thankyou
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When people tell me thank you
a tiny flower blossoms in my heart.
And when they smile even more,
my heart begins to melt.
Thank you!
For being the moon in my dark nights,
A good afternoon in the bad days,
The best mom as always...
The rest can't fit in this page,
You don't get tired with age.
None won't be as real as you,
Freshman year,
Miss H or Mrs. H?
Not sure why I couldn't figure which one was correct.
Your initials never changed,
Thank you for what you have done
It has been loads of fun
Thank you for showing me to live my life free
Thank you.
Dear Love, I thank you.
Without you, I would not be where I am today.
Without you, none of us would have found our place.
You are the Master of the Universe,
American made behind bars of bone
Freedom buried deep in the marrow
Huddled around a trove of syllables rather left untouched
They called you a mean little old man,
They said the old man gave to much work them to stand
And yet they could not understand
The helping hand that was meant for them too land
But I knew the truth
The people who influence you
Are the people who believe in you
Most important influence in my life
As Cliché as it sounds
It is you Dad
You are my lifesource
Protector
Life coach
Provider
You are always here when I'm mad,
Or sad,
Or happy,
Or anything really.
I turn to you when I need to get away from life,
you are always here for me.
To believe the impossible is possible makes me unstoppable to stop at all obstacles that only scream fall when I intend to vault. No need for a halt. That's what momma always told me.
Dear Dad,
Yes, you "Dad"
I thank you,
for the best memories, the giggles, tickles and laughs.
Although, being called 'Dad' should be a reward to being a good father,
Thank you.
Just those two words will never be enough
But there are not enough words in the world to express how indebted I am to you all.
Thank you for being my champion
Dear Mom & Dad,
I really admire both of you.
The love you have for me is true.
you crossed the boarder at just eighteen.
I grew up hearing stories of all the things youve seen.
Dear GOD,
I thank you for showing me that there more to life.
I thank you for providing me with experiences that teaches me lessons.
Dear Dad,
Thank you for the guidance,
the careful considerations,
the many years of love.
Thank you for the encouragement
when everything seemed difficult.
Thank you for the support
Dear Jonathan,
I love you with every piece of me.
There is no part of me that has not been touched by
your loving embrace.
You gave me life
with your blinding light.
You filled my hollow heart
To my love,
My nightmare lurks...
The needles and the pain hurts...
Will you coddle me?
As I cry out when the needle pierces me?
Will you love me and be there when it pierces my skin?
People say I hate you for what you have done
But in reality, I appreciate everything you have and haven't done.
In fact, I thank you.
I thank you for being weak
Dear You Know Who You Are,
I was little,
Too weak for my own good.
You made sure I knew it too.
I was a flower,
Frostbitten by a cold world.
You crumbled my fragility
Thank you for always giving me hugs
You make love something easy to show
You wrap arms tight to keep me warm,
Keeping me sheltered in times of woe
This is why I love you.
We all begin as lumps of clay
Shapeless
Colorless
Full of potential
I was a small lump
But I knew what I could do
I knew I had so much to offer
And with that thought, I grew
Giving thanks not only uplifts ourselves
but to those who are to come.
It brings such joy and happiness to all the
innocent faces of small children.
Welcome to the encylopedia
Volume one until infinity
I was once a single cell
Too that same cell, I am an epiphany
And to that epiphany, I am me
How ironic to suggest
Rippling through my tresses
Lifting both my soul and my hemline
The wind soars through me
On the swings
Flying up to the clouds
Drifting back down again and again
The wind is here for me
Words can’t even begin to describe
On account of I ain’t no scribe
But I got say
I hope I make your day
When I tell you the truth
You are a hero to all us youth
It’s a list of things
That goes on forever,
But gets smaller as it goes,
That describes who I am.
Every part of the list,
Looks at itself as on a ladder,
And climbs the hill to be larger.
We fight, yell and argue
Sometimes I tell you I hate, but you still love me no matter what
I tell you to leave me alone but your still there
by my side.
When I cry your there to listen to what's wrong
I hear the battle cry
Sounding
In the distance.
Or is it
The crying
Of the
Solider
Marching to
Their death.
Do they see
It coming
Do they know
Thank you to those who gave me the opportunity the live my life.
To those who sacrificed their lives for the lives for others.
To those who stood up for what they believed in.
To those who knew right from wrong.
So sweet and kind
People may not see it, but I’m not completely blind…
You fill people with joy
With your beautiful smile…
I thank you
for telling me
that anything is possible,
that anything can be achieved,
that the sky is not the limit,
that there are no limits.
I thank you
for guiding me
I am protective.
I run into crimson blood battles,
And cloud rimmed frays,
For the right person.
I climb towers of insecurities,
And bravely dive into uncertainty,
Rage, my gravity,
Only
Taking A Loss
By: Eric Turner
To know how it feels to lose someone that was never really there, yet you wanted them very badly to be...
