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All that was lost
I finally found
your name makes
the sweetest sound
when it leaves my lips
it feels like a song
at last I finally
feel like I belong
to someone
that was once a dream
you're my sun, moon
and everything in between
it feels complete
when i'm holding your hand
come dance with me
in a strange land
where the stars
are falling among the grass
and the seas are made
of gold & glass
my life reflected
in deep brown eyes
come away with me
under glittering skies
 May 2015 GGRamone
Nicole
Are you...
 May 2015 GGRamone
Nicole
Are you afraid?
Are you ashamed?
Are you with doubts?
Are you hiding something?
Are you keeping something?
Are you sure of what you doing?
Are you confused?
Are you insecure?
Are you giving up?

Tell me, what's the matter ?
Unfinished...
 May 2015 GGRamone
Nicole
Dark Box
 May 2015 GGRamone
Nicole
It's dark and lonely.
I don't see, hear or feel anything.
The air is shortened, I'm suffocating.
I try to get out of this maze of darkness,
but I don't find the portal.
Every second, the surface's tension is more severe, more intense.
I run, but I still at the same place
Someone please get me out of here.
I'm almost motionless, in the middle of nowhere.
What's this?
What am I doing stuck in here?
Why no one come and save me ?
Originally written in Spanish.

Está oscuro y solitario.
Veo, oigo o siento nada.
Se acorta aire, me asfixio.
Trato de salir de este laberinto de tinieblas, pero no encuentro el portal.
Cada vez, la tensión de la superficie es más severa, más intensa.
Corro, pero me mantengo en el mismo lado.
Alguien por favor, sáqueme de aquí. Estoy  casi inmóvil en medio de la nada.
¿Qué es esto?
¿Qué hago en este lugar estancada?
¿Por qué nadie me salva?
It's quite hilarious
When you say "I love you"
When in fact,
love is a verb
not a noun

©IGMS
 May 2015 GGRamone
yasmine
Untitled
 May 2015 GGRamone
yasmine
over the years
ive learned that promises arent forever
not everyone can be saved
and sometimes broken people are better alone

ive witnessed a girl push everyone away
trying to save herself
she poured her heart out on paper
finding company with ink and paper
 May 2015 GGRamone
Sean Stull
We are surrounded by shadows of all those in pain,
whose bodies have withered,
till they decay.
Fear, depression, and hate,
these are our demons of fate.
I wish their was a solution,
but it may be too late.
We've become animals of fear,
caged and trapped,
challenged by the choices made by our peers.
Racism, hate, seperation....pain.
Must we always take the bait?
All around us we are divided,
because of skin or how we love,
why cant we just be united?
The boy hated because of being gay, the girl being judged on her anatomy,
this is the price we pay?
For the freedom to choose our lives,
we just sit here and lie,
while others DIE?
We've cheated ourself out of our innocence,
chosen to hate and push away,
is there a end to this wickedness?
We have hope,
we can change this world,
we don't have to just mope.
We are creatures of love and beauty,
divinly given to us all,
can we use these gifts to find unity?
The gay boy saved by a straight,
the sexified girl rescued by a gentleman,
it's NOT too late!
We've perserved through tyranny,
we've rescued those in need,
we can stop the villany!
We are the heros of our earth,
we'll stand united,
because we have been since birth.
Race by race, man by woman, gay by straight, we are brothers and sisters all,
and if we don't come together,
who will stop our fall?
first poem i EVER wrote please leave suggestions
 May 2015 GGRamone
Sean Stull
"Oh say can you see,
our land of constant misery.
Where dreams are crushed and faded,
from the Nightmare we've created.

We are born full of wonder,
till our lives are covered with terrible thunder.
Hopeless we've become,
a country so accustom to glum.

We are taught education is God,
but really it's just a facade.
Learning was never the mission,
greed caused this division.

Smart kids made depressed,
over a school system we don't address.
They can't get the perfect grades,
so they turn to blades.

State testing, grades, our lives judged by paper,
so much stress caused, some choose to meet the Maker.
Future doctors shunned because of a bad grade in History,
they are instead forced to live a life of misery.

Colleges and the goverment want only the "best",
so who cares about all the rest?
The man who could fix the economy?
Put down because of a bad grade in Biology.

Speaking of money,
wanna know what's funny?
Our future crippled with debt,
but yet they tell us not to fret.

Other countries' colleges are free,
but us Americans can surely handle such a "small" fee.
The system feeds on our scores and money,
while some of us live on crumbs, isn't that funny?

We start our adult lives behind,
and the goverment doesn't seem to mind.
We have to make the change,
we surely can't be this deranged.

We are the ones who have to fight,
with ALL of our might!
Remember, life isn't fair,
espcially in this American Nightmare......"
this is a poem about my feelings toward the American School system

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