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Oh wind, Oh ocean

Oh wind, Oh ocean
Take me away
To the darkest of the waters
Where my bad thoughts can decay
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Tell me who to be
Tell me that I am here
And not lost at sea
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Guide me to peace
Peace with myself
To profound me at ease
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Find my bound soul
Define me with waves
In life that will find me full
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Un-cloud my mind
Send me away
With only my purpose to find
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Settle the storm
The storm that destroys me
With my regrets and my mourn
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Tide me away
So that when morning comes
My worried soul
Will now have sailed away

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The Man That Stole My Wings

Thu, 12/12/2013 - 20:20 -- Saydree

What could cause the sun to wilt,


The willow to weep,


And the moon avert her gaze?


 


To see their friend now lost to them,


Down on the earth once lovely.


The grief of her now grounded


By the man attempting to grasp the sky.


Her face once gay is shrouded.


The wings that held her aloft at play,


Now lifelessly droop to the ground


Stained by their own lives river ran astray.


 


The drumming of her crying heart,


The wheezing of her dying breath.


No longer would her body part,


No more shall her soul arise.


 


The blade that cut her didn't stop


Not even when its work was done.


Over and over it flashed in her head,


Over and over the sheath hissed a zillion snakes in one.


 


Its blade was blue,


Its handler cold,


His heart was set in stone.


His pieces found,


His goal is clear,


To break the bonds of flesh and bone.


 


He stole her life,


Her right to flight.


He caused her every strife.


Yet even as a snake would bite,


She will turn and take his knife,


And with it she will fight.


 


She may have lost her given wings,


But her power will not leave her.


Before her now the stars do sing,


To heal her every fear.


 


His goal she'll steal,


His strength she'll bind,


His power left behind.


 


Concealment still her best,


Yet lightning and fire she will bring,


To the man that stole her wings. 

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Woman of Courage

Thank you is not enough to say

for the encouragement given along the way.

You have showed me how to live,

by loving me enough to leave-

to fight for our freedom

 

And you set out to be unique.

A woman of courage

of strength and power.

To defend the flag you hold dear.

 

You loved me enough

to risk your life.

But I thank God you are still here.

I love you mom.

Thank you for your inspiration,

Your service,

Your love,

Your life

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My country

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Family

A lot of things I can live without

But I find it impossible to live without this

It's not food or water

It's not shelter or bed to sleep in

 

It's the family that has grown around me

Friends come and go

But family is forever

Forever

 

They know me better than any piece of technology will

They know me better than any other person does

They take the good with the bad

Why choose anything else?

 

They understand who I am

They don't judge my every mistake

They want what is best for me

Why choose anything else?

 

We share the same love for each other

We are blood

We are kin

Why choose anything else?

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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achievement

achievement! achievement of feeling proud, achievement of having courage, bravery, success and achievement of paving a path of starting your own life towards achieving that goal in life to explore college

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stain glass window

There's this curtain or mask, whatever you prefer in front of every single human being on this earth.

each as individual as a finger print.

but why keep them up?

evrybody is tainted in their own special way,

through experiences and tragedies and everything in between,

but suffering is optional,

so im removing my mask,

and using my taint,

to paint my future to be as beautiful as an old church stain glass window.

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To Change

To change- it's a part of all of us

It's a piece of you and me.

 

If I could change a single thing,

I'd know what it would be.

 

It's how people look us-

The vengeance in their eyes.

 

Their snide, petty comments and claims

That are merely lies.

 

It's the utter disappointment,

Shock and disbelief

 

When you make a "lesser grade",

And how you should be overcome with grief.

 

It's the ridiculousness that I really want to put to rest

Because no matter how smart you are you can only try your best.

 

I hate people who don't know me say,

I'm so proud of you!"

 

And kids my own age say, "How many grades d'ya skip?

What'd'ya have to do?"

 

All I want for there to be,

Is no more inequality.

 

Not for people to differentiate me from a girl

Who'd make a simple "B".

 

I'm grateful that I'm gifted,

And talented as well,

 

And surely don't want my life's

Opportunities to dispel,

 

But I'm really tired of hearing,

"She's young so of course she'll get a good grade!"

 

Therefore, simply put,

I don't want enemies to be made.

 

I'm not asking you to take

Away our smarts,

 

But if I could change anything, it would be how its "us and them"-

That we wouldn't be separate parts.

 

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The Feather

 

Borne within the wind, a feather falls,

Tumbling from the sky, its resting place calls.

Worn are its fibers, bleak its colors

But saved on the earth, by a pair of lovers.

Their love is strong, unvanquished, and pure,

The feather awaits, holding the cure.

As time destroys, laying love to waste,

The lovers’ heart’s desire a different taste.

But there on the mantle, the old feather lies,

Reminding the two of better highs.

And even time, the unconquerable demon,

Has met its match, for love is the beacon.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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I will always win

I hate you.

From the day you forced your way into my life, I had hated you.

But I will always win.

Now I am stronger.

Now I can move foreward.

Because you beat me down.

Because you made me yours.

Because you will never let me go.

But I will always win.

Because I am strong.

Because I can move foreward.

Because you will never fully go.

I will always win.

To my self doubt. To my fear.

To my struggle to force air into my lungs

and to take another step.

To the future I am afraid of.

To the ugliness I see

when I look in the mirror.

I press my hand against you

and watch you shatter

with a smile on my face

watching the shards of glass paint my hand red

Because I know for a fact

I will always win.

This poem is about: 
Me

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Lennies big hand

You the new guys. A tall man stood in the doorway. Delighted smile. Strong as a bull. Sometimes he talks, and you don’t know what he’s talking bout. He’s a nice fella. He didn’t know what to do. Attempt to make friends. He’s dumb, but he aint crazy. A big guy like you. Dressed in denim trousers and denim coat. He’s just like a kid. A huge man. Shapeless face. I just wanted to feel that girls dress. Cry of terror. Lennie was jus’ scairt Do i still get to tend the rabbits? His huge companion. He ain’t very bright. I forgot again.  Poor bastard. I didn’t steal it, i found it. You always kill em. He’s just so strong. He ain’t very small. Jus’ tell lennie what to do and he’ll do it. He’s a good skinner.

I ain’t doing nothing. You can break his other hand. His closed fist lost in lennie’s hand. Big fingers. I’ve done a real bad thing. I hate his guts. I don’t want no trouble. I’d hate to have you mad at me. Your nuts. Lennie ain’t no fighter, but Lennie’s strong and quick and Lennie don’t know no rules. I don’t think he do nothing like this. Large,pale eyes. Wide sloping shoulders. Arms hung loosely. I like to pet nice things with my fingers, sof’ things. Like a big baby.

 

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