"I may not say thank you to all who
like my poems.
Please don't take it to heart.
I'll try my best to start.
I love you all, and the art you do.
To love a strangers work,it's a
dream come true.
The world can bring so many down, but
when a poem is read, it can turn around
their frown.
We are gifted from above.
The Lord allows us to think.
We put his words on the "Paper Wall", for others
to stand up and speak.
They speak to others with all that we have
to say.
It give's them a life with a smile, finding them
enjoying the brand new day.
So please forgive me for not saying thanks to you all, but
Love  me as i love you, and keep writing your mind
on the "Paper Wall."

I have serious intentions
To break my limitations

(c) Dec.2008
I spent my whole life addicted
To the streets
On my knees praying,
“Father help me please.
I can’t hide my disease of using You
All these years of lies, I was abusing You.
Seems any reason I could find wasn’t worth it.
What did my family do to deserve it?”
They shared so much pain and were in fear for me.
So much to lose, nothing to gain shed a tear for me
With thoughts of suicide and fantasies of death.
It was never the streets I was addicted to…
It was ****…

Granddaughter Lucy wrote this just before bedtime this evening.
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Dear God
Thank you for this day. Make sure that evrybuty is safe and has a good night and try not to let enebody sin. In God name we pray. Amen.
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She gave it to me at bed time. She was asleep before I got it typed in. She Is a first grader.

I have nothing to say.
My input apparently wasn't welcome,
Though you asked for it.
My presence wasn't required,
Though you said:
"It'll make me more comfortable."
My help was just the opposite,
Though I helped you fix things with him.
You have no clue how hard it was for me.
Figure it out yourself next time.

I am a wanter of fantasy
But I live for the true
Believer of magic
But wonder for reason
Swimming to imagination
Walking for definition
Pondering your love
Wishing it's real*


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016