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Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Alive

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Anon C

Alive

A dream that encompasses me
The smallest things have such beauty

Walking down a dark street
Nothing to be seen
Shrouded in silence

Dancing in the rain
Drops caressing your lips
Kind eyes shining bright

A stroll in the woods
Everything connected
Speaking nothing, hearing everything

Laying upon the earth
Feeling it spin beneath
Smelling that sweet smell

I love to be alive
See all the beauty life has to offer
Isn't it funny
The simplest of things much more beautiful spent with you

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Only a Girl

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Michael Ryan

Only a Girl

While I still have the emotions.
I must write them out.
Because soon, I will once again become so stout.

I continue my writings from my other day.
I protest that I am fine, of which I am.
All I ponder is do you think I am some scam.

Are you going to run n hide or accept, forward motion.
Carrying your pantheon heart and my own carnivorous groan.
Will you walk this walk or throw a stone.

This the last of your poems unless you decide to stay.
Tomorrow, maybe you will make me cry.
After the fact you are just a girl, and I just some guy

Simply put, she's just some girl.

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Black Sheep

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Anon C

Black Sheep

Are you a Black Sheep?
The one they all say is responsible
For every unwanted moment
So selfish
Ah yes, you must be self involved
Why?
Because you are different
Because they do not understand
What you are
That you are alone
Sad
Desperate
Wanting to be accepted
That is all a Black Sheep can ask
But Black Sheep you shall remain
It is alright friend
I understand

Written for a friend having a hard time right now.

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Daddy Mine

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Hilda

Daddy Mine

In all the world my Daddy is the best
Sometimes he likes to play croquet with me,
And everyday fills each moment with zest:
So that golden hours charm us with their glee.

He teaches me about Heaven and God
From the pages of our worn Bible each day,
And even though he never uses a rod
Instead Daddy teaches me how to pray.

Sometimes he teases like a little boy,
Plays the piano and sings an old hymn,
Flooding our humble abode with such joy
And say! You guessed it! My Daddy's name is Tim.

~Marian and Hilda~

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

My first kiss

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Warda Kashif

My first kiss

It was sweet
light
and fast.
However, the feeling will always last.
It sent bolts of lightening down my spine,
And sparks of electricity through my soul.
A gust of wind across my mind,
And a bond that seemed indestructible.
That feeling of perfection.
That feeling of protection
Making my head spin in all directions.
How could such complexity come from such a light touch?

It seemed so safe
So innocent
So lovely
However, it meant so much more.
For this light connection opened doors.
This little joke, a small playful score.
How did it turn to something so magical?

It was light as a feather
Soft as a cloud
Sweet as candy
And addictive like a drug
This small connection could only be a kiss
A true kiss;
That wakes a princess from her sleep,
Turns a toad into a prince.

A kiss that happens in dreams
In fairy tales
And fantasies
However, it was real.
It was my first real fairy tale kiss.

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

My first kiss

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Warda Kashif

My first kiss

It was sweet
light
and fast.
However, the feeling will always last.
It sent bolts of lightening down my spine,
And sparks of electricity through my soul.
A gust of wind across my mind,
And a bond that seemed indestructible.
That feeling of perfection.
That feeling of protection
Making my head spin in all directions.
How could such complexity come from such a light touch?

It seemed so safe
So innocent
So lovely
However, it meant so much more.
For this light connection opened doors.
This little joke, a small playful score.
How did it turn to something so magical?

It was light as a feather
Soft as a cloud
Sweet as candy
And addictive like a drug
This small connection could only be a kiss
A true kiss;
That wakes a princess from her sleep,
Turns a toad into a prince.

A kiss that happens in dreams
In fairy tales
And fantasies
However, it was real.
It was my first real fairy tale kiss.

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

One Last Shove

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Michael Ryan

One Last Shove

I would like the many all to know
that I am all ready to go
no I do not mean to my death
I do not want to take my final breath

I am ready to fall to my slumber
I wonder when it'll be my number
before my rest I'd like to say that I am not upset
I have done all I can do, I call it my best

I will see where my tidings have gone
all I can say is that we did have a great bond
maybe you have seen, so I will give you time
perhaps you have not thought it threw; you are mine

I care oh so much, but I accept my world
it may not be clear, it truly is all swirled
the truth will always find me soon
and to be honest I know it will bring my doom

I would like the many all to know
that if I had to, I can let her go
No I do not mean from my love
I will take that final breath after one last shove

If you read this poem and the four or three before this I made all of them in one day. See the flux of my emotions I think they are pretty wide. I've come to many conclusions today.

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Untitled

Nov 2012 A Michaelle Yarbrough

Anier Marie

Untitled

It's crazy how you call once she goes to sleep.
You wanna talk when she out and about with her friends.
You wanna lean on me when she's not there to hear you out.

But that moment she's back to have that little talk with, all I get is a dial tone. . .

You want me to be your back up chick.
A fire hydrant sitting there waiting to be used.
But then again, some how I'm okay with that
Not really

I just want you to love me
But not the way that you do
If I can't have you to myself, I'm willing to take half of you.

I know it ain't right, but I feel so lost, I need a clue.

Man I'm just a back up chick,
I just wish I was the one you would choose