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 Sep 2015 Izzy
Shyanna Ashcraft
With a pen to a paper,
Like a sword to a foe,
I write poetry,
And present it to the world,
Like a present with a bow.
Letting the words
fill my paper.
Watching them take flight
Like many birds
drifting across updrafts in the wind.
And I will send
Them like a "get well" card
To every person who needs a friend.
Poetry is a healing process.
A coping system
A cure
A medicine for those in need.
Poetry is a dream
In which you don't
Have to scream
Unless you want to.
A dream that you control,
A beam that you can hold,
A story yet untold,
Perfectly crafted jewel,
With scripture writ in gold.
09-29-15
Please find and take heed
Words written by a poet to read
Words of feelings that flow
That come from within the soul

Some words so hard to write
Never before shown the light
Treasured words that are shared
Given by a poet now bared

One poem reading a million others
Words of sorrow or for lovers
Each poet, to find, to be inspired
Words of passion that are fired

Give every poet just that chance
Let those words come and dance
For those that come from the dark
Allow those words leave their mark

Read them and let them be seen
Understand what their words will mean
A million poets writing in the sun set
Writing with a heart we will never forget
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
 Sep 2015 Izzy
Infamous one
Freak
 Sep 2015 Izzy
Infamous one
I feel like a freak by choice
But in a good way lead with no voice
I'm different from everyone
I'm the short friend with a massive heart
My piercings make me unique
I'm random but like to laugh and smile
I rock chucks attitude of punk
Wear glasses to read stimulate my mind
Not like the rest I take pride on myself
Being me is my greatest protest
Writing is my way of expression
Not into drinking intoxicated by my music
Fight to be me fight not to lose
In my own freak world
It's the place that makes me happy
 Sep 2015 Izzy
Bluebird
Poets
 Sep 2015 Izzy
Bluebird
it is not because of the sadnesss or pain
that we write,
it is because we choose to have many lives.
 Sep 2015 Izzy
Emma Pickwick
We were beautiful children
And we grew up so brave,
We were touched by death and heartbreaks but we stayed just the same.

We listen to jazz all night and drink red wine,
Find ourselves adventure to pass the time,
We don't talk much about the pain we've felt inside,
No more bumps in the road,
Just enjoying the ride.

Our love is too strong to carry weight of what's gone,
We find peace in the sun,
And the belief of being young.

Love of mine in the world,
We are one in the same,
You can laugh while you're crying and be childish when you lose games,
We are fine, we are okay,
We are in love,
And our children someday will be just like us.
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