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Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
Feelings will make you walk on air
And also put tingles in your toes
They can make you feel warmth all over
They can also make your heart glow
Some feelings can cause you to act silly
Being special
everyone says that is what they are
everyone strives to be it
but in the end they are all normal
something that I strived for
Being special
everyone says that is what they are
everyone strives to be it
but in the end they are all normal
something that I strived for
You ever walk down the street,
and find it empty?
The sidewalks barren,
with no one,
nothing in sight.
The lights are dim,
as if knowing
today is nothing special.
I think the reason we cry when we are just that happy,
is because we are afraid to lose something,
that is so rare to find . . .
or at least that's what I do with you.
She feared her life more than she feared the world
She hurt herself more than she was hurt from others
What is love when no one even shows it?
This time it was different...
He made her blush,
You were my world.
You were the sun of my solar system.
The music of my life.
You mattered to me more than anything.
And you still do.
Did you ever think about me?
Did you ever dream about us?
Do you think this is what I wanted?
Do you think I follow you so I can torment you?
Do you think I'm happy?
Do you think I am mad at you?
Do you think I hate you?
I would never be mad at you.
she has the exterior of a blissful silhouette but an interior like a shattered vase. words slip through the crevices of her mind with slick, soft movements, creating waves within her mind, and hurricanes within her body. her eyes reflect the shini
SMOOTH IS AS SMOOTH DOES
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Dedicated to: The Classmate of Political Science II
Fall 1996
Guiding Children
By: Alesiya Walker
Encouraging children to seek thoughtfulness,
And preparing their minds to stay captivated,
Who is that?
The one who I see at the edge of my eye.
One who shines from the crowd.
Something is different about this person.
This someone is an enigma.
Strange that I know this person,
The Mirror held a moving reflection without capture.
Vibrations in air that allowed ears to be full of rapture.
The sounds of her voice lying next to you.
If there was ever one thing
that I could never live without,
I'd know exactly the object,
without the slightest doubt.
Every day since I was born,
I came from a place, not too far away,
I grew up, always having, wanting, something to say
I can't say what I think, I'm deprived of what I need,
I needed love, was it so hard to see?
People always ask me what my plans are
What is my future, my college, my major, my career
Eyes are our passageways to see the world
In one simple movement, eyes reveal a kingdom of color and life from a realm of darkness
She looks up
His dancng eyes catch her smile
Others call them stupid
Stupid to save their "love"
The altar is waiting
For that kiss, first kiss
For they both know
Today is a very special day.
Its special becasue it isn't.
It had started at midnight.
It had a sunrise:
A farewell ceremony to the moon.
And as dawn danced upon the Earth,
the world began to awaken.
Freak
by: Sophia vazquez
They call me a freak
Every word against me, my anger rises to the peak.
She’s special,
unlike anything else in the world,
not something but someone,
a personality, one so interesting it goes beyond stars.
It may be incidental,
but she simply made my head swirl,
My girls are beautiful
Yes, more beautiful than just what they see in the mirror
My girls are special
So sweet and kind
People may not see it, but I’m not completely blind…
You fill people with joy
With your beautiful smile…
Sweet flower, oh so delicate
Awaiting to bloom, within the first week of November
To have something to give thanks for
The beautiful flower that is to come
I don't want devastating love
So forget Olivia Pope and her definition of love
I want simple, genuine, unadulterated love
I want my love to not be complicated
I want my love to be practical
It's normal to have thoughts, ideas, questions.
But is it normal to have an imagination?
To let it wander so far into dreamlands that you'll wake up hours later not knowing where you are?
Or what you're doing?
Blind, Oblivious, Bastards
I see you all, I hear you all, I know you all
You do not see me, you do not hear me, you do not know me
You speak loud words of nothing
Kylie, this is a poem all for you,
you're the only one I want,
I hope you feel that way too,
want us to just count the months,
today's your birthday,
a day all for you,
Tell me you love me
Take me by the hand
Whisper sweet nothings
Tell me stories of far off lands
Write me a story
It can exciting or put me to sleep
It all started one day
just an ordinary day
the first time they got together
the first of their new forever
Their love was expressed
as they got undressed
Still just another ordinary day
You're teaching me things every day.
I learn more about you:
The things you like,
And the things you don't like.
It's all very interesting.
You're a very unique and special person to me.
Sitting on a park benchAn amazing vantage pointSeeing the world pass by Listening carefully to every noiseHear a mother and a child, a husband and wife
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You planned their form in the days of Creation,
And You'll be with them 'til their final destination.
You knit them together in the darkness of night.
You made each part special; everything is right.
Be Yourself
There’s only one thing I can tell you, Sis—
Be yourself.
But be yourself in Christ.
You are a temple, a glorious dwelling,
Sh*t you cant tell your teacher
Yo teach
I love you...no homo
Professor im not professing my passions
But rather
Your actions
Life has Something,
Something to fill it.
This Something will fill it to the brim.
It will also stretch life to the longest it can be,
Without, of course, making it thin you see.
I’m not perfectI’m not very smartI know I’m differentBut I don’t careBecause I want toChange the worldAnd I’m not goingTo stand aroundLike the restOf you pansiesWho are afraid
Throughout my life I’ve met many people.
Some are forgotten, some still cherished.
And the rest I hold close for a lifetime.
You’re someone…Special.
The person I want to keep close at all times.
How many years has its been since you gave birth to yours truly?
We've had our ups and downs, many times, but I've kept you in mind lovingly.
I know that I haven't been the perfect child, but honestly
At first glance, one might question,
“Why bother keeping such a book?”
I’ll tell you why-
This book is special.
From its leather bound cage,
That still holds the scent-
For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
Your love I do seek.
For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
There is a certain blankness in your stare
one that is so deep, and true
It seems you're the only one who cares.
I'd like to say you're diffrent, but you're beyond that
hold me
don't let me go
hold me?
No matter how big,
No matter how small,
I will make a difference,
That will touch the hearts of all.
No such boundaries,
Can tear me down
Because I am me
And I don’t frown.
When he was born, he was special.
He learned things a different way.
He seen the world through unique eyes.
He spoke in the way he thought others spoke.
Some seen him as stupid, but I seen him as unique.
Leather Bound with silver accents
Marking its place with black satin
It’s heavy with thought
And strong with feelings
