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My Home Beach
I use to hate Myrtle Beach.
Until it came out of reach.
I miss going to the ocean.
I miss going to the beach to surf.
I miss riding my bike on all types of turf.
I miss feeling grand.
I miss the fire department.
I miss going to friends apartments.
I miss going to concerts.
I miss being on alert.
I miss my old friends.
I miss the different trends.
Copyright �2005 Eric Saunders
Get Away Tiff
I don't want Tiff no more.
All she wants to do is score.
She is such a whore.
Between her and I is a war.
She made my heart get tore.
She lied to me about that guy.
She made it seem as if I didn't try.
I just don't understand why.
Now she can have as many men as she wants up to the sky.
I hope she realises what she has done and all she does is cry.
No buddy better ask me why.
When you will not like my reply.
I will for sure not be shy.
Copyright �2005 Eric Saunders
Wiered
I don't drink or smoke.
Or even toke.
But I do love to drink Coke.
On and off I am broke.
I love to pick and poke.
I hate to see some one choke.
Not even as a joke.
I don't even like seeing a dead body croke.
I do not like seeing some one loke.
I don't like to smoke or toke.
But I love Coke, I hate being broke.
It is fun to poke, but not to choke.
Even as a joke or if the dead body croked.
Copyright �2005 Eric Saunders
A quick I love Brittany Poem
Now I sit in school.
Wondering how many people think I am a fool.
I love this ONE girl.
And no it's not a squirl.
I love her cheer.
And that she is never sneer.
I love her huggs and kisses.
I also love her best wishes.
I miss her every day.
I wish I could just go up and say.
I miss you and I love you.
And I want to marry you still.
My best man would probably have to be Wil.
This is short and dumb.
But to me this is something fun.
Copyright �2004 Eric Saunders
I Miss Her
I think about her all the time.
I wonder what she feels over time.
I wonder if she still is mine.
I wonder if she thinks about me from 8 to 9.
She's the only thing that made me shine.
I think about her all the time.
I carry that little bear all around.
I don't care how that sounds.
I think about the time we went fishing.
I still keep on wishing.
I count the day down day by day.
Just to hear her the words you say.
I have two desires.
One is going into fires.
Every one that knows me knows my second desire.
I miss the walks.
The nice sweet talks.
I miss the late nights.
Our baby fights.
I miss holding hands.
Making plans.
I am not able to live life.
I cry every day all day.
Your parents lied and put me to shame.
And pulled my life down the drain.
That's ok.
Only 2 years, 2 months and 10 days.
Everyone asks why do I love her.
I tell them I can not find a girl like her.
I can not find a girl that when I told her not to.
She would still cook and clean.
And never be mean.
Because we are only 3 years apart.
I love her and she loved me.
Only if everyone else could see.
3 years in high school is normal.
In fact it is better than most couples.
I will do my time even if I whine.
In 2 years, 2 months, and 10 days.
I will find out the truth.
My Job
I just got a job.
But do not work with a Bob.
I work with a Bill who stays very still.
I work mall security which is boring.
Some times we catch our gaurds snoring.
When we do, which is a few.
The boss man then fires and then gets more to hire.
We have to be on our gaurd which is right now isn't hard.
If I got a chance to work in the mall, I would stand a little more tall.
We get ok pays, but no raise.
Some times we spend here hours a day.
Which is ok.
Right now we watch the new bass pro.
It seems like we are there for show.
I want to chase people or even mase people.
In the bass pro shop we work 6 entrances a day.
Which seems a little gay.
We have more people watching the bass pro shop, than we do having people moping the floor in the mall from wall to wall.
Up to September, I have to remember.
At any time I may get paid off and get laid off.
Most the time all we do is sit and talk or stand and walk.
Time goes slow, minute after minute, hour after hour, it makes your life devour.
That is my job as a security gaurd which is not even hard.
Copyright �2004 Eric Saunders
My Screw Up
Here I sit at work thinking about all the wrongs I did.
I want to cry because all I did was lie.
Heck I kind of even want to die.
You do not need or deserve to lower your standards to me.
Only if you could see.
I want to spend all of my time with you.
But all your family does is shew, shew, shew.
Some girls are sluts.
They're just like muts, there fun to play with.
But not have to have one of your own.
Most girls with me is a fling.
But with you and I it is a thing.
I work all day and then try calling you to say hey.
Most times you never there, I don't know where.
We work all the time, and never give us time to shine.
I want you to be mine all mine.
I want to be yours all yours.
I want to work andmake the money to spend it all on you honey.
This is making my eyes a little runny.
Baby, I don't know what to do, maybe I should shew, shew, shew.
Copyright �2004 By: Eric
Nicole
I sit here wondering why you had to lie.
I have loved you and will always love you above all others.
You have warmed my sole or made me gole.
Your kiss is as soft as a peach within reach.
You lied but I still denied.
Your parents will not let us be together or see each other.
Who knows one day you could be the mother of my kids.
You parents hate me and descrate me but that is strait with me.
I love your smile and filed it into my heart.
I hate not being with you or holding you in my arms and being near your charms.
I sit at night and with out a fight, I think of you.
I sleep at night and have a great dream of might of one day you and I could be married.
You came to me and said you wanted me to be your man and with a plan you made our dreams with out any screams.
I sit here and think how I can not be with out you and how I doubt you.
I sit here and think how I can not be fit in your schedule like something unlegible.
