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 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
Andie Lately
XXV
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
Andie Lately
XXV
Staring at the mirror
Thoughts rushing in at once
I look in disgust
At someone who can't be loved
I find myself asking
Will he ever love me?
Can he ever love me?
The answer in my heart
Already says no
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
Louis Brown
Your memory thought I’d be
Right there waiting
Same time, same place
One more time
But when you came
From yesterday
To find me
I stood up
Your memory so fine
          There’s a lady
          Lying close
          Here beside me
          For once, she’s all
          That’s on my mind
          My thoughts don’t hang on
          The curves that you threw me
          I stood up
         Your memory this time
She brings up old feelings
I’d forgotten
Shadows fade easy
In her smile
She’s showing me
The way to the morning
Oh, it’s been such a long, long while
          It’s the very first time
          That I ever knew
          I’m gonna make it
          Without you…..
I’m giving your memory
Some notice
From now on
There’s no need
Coming by
At midnight a sweet dream
Filled in for you
I stood up
Your memory tonight

Copyright Louis Brown
    and Sam Traina
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JT-TJ
waking up each morning
dragging my *** out of bed
I rub the sleep from my eyes
shake the fogginess out of my head

I feel the chill of the morning air
the dampness of the dew
I make a *** of coffee
wait for it to brew

I see the people coming
and going through out the day
some of them are family
they want to stay and play

it all seems so normal
tiresome In  a way
taking it all for granted
it's how we get through the day

then the night has come
loneliness fills the air
I wonder what it's all been for
I wonder why I care

it's 12am or midnight
the start of a new day
I put the gun inside my mouth
and blow my head away
Many people live normal routine lives, they go from day to day wearing masks. Telling everyone that everything is fine. And then one day, out of the blue, there dead... suicide. You wonder how and why? It's a surprise and a shock. That's why this poem is written the way it is, and I hope it will surprise you and shock you.
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JT-TJ
Button Fly
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JT-TJ
Have you ever seen someone go commando,

or O' natural underneath the clothing they wear?

When they bend over or squat down,

you see the crack of there *** all covered with hair.

And whether they buy there jeans with zippers,

or purchase them with a button fly.

If they ever forget to close the front,

it will give everyone a cry.


Now if you like to people watch,

the way I sometimes do.

Then this can be quite funny,

if it doesn't happen to