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The drops of rain
smashed against the window pain.
Their rythum matched the beat of her heart.
Each drop, each beat
grew as one.
They now were the same
no difference,  just equal parts.
I know its been a week
But my heart was weak
I could not speak
I could only cry
Cry for the land of the Aztec
Cry for you mexico

Never forget that you are in my prayers
Never forget that you are always in my heart
We may be worlds apart but we are on one earth
Africa, South America ,we are of one heart
We will strengthen each other
We will inspire hope,
We will be the ones to show that recovery and improvement is possible
We shall stand above  the world and it shall acknowledge us
Because we are survivors
gratitude is all about transportation,
much-needed education,
and even good attitudes.
every year, we always treat each other with respect, knowledge and passion.
Although, we are committed to a safe and convenient poetry that affect us from happening.
And we will be best friends forever.

Anonymous.
Perfect poem for me.
 Oct 2015 Kelley A Vinal
Viola
My brother my friend
Together from beginning
Til the very end
I woke up this morning
After weeks of letting it go
I woke up in mourning
After weeks I havnt let it go
"Does it even matter?"
To me yes
To you no
My life is full of
Ups and downs, and
No matter how hard I try
I get pulled back further

To the point where
I'm gonna crash and
Burn and bring everyone
And everything with me.

The pressure
The tension
The would've, should've, could've
And the ifs and maybes.

The mistakes
Of my past
And of the present.
What happen to no regrets?

Slowly my life is pulling
Me backwards and
Creating tension between
The past and present.

The further back I'm pulled,
The more I lose hold of reality.
I fight the tension; I'm gonna explode!
But I'm held in place.

I'm the Arrow
And my life's the Bow.
It pulls me back
And I'm ready to explode!

It pulls me back
Dragging me through the past
Exposing me to all
My weaknesses and strengths.

It aims me in the
Right direction.
I'm pulled back and
I'm gonna hit the intended target.

I'm the Arrow.
My life's the Bow.
It pulls me back
So I can hit my goal.
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