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Written for A Project in Afr.-Amer. Humanities

People crying, daddies dying,
someone send our soldiers home.
They want us out. They scream and shout,
but we won’t leave the war alone.
Gas prices are rising while Bush just keeps lying.
Still trying to gain our respect and our trust.
Is it too late to take it all back?
To help all the victims, to end this war?
Is it too late to rewind the tape?
And what the hell are we fighting for?
Nothing… but a power struggle.
Our world was dying without bushes help,
but the number of deaths this year is tragic.
It’ll take much more than a miracle
if only we had the magic.
The touch that chills us to the bones
with the thought that our soldiers will never come home
That this war never ending will leave us fighting
our own reflection in the mirror
Tossing and turning in our beds. We can’t sleep
for the fear that we may kill ourselves in the night.
And if we make it through the night
surely we will meet our downfall
at the hand of the weapons of mass destruction we call our government.
© 2005

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You said I didn't do anything wrong
I guess at least you're honest
You said you liked to turn me on
I guess at least you're honest
You said you wouldn't get me that
I guess at least you're honest
You told me that I wasn't fat
I guess at least you're honest
You said you loved me every day
I'm guessing you were honest
You said you'd never go away
Are you sure that you're honest?

Was I fooled by a kiss?
'Cause my eyes were closed
was I too blind to see
through the lies you told?
In your arms I was warm
but your touch was cold
and your eyes, blue like ice
sparkled just like gold.
You said I was the one
though you never told
such a thing to your ex
'cause you're getting bold.
This is getting old.
© 2005

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So are you a liar? A user? Abuser?
Are you a fake? Are you just confused?
Are you pathetic? Should I just forget it?
Should I walk away now? Should I just pretend?
Did you just want her back again?
And are we even still just friends?
You said you didn't care for her.
You said you weren't where you were.
So did you love me like you said?
Would you even care if I were dead?
© 2005

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A free verse is supposed to be a poem that doesn't necessarily rhyme that just pours your emotions onto a piece of paper or a xanga entry as the case may be. They also tend to suck. Well... not all of them... but this one probably will.

So is it over?
Is this what I looked forward to everyday?
The happiness, the love, the fear, and the pain.
I was afraid I wasn't good enough but you said I was.
I was so happy every time you put your arms around me.
Every time you kissed me, every time I felt your warm embrace.
I melted in you arms each day and dreamed of us each night.
I love the way you touched me. The way your eyes sparkled
even when you were angry. You told me I was beautiful.
I was afraid you would get bored with me. You said no way.
You said you didn't like me, you loved me. Is it, was it ever true?
Maybe I was blinded by what I thought was love?
Maybe. I was fooled into thinking someone cared.
But I'd do it again just to be with you. I'll play your fool.
I'll be the loser in this game falling deeper into insanity,
farther away from and out of love's grasp.
© 2005

Tada. Yup I know it sucked ass. It's just how I feel.One minute you say you love me, you kiss me, and we go to class. Three hours later you're yelling at me to get away from you. You hangout all week with a girl you've been bashing like hell. You go to a play and make up with your ex who you just called a bitch earlier this week saying if she wants you back that's Bullshit and funny as hell. If you loved me you wouldn't have yelled at me. If you loved me you'd talk to me. If you loved ME you'd say so.

Remember... August 23, 2005...... September 12, 2005...... October 9, 2005...... October 23, 2005...... November 27, 2005...... December 11, 2005...... December 14, 2005..... Is it over?

Still Going On

Guess who's coming today... Avery... Blargh

This is the poem I had to write for Humanities just decided to put it on here... It's supposed to go to a song. The Clips of the song are here: http://scriptorium.lib.duke.edu/sgo/start.html

Still Going On

When it all began they had a plan
to take us away to a foreign land
and make us work with foot and hand.
We were beaten, never broken.

Fighting, forced to fight,
we fought a war against each other.
Freedom came, promises made.
A mule and 40 acres they say.

No more working for no pay.
No struggling to live each day.
We’ll work for ourselves.
We’ll live life our way.

But we are those who have no voice.
We are those without a choice.
Share croppers and maids are we.
But maybe one day we be free.
© 2005

PAST COMMENTS
thats not very nice.
Posted 1/3/2006 4:01 PM by OOERxiiSxMiiNE

thats not very nice.
Posted 1/3/2006 4:01 PM by OOERxiiSxMiiNE