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Sometimes
I think about the things that I love

I think about
the books that I read
the genres I enjoy

I think about
the shows that I watch
the music I like

I think about
the thoughts I have
the opinions I hold

I think about
who I am
and what makes me so

I think about
how I don't really know anyone
who cares for the things I care for

(Except you)

Sometimes
I think about the things that I love
and I feel *alone
You can only question,
The methods above,
When they take the soul,
Of someone you love,

When criminal's live,
To repeat each breath,
Spreading all fear,
Avoiding death,

We mourn the past,
Robbed of our time,
A happy future,
Tortured by crime,

We pray in vain,
To bring them back,
Your silent response,
The comfort you lack,

Grief eats me alive,
As anger resides,
Vengeance is real,
Life for a life,

No remorse,
For my actions taken,
A son of no cross,
Forever forsaken.
I'd stand in the rain
with no umbrella
for you.
All of this rain just makes me think about what I'd do to brighten your day.
Lord, she's so beautiful,
but she's still my friend
I've done everything I can
to keep her safe from other men
Which isn't saying much
because this girl's so smart,
but what I've tried to save
is the innocence of her heart
With every bad man in her life
I just try to remain the same
because I've worked so hard
to have such a good name
and be someone that's reliable,
someone that she can trust,
but on my side of the coin
it's more than just lust
I throw her off my scent
by mentioning other girls
Little does she know
that she encompasses my world
How can she not know
that she's what I envision
when I think of the perfect woman
and provide the description?
**** any girl alive
that doesn't think they're beautiful!
Their heads are in the clouds
and their world's in cubicles
One day very soon here
I'll help her open her eyes
and maybe she'll realize
she's known the perfect guy
Poem from high school.
 May 2014 Call Me Sara
daisies
I was quite,
but I was not blind.

I was calm,
but I was not collected.

I was smiling,
but I was not happy.

I was smart,
but I was not appreciated.

I was sad, 
but I was not showing it.

I was free,
but I was not brave.

I was curious,
but I was not questioning. 

I was articulate,
but I was not speaking.

I was nice, 
but I was not vain.

I was me,
but I was not enough. 

I was found,
but I was lost.
 May 2014 Call Me Sara
Sjr1000
I
still hear
voices
but now
we all get along.
 Apr 2014 Call Me Sara
Molly
YOU THOUGHT SMOKING WAS
**** SO I COATED
MY LUNGS IN
TAR UNTIL YOU
REFUSED TO KISS MY
ASHTRAY LIPS

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