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Life is big long emotion It’s an unpredictable roller coaster  Sometimes people fall off the ride  They don’t land on their feet  While others are just fine   Sometimes we smile at strangers 
A phone book full of numbers Of relatives I barely know And friends, who barely know me The plumber who fixed my faucets once The electric company and Random strangers But who are useful in some way
Hello… I don’t know you-- you don’t know me. How about we bridge the gap of strangers?  
You are something new Someone my life never had before But the moment it did I knew I wanted more of you   You who I’ve always been told to ignore
My body was a vessel for the male ego, An instrument of pleasure and of sexual gain, Until a sensory angel came into my life And turned sex into love again.   
Dear Stranger,
No two strangers as strange as they be will ever as strange, as you, or as me.   We may walk different ways with distance between what we believe, but we might never quite grasp
In the lonely streets and busy highways, I pass by wondering which way you wish to go What pain you carry in your heart, What story burdens your mind And what lesson you are learning from
The great American eclips was supposed to be the end of the world. I spent it at work. One o'clock rolled around, And the world turned into a graveyard. All the workers shuffled outside to see.
You’d think with all the people in a room  two people would never even notice each other. You walk by so many people daily that it’d just be  amazing to notice one person above the rest.  
"Where have all the warriors gone? So loyal So true So bold Where have all the fighters gone? So tired So deep So cold Where have all the soldiers gone? Their stories
As I look at you You look at me We say nothing We stand there quietly Like strangers that meet on a busy street As a thousand days pass by We still don’t speak
Isn't it strange how we can have so many friends, yet feel so alone? Isn't it strange how someone we know can become someone we knew?
(This poem is for children.)  
When we met you told me you loved me.   The people were passing  in an unusual rush. The mood was like when someone falls down; as if God pressed pause for a second to breathe.
Everyone you meet - the ones that you avoid- these people are your reflection. See yourself as they see you, Would you be welcomed or Rejected.
No! I do not share stranger-stained cabs with beautiful guests of the nightlife. 
It didn't seem so scary and so hard when I was little, then what seemed like a dream became a nightmare, no...and night terror.
One,two  We buckle our shoes. Three, four We walk out the door Five, six We reminsce  Seven, eight It's getting late Nine, ten We do it again Open your eyes
No longer close Lives pass by each other, but never look up or notice No longer each other's focus Out of reach Out of touch   No longer know Strangers living in alternate universes
My scars are small but yet hurt so much From crying , to cutting, to fighting Too knowing what I have become My whole life I was always told I was nothing Do to me not getting your love...
Stranger, What a danger they said you would be. I’ll show you my heart, scrawled on a page.
You gotta love strangers, Especially the ones that Stare at you with hungry eyes and Remind you that you’re beautiful In the most inappropriate ways— Reminded you that
Miss me like small wishes that never met the skys because hands were too small to deliver minds and hearts felt. Miss me like prayers that didn't reach the heavens because eyes got heavy and pillows caught heads.
Strangers, begining to speak to one another Acquaintances, talking regularly Buddies, begining to hang out together Friends, telling each other secrets Best Friends, doing everything together
It began like any other day at the office,
My problem is that a love a lotI love an abundant amount of peopleFrom family to friendsTo strangers I met just onceSo I suppose I say I love you too muchBut I believe love comes in many forms and levels
  I remember the storm outside. Its raging winds beat up against the house. The family was due back hours ago. So I will wait a little longer.
I see their faces permanently pressed into my mind. We oft spoke different languages, but there was a connection and I still see their eyes, their watchful eyes, their smiles and wrinkles
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