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BEGINNINGS
One time I was afraid of the ending of things
of school, of love, of friendship
I would spend my days wondering and thinking
of how this change would change my life
I didn't want a change to begin
I didn't want my world to end
but as they say
all good things must end
and I learned to accept my fate
of the changes that occurred
and it made me strong
and it made me believe
I could be what I wanted to be
and all the things I thought I had lost
were found once again
and they made me believe
that every ending
starts a new beginning
better then anything before
because it has grown from inside you.
Copyright� l p from USA

MEMORIES OF A MOTHER
The day you were born I'll never forget
The pain and the fear the first night that we met

So big and so blue, gasping for breath
Not knowing inside what time you had left

You were taken from me without even a word
I don't think that they knew all the things that I heard

Your chances were slim, so I heard them all say
But I knew you were strong and would make it some way

Though the first days were critical, you proved them all wrong
As you fought the infections in no time at all

The cat scan looked good, no bleeding in your brain
A miracle they say took place on that day

But I knew from the start that we owed it to God
He gave you strength from your dad and will from your mom.
Copyright� R. Parker from USA
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NO ONE KNOWS
No one Knows how I feel
I feel lonely I feel sad
they don't understand I think I'm going mad
I wish some one understood me
but no one knows.
Copyright� Brad Snyder

ONE DRINK
Her life began to sink,
all because of one little drink,
the bottle hit the ground and her life turned upside down,
she didn't know what was happening,
for all she cared for was a high,
until one night when she was out,
and had one little drink,
she didnt see the stars that night,
for she hit a tree and did not surive.
Copyright� Ashley Stugeon
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MOONLIT MUSE
alone,
unknown,
'neath the light
of the moon

thoughts drift,
oh, how swift
begins the amatory
swoon.

soft cries,
no alibis,
only feeling
strong, true

sedated,
satiated,
by the simple thought
of you.
Copyright� Mandy-Mac from USA
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GIVE ME THE IMPOSSIBLE
Play me the sound of a harpsichord melody
indulge my ears with a revolutionary cord,
whisper the wind of a barren desert
-give me the impossible.

Lift me from the grips of this cancerous wound,
abate the pain of this growing malady. . .
I have lost all stregnth since you have gone.

I find myself floating above my own presence,
Why do I cry? Why do I submit?
Why do I gawk at a broken me?

I beg. . . play me the sound of a harpsichord melody,
indulge my ears with a revolutionary chord,
sing me the song of forgotten woes,
remind me why I am still here.

Personify what we were-
dreaming then I was not!
Fantasizing. . . am I now?

Your kiss was then my antidote
to disappointments abound,
your breath- my substance,
your touch- my euphoria,
without you I flounder.

Play me the sound of a harpsichord melody,
give me the wind of a barren desert,
provide the impossible. . .
show me you are here!
Copyright� Kerry Iona Dempster
Provided by A. Long from USA

PEOPLE OF OUR KIND
At night you come to me
And let no body see
You are my angel
You are my love
I hide you from everyone
Hide you from their evil tongue
Hide you from the world you see
Keeping it safe for you and me
Angels stay among us
The Demons lurk behind
Looking for the people
The people of our Kind
Kristen Kodish from USA

WHEN
When I saw you I like you
When I liked you I loved you
When I loved you I let you
When I let you I lost you
When I lost you I cried
Jeanie Hardy from USA
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I WAS WALKING ON FORTUNE COOKIES AGAIN!
You know the kind
they seem to greet your every
Hush Puppy stride.

Little shriveled up russet pages
banana colored that one over there
I'm sure quite a story
from the Summer's big ears
and chagrin of those unmentionable
things going on in the shadows,
they hold solemnly inside.

This one could of easily read:
"he who hesitates is lost
who doesn't enjoy this day."
Or
move on, move forward
pick up where you left off.

Crackle, crackle time
to rake away the wrinkles
smooth out the indigestion of things.
With every move I make
with every dehydration wink
as I press on through
a perfect ice tea Autumn afternoon.
P.F. from USA

JOURNEY THROUGHOUT THE UNKNOWN
Here I sit
A shell for this emptiness
Looking, fighting for a way to free itself
Then I awake, so cold, and scared
Not knowing how or why
Knowing only wrong
But yet thinking right
Wishing, hoping, that somehow, someway,
I could bring back what this has taken from me
My innocence, almost my purity
My childhood destroyed and for what?
So I could sit here and think about how, and why?
This poem is about drug awareness, and what it has done to me,
and hoping that none of you ever have to go through it.
MCS from USA

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