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 Mar 2015 Dreamer
Sally A Bayan
I am an adult,
But a child is how I see myself.
Some may speak of my strength
My capabilities and tolerance.
They say, in any circumstance
I have perseverance
And endurance.
These are praises that are sugar and spice
When my days are not so nice,
And yet, there's a feeling, a knowing,
Without you, I am nothing
Your stretched hand, I would always be needing,

During not so good times, you said, it is okay to cry
Told me to stand up, through the hurting hours that would go by
For, I must learn of the bright and faded colors of life again and again
How it is to walk under the sun, or through the pouring rain
So, I will appreciate joy even more, after the pain.

The warmth of your embrace
Are my weapons when scary moments I have to face
Thinking...I could have been lost
Worrying...what would've been the cost?
Errors at this point in my life, I could no longer afford
I must listen, careful not to miss your words.
There's this questioning fear,
"What if I soon leave this world?" a thought so drear
Often whispered in my ear
Something I would rather not hear,
Yet, you see me through, with your advice,
Nothing could be truer...I don't have to think twice.
From the start, you have  loved me,
In fact, you have spoiled me
I feel, I believe, you'll never tire of me.

In your assurance, in
Your undying love,
I have become inebriated...
To you, I can not hide the truth
To you, I will admit without a doubt,
My GOD,
I am, and will forever be, YOUR child....



Sally

Copyright January 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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 Mar 2015 Dreamer
reabetswe
muse
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
reabetswe
without him I wouldn't be here
he was a goddess
his lips
his eyes
his smile
his soft skin
the way he carried himself..
he was everything

he was everything I had been wishing for
there was something special about him
he knew how to keep me at ease
how to keep me sane
how to keep me happy

he was my one and only
perfect muse.
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
ShamusDeyo
People always say
That crime Don't Pay
But there are always
Those who try to beat it

A Guy Named Stan thought
He was the Man with the Plan
All he needed was the  guy to
Bypass the Electric Alarms

He looked up an old Buddy
Someone he could trust
Once the Alarm was dead
There was a Back door to bust

Sitting waiting was a Companies
Payroll over Thirty Grand
They Pried open the Safe
And got what was at Hand

Stan kneeled and passed
the Money to his Buddy
Holding onto The Sack
Glad the Guy had his back

As he looked up from the Safe
Square into the Barrel of a Gun
Stan knew the plan was done
The Crack of a .32 took his life

As he Lie there Bleeding
From a Bullet in his Neck
He thought he had all the Cards
But there was a Joker in the Deck


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I am no poet, yet I write poems.
I am no writer, yet I write stories.
I am no hippy, yet I believe in world peace.
I am no politician, yet I have my opinions.
I am no god, yet I create.
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
GailForceWinds
We work, we die
I look to the clouds and cry
I only long for peace and joy
They are nowhere in site
So what’s my next ploy?

I really don’t ask for much
All my plans are turning to mush
Doom and gloom is all I see
No knight in shining armor to come rescue me

I made my choices
Not all good ones I admit
But I’ve been trying so hard
I haven’t yet quit

So why is life so unfair?
Almost too much to bear
On foot in front of the other
And here I go again
Hoping for something wonderful
Around the next bend
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
FiesaLy
In my dream

I saw you

Like a star

Glimmering in the dark night

Shining so bright to amaze me

Came closer and closer

Till i could smell the heaven

Living in your illusion

Become one of the regrets

But it was too late to escape
 Mar 2015 Dreamer
Marley Marie
I don't want to love you anymore
but it seems like every time you walk out of that door a part of me has just been stolen, burned, crushed and broken, I don't think its possible to love somebody as much as I love you
what am I supposed to do
when my hart ache for you and only you?
what have you done to me?
why can't I stop loving you?
im sooo ready to move on
I try and I try but loving you is a unbelievable high.
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