the burning
passion in our hearts,
You declared your love for me, and as you placed your
warm hands on my cheeks,
My eyes locked on yours and I became forever lost in
love.
Now, as I watch the sun slowly sink into the murky
depths of the sapphire sky,
The trees sing their bittersweet song, and as my mind
clouds with memories of you,
My eyes see not the clouds above, or the sun in a sea
of silky sky,
Nor a prospect for the future, or a longing for the
pastŠ
Rain pour its way through the tearful crashes in the
flashing night.
White noise clashes with drops of rain that fall as
tears,
Falling through the silken, clamoring sky, to rest in a
pool of defeat
That catches the bittersweet rain as it cries how much
I miss you.
© 1998 Krystal D Monroe
e-mail Ms. Monroe at Hunny10498
Can't You See (Who I Am)?
You said you loved me,
But was it true?
You showed no remorse
When I broke up with you.
You built up my esteem,
Telling me I'm pretty and more.
Everythime you talked about your ex,
It went shooting to the floor.
I know what happened wasn't my fault,
I know it was all yours.
People said you weren't the ideal guy,
But I loved you despite all your flaws.
I tried to be like her,
I wasn't acting like me.
But you were too blind to realize,
You were too dense to see.
© 1999 Nicole Priore
e-mail Ms. Priore at klutz1842@aol.com
Foolish Games
You play these games,
so foolish and believing.
If only I knew,
that you're tricks were decieving.
You led me on,
as if you cared.
You never gave me a chance;
the game wasn't fair.
I thought you were the one,
who liked me for me.
But it was all part of you're game,
why didn't I see?
© 1999 Nicole Priore
e-mail Ms. Priore at klutz1842@aol.com
Untitled
I've been to a doctor, but that hasn't worked,
the pain I have inb my heart still lurks.
What my sisters have done is in the past,
but the mixed feelings I have, still last.
The feelings I have, are for no one to find out,
I wish it will all end, without a doubt.
