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| Little Girl I held her in my arms, when she breathed her last breath. Her eyes looked at me so lovingly, like they did the day I brought her home. This time they only starred passed me, as if looking ahead to her next life. She wouldn't stop crying until I held her close to my heart. She could her the beating, as her breath got fainter. I watched her leave this world and move on to the Goddesses arms. I was ment to have her, to make her happy for those few weeks. At least she left knowing that someone loved her. At least I knew that she loved me. As I watch her slip away, I cry. Then I smile, because I know she may be back. If not she'll wait for me. Then I will get to breath when I see her again.. |
| All of this poetry was Inspired by events that happened in my life. I hope that you hear what they are saying and understand. If you don't maybe one day you will. |
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| She sat starring at the moon, as he watched her. Three stories up. He watched the way the wind gently played with her hair. The glow of the moon made her shine. He quietly played his guitar. Clear notes floating across the cool mountain breeze. He played a private concert just for her. It was her song. A song of beauty. A song for the girl in the moonlight.. |
| On the wind the notes float. As they seep out of the window. Going as high as the stars and kissing each one. The notes crept into my ears, into my body and warmed my heart. Making a path, as you paced in front of your window. You watch me watch you. Playing what came from your heart. From the third story window. You knew I was there. Playing what your heart felt. Letting the roamance of the cool air fill you. I stood in the night. Listening to the magic that surrounded me. |
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| There she stands, on the shore. Wild Plumeria in her hair. Little island girl. She walks along the shore. Watching everything, as if she were searching. Searching for someone. Her little island boy. |
| Early Morning Beach Sensation The early morning stretched across the vast water. Salty taste on my tounge. A salty coat al over my body. Sand beneath my toes. The suns rays warm my skin. A breeze blows and chills my body. |
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| I know You talk but you don't think I understand. I listen and I know what you say. You've forgotten were I came from. We grew up in the same place. Only color and society seperates us. I understand the prejudice. The prejudice that people hold against you. I've felt it and I've seen it. So I know. |
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| To randomly think is to randomly know. To randomly know is to explode the impossible and unlock the unknown. |
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| The Night Sky To the moon I touched the stars The moon shone on me Dreamed of grass Green, green grass In a sea of blue sky Here we lie Under night sky Just you and I |