Her EYES
Blue as the ocean
Peaceful as the morning breeze
And when a secret is amidst. They close slightly in curiosity, peering through my scalp, demanding to know what’s on my mind
I just want to thank you for the chance to tell you about who I am and what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m assuming that even if you didn’t ask me, you must have wanted to know who I really am?
Do you see her?I promise she is thereYou can't touch herYou can't hear herBut she is there Can you feel her?She is simple covered
I told you I loved you.
I told you so often I began to believe it.
I lied to you every day we spent together.
I told you that I loved you.
I told you so often that I swore it was the truth.
Sweet gentle arrival as if delivered by a Stork,
My options are unlimited, I'm free to explore.
I know what you do, I see your sacrifice,
You think its not enough. Nothing will suffice.
I am a quiet girl who likes to dream.
I wonder if people will become nicer and more caring in the world.
I hear silence pounding in the middle of the night.
I see a happy world that’s always sunny and happy.
I open the window
and my hairs stand on end.
The clouds hang low
and the tree branches bend.
Triumphantly the wind sings;
WHOOSH! comes its longing tune.
This is one of my favorite things,
Never thanked you for making things possible
Never apologized for that day I made you cry
Never understood what you were trying to say
I was truly blind
This isn't crap
This is real
I love you.
I can’t believe that you for some crazy reason love me too.
I just wanted to write this to say thank you
Thank you for what you’ve done in my life
And what you did on that cross.
Poor Kids in Bangladesh
Poor kids in Bangladesh;
sweat, tears, heat, fears.
Poor kids in Bangladesh.
Everyday Linda would come to school on timeAnd everyday she would bring her first teacher an appleFresh picked from her family's orchardAnd everyday without fail the teacher would graciously accept
Life.
Wrap me up in it.
Feed me it by spoon.
Or drown me in it.
Just, leave me to submerge.
I'll be fine.
Just...Let me be.
Let me live.
I'm under lock and key,
The day I got my classes, I felt so glad to have them.
I thought this year would bring forth some more excitement and more knowledge.
After only one day in each class, I only really liked math.
A thousand thoughts lie unspoken
A medley of words in my head
I could never bring myself to say things out loud
So I kept my silence instead
Too many unexpressed ideas
Although the clocks hand’s may twist and wind in an infinite tumble round
It only takes but a moment in time for one to utter a sound.
A breath though silent means all the more as its heavy waves roll up the shore
You risk your lives day and night
So the US of A can sleep safe at night Busting your ass all year round
To keep this nation safe and sound
There he is crying all alone right thereBut I know you don't even careYou won't even go to help him You lied, you never helped so now his light is dim You act like you know it all
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release,
I write to not feel.
I write to express feelings that I know are real.
I write when I'm confused,
I write when I'm alone,
I write when there's no one but myself at home.
Writing is a passage to the soul,
A life etched in ink or coal.
My story is different and unheard
Yet so many find it so absurd.
I write to tell my story,
I write to escape my quarry,
My selfish self wants to stand out and shine,
Like the glowing eyes from the roadside in the night
Making many folks alert of my existence.
Yet, all my life I’ve been watching from behind those dazzling bright eyes,
i write because others write
one day i heard someone speak without making a sound
the book opened on my lap spilled with words that were so loud
at the end of every sentence and/or phrase, was a bold statement
Thank you God for waking me up and allowing me to see another day.
Thank you for letting me be a human being, I make mistakes.
I've sinned, I'm sinning, I will sin, and sin for more.
Why I write
The externalization of my internal fight
My words take flight
What I convey not always a delight
The emotions are real,
Flashing before your eyes
Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed
And at times I even desired death
My feelings were strong and extreme
It was the consequence
Of trials and times
That clearly took a toll on me
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
ITS IN MY SOUL TO EXPPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS
THAT SCREAMING VOICE THAT NO ONE CAN TOUCH
TAKES OVER MY FINGERS
THAT BRINGS NO FEAR
IM UNTOUCHABLE WHEN I HAVE A PEN NEAR
Why I write
is simply so
when my words sprout wings
and take off into my soul
my mind and spirit
filled with dismay
writing is the ticket
as I take on the soul train
Why I write
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature
they must invest in themselves.
In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
Poetry is more than words
put together in rhymes and stanzas.
It’s more than a couplet
Or even iambic pentameter.
To me it iss utter expression.
A way to scream and shout
You use them to communicate,
you use them to express your hate,
you use them to depict your fate,
you use them to inovate.
but i use them to fight,
i use them to make things right,
Words written in led or words written in ink;
whenever I find a chance, I really begin to think.
Words written in red or words written in pink;
When I find the chance to write, it feels like it was meant to be.
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
When I first met you,
flowers started blooming
in my darkest spots.
All because of you,
I know I have a light
And it shines for you alone.
And I thank you
For your time
and your kindness.
My Christ,
lord and savior,
reign down on me.
I just wish everyone could see ya!
And the truth to be seen!
How can I show my God,
when all i do is sin.
Ball my life up in a wad,
