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  Apr 2015 HOOPS11
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An infant wrapped in ***** sheets
No heat to warm his soft cheeks
A mother weeps for her mistakes
Clutching the baby tight, trying hard not to break

Absurd thoughts crossed the mother's mind
What harm could happen if she leaves her baby behind?
Never has she wanted to keep him alive
A sin she can easily connive

A night full of guilt and regrets
Things she wishes to forget
If only she was a better mother to him
Everything would have never been so grim

Tonight she shall cross the street
Walk the pavements of melting sleets
Lay the infant down on freezing concrete
Turn her back, a sin she would concede

But guilt twisted her stomach as she walks away
She feels as if her baby calls for her to stay
Conscience compelled her to walk back
To the little angel lying on its back

She picked him up and love confounded her
"How dare I leave this poor angel? I am such a terrible mother!"
She planted a kiss on the baby's face, she then wept for her mistakes
Holding the baby in her embrace, little by little, the heartaches dissipate.

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I haven't written in a while so forgive me if this poem's a bit off.
  Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Shaded Lamp
When you're broken
When life has you on a rope
When you welcome the mists of death
And shun the bright rays of hope

Remember this day
How you refused to forgive
You laid foundations for your gallows
Wake up,  wake up... And live
  Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Lytrell Howard
When I hear your voice I smile, when I see you I frown
When I talk to you I sadden, receiving a feeling of let down
Trusted a stranger with my heart and that stranger left town.

I remember our first encounter you probably saw just another soul
But I saw love, in that split second my heart went to warm from cold
The electricity I had in me didn’t connect to you so I overflowed.

With my emotions dangling, strangling each other to shine
Only a temporary sign of a hopeful incline which declined
I’m possessive, I won’t stress it, but I wanted you to be mine.

If I’m mistaking cause of my shyness, please go ahead and try this
When our eyes first met, I saw a love which was lifeless
Only my belief, I’m hoping I’m wrong despite this.

If my past words are mutual please inform immediately
I would hate to be beaten by my own reactions done timidly
Hating for these days of loveless ways to be my memory.

But if I’m correct, don’t change now that you know the truth
I’ll stay the same, outlast the pain, and whatever that produce
Living life with my heart inside of a noose.

So now that it’s revealed I believe I shall dry my tears
Put away my fears, and walk to you with open ears
Whether yes or no, I’ll know the answer to my childhood years.

When I hear your voice I smile, when I see you I frown
When I talk to you I sadden, receiving a feeling of let down
Trusted a stranger with my heart, and that stranger left town.
  Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Roger Turner - Poet
Going on a road trip
Something for my soul
It's gonna take a while
But, it's gonna make me whole

I'm going to cross the country
But, I'll start on both the coasts
I've been in too many bottles
Have to exorcise some ghosts

Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where the dream did end
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where I'll start to mend

Greyhound bus out of the east
From the Maritimes my son
I'll venture through Quebec as well
This is journey number one

I'll stop and meet the people
Get their stories, of the man
I'll find the ones who met him
Try to learn just what I can

Adversity, I've had my share
Always tried self medication
Now, I need to find myself
This will take some dedication

I'll head on through Ontario
On the Trans Canada Highway route
And I'll try lose my demons
Give my devils all the boot

Brick by brick I'll bring down the walls
That over years I've built
Bricks made up of hate and rage
by love, and fear and guilt

From the west, I'll make my way
Do the highway he could not
Through the rocky mountains
Every mile is hard fought

I'll learn about the person
Who he was and who I am
I'll come through the fire stronger
I'll be a much better man

I will bus across the prairies
Through the Manitoba cold
I will focus on my endgame
I'll learn from what I'm told

Two journeys I will travel
Neither one from coast to coast
But, both are to be ended
by that famous mile post

Maybe I can find the answer
Join myself, go through the door
As he joined a nation
So many years before

Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where my journey ends
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where I'll start to mend
  Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Court
He knew he was just living in my shadow
We came to see what the city of angels had for us, if we could make it..
The angels silenced to hear my voice
while they turned their back to him
the dream he had for both of us turned into a one way street
and he couldn't see any sign of a bright future for him.
So he packed his dreams into a guitar case and flew back to Texas in hopes he could rekindle the life he's always known.
And here I sit. My mind sees the stars on the ground but all my heart sees is him.
The desire to feel held started to feel heavier than the reward of prosperity.
I know Whitney fashioned rivers when I turned the record off but the sound of the applause couldn't possibly be as rewarding as the sound of his voice.
This is really important to me.

This is a true story
HOOPS11 Apr 2015
Everyday for me is the same,
I don't know what to really say.
The world is not your oyster,
all I do is make bad choices.
I try and try to succeed,
but all I do is fail and misleed.
People just don't understand my situation,
they can see my anger and my frustration.
I pretend like like there's nothing wrong,
but really I was sad all along.
You feel like nobody really cares,
and when they ask you,you just fill up with tears.
You are stressed and depressed you don't know how to deal with it,
the world is tearing you apart bit by bit.
I can't get the words out of my mouth,
because I don't want then to know.
I can't help but hide my emotions,
because all I am feeling inside is broken.
I dream that I am swimming in an ocean,
were nobody can touch me and I have no emotion.
I feel like I just don't care,
I then feel on my cheek there's a tear.
I'm living in a lie,one that i created,
because this is just not me,and this person I hated.
Although today I am still alive,
I just hope that tomorrow I will survive.
This is real life,not just for me but for other people who are thinking about giving up.My word of advice is don't
  give up,after every fall rise up stronger,there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel,life is never sweet.Remember this.I hope this poem inspires some people out there.Thank you
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