You are my angel and spread your warmth of joy with out a cause or a pause.
You are the magic carpet that swept out from under me.
I try moving on, but it is like walking on a tread mill.
The more you try, the more you tire and get no where in that spot even if it is a little dot.
Just think of love like a dove.
It can be clean but sometimes pretty mean.
I don't understand why I am not good enough for your parents.
It is like they are tyrants like defyants.
Look I love you and want to be with you.
Who cares what people say, as long as we pray.
Baby I may not show it, but I love you and want to be with you and dont want to fight because that is not very bright.
I have hurt you and made you cry, we should be equal and not keep having sequals.
I want to be one and not be spun.
This poem may not make sense but makes things a lot less tense.
Your the one and not must be done, because I would miss you and wish I could kiss you.
I want to hold you and would have told you, evertyhing I am thinking.
This is dumb and kind of like a beach bum.
This was a very hard and a little of a retard.
This was fun just like playing out in the sun.
One day you will wear my ring and want to sing.
So tell me how you feel and not the fake deal.
So make it be real and have a good feel.
This is too long and has made it almost a song.
I will end but we will never end or bend.
Instead we will just hook to each other and make another.
I love you Nicole for ever. 7-4-03.
By: Eric
Thinking of You
I thought of you when the sun came up till it went down.
Your were the air I breathed, I couldn't live with out you.
You were as hott as the boiling springs.
You were as caring as the man up stairs.
You were dependable as a Chevy. LOL.
You were as fine as wine.
Your lips were as soft as silk and as juicy as a plum.
You were as pretty as wild Dandi Lions.
You sometimes can be as confusing as a maze.
I loved you more than money.
You were as soft and cuddily as a stuffed animal.
When you use to touch me, I felt like I had been touched by an Angel.
You were as funny as when the bed fell apart.
You and I shared something that no one else will have.
You and I got along better than roads and lights.
I love your smile as much as I love children.
Copyright �2003 Eric Saunders
What Love Means to Me
Love to me means that you are there through every ocasion.
Including good ones such as anniverseries, birthdays or just to hang out.
Or bad occasions including in the hospital, deaths, or just being sick.
Love to me means that you trust the person.
Love to me means I won't lie to them to they lie to me.
Love to me means that looks do not matter.
Love to me means that you work out your problems with each other.
Love to me means that what you wear or your style doesn't matter.
Love to me means that even if you brake up, and have your fights, you will always love the person.
That is what love means to me, but what does it mean to you?
By: Eric
My Looks
My face looks like the moon or a pizza.
People think I am the ugliest person they have ever seen
People laugh at me when they see me.
I feel like I mine as well be dead.
My body is like a beat down farm truck.
The only people that want farm trucks are rednecks and desperate people.
I am tough and dependable, but not the best looking.
The only thing that keeps me alive and going is the few people that Love me, and care about me.
By: Eric
Thunder Bolts
My feelings are like thunder bolts.
Outrageous and not knowing when I will strike.
Some times my feelings are like when you get paid.
Because you know nothing will happen.
Some times my feelings are like a rotten apple.
You know you won't get better or happier.
By: Eric
I feel I am
I sit in the class like a car sitting at the garage not getting fixed.
I am as free as an animal but is caught in a cage.
I am as smart as a computer, but the memmory is all used up.
I am just like a chair, I feel that everyone has to use me.
I feel that I am as blind as a bat at times.
I feel that I am as hated as Hitler.
I feel like I was a prize to some people, but was replaced by another.
My life feels like a nascar driver that is always slowed down by speed bumps and never getting any where fast enough.
Life is the Mount Saint Helens of everything.
I feel like I am the little entenna on my blazer, but want to be the big one and get more communication.
I feel like my blazer, had so many tests run on me and lots of bad things happen to me, but I am still going.
I feel like I am on a roller coaster of life, only on it because the people that care about me wants me to stay on.
By: Eric
South Carolina's Beach and Land
The water can be blue all the way through.
The water could be two feet to real deep.
The sand is ground and slight brown.
People come to this beach from all around.
Some people debate the water and some just hate the water.
Some people come even though they can't swim, so they don't go in.
People come to see how it looks or just to read books.
People who lives here, or visits here, go to the stores instead of doing choirs.
Most people here either have lots of bucks or real big trucks.
Copyright �2003 Eric Saunders
HateFul
Every one hates me and debates me.
People hate the way I act or any thing like that.
People hate the way I eat or sleep.
People hate my flaw or the way I draw.
I guess I am a hateful and debateful type of person.
People hate my age or my rage.
People hate my redneck self and a red elf.
Every one hates me and descrates me.
Girls or boys, either if they act like a fool or to be cool,
they shouldn't hate me debate me, and descrate me.
Even though I am a hateful, debateful, descrateful type of person.
By: Eric
Colors
Blue is cool
Red is dead
Orange is for the fruit for the troops.
Brown is to be drown.
Black is for the black jack.
Green is for mean.
Yellow is for chello in a bowl of jello.
White is for a fight.
Purple is from a cherple.
Last but not least, gray is for hay.
By: Eric
Love Is Like An Apple
Love is like an apple
Some times it's sweet and other times it's rotten.
The seed of the apple is the core of your love.
The beginning of a new relationship.
When you are hungry and you get to the core, it is when your relationship has ended.
Throwing the apple in the trash is like forgetting you had a relationship with that person.
It was good while it lasted.
Copyright �2003 Eric Saunders