

ListeningYou're not listening to me is like Talking to a wall Like a slap across the face Like dumping a bucket of cold water On someone's peaceful sleep It's as cruel as a spider Bitting you at night, or Like being a tiny ant Getting stepped on by a giantListening


GuiltIt gnawed on her insides And turned them to mush She wondered why she was still alive While her best friend laid there Dead Her eyes were raw from tears And scratched her eyes as she blinked Like sand that was blown Into her eyes She cried for hours The night before And fell into a fit full sleep Dreaming of the cancer cells Running around inside her friends body Eating her alive Starting from the inside And working their way out The screams were so vivid As they through her heart But as the lowered her friend Deep into theGuilt


A Poem For YouA wonderful sweet and caring man That has ever dared to take my hand We can talk until the sun comes up And sometimes the we still don't stop I love you so deeply what we share You life my spirits when you're near And show me life can still be dear I hope for you I can do the same And show you that life's not a game In the depths of my heart there is bliss Which you extract with your gentle kiss And in my eyes you can do nothing wrong In my heart my feelings are strong For along this journey I think I have fallen In love with you without even knowinA Poem For You


MikeyI know you are down In the dumps And you've gone over A lot of bumps It's really hardMikey
To see you this way When I think Of you each day I really hope You won't be blue The next time that I think of you I really wish You'd stop your drinking And really start To do some thinking I miss you dearly But you will never know The cuts so deep They almost show
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"Donuts. Is there anything they can't do?"
-Homer J. Simpson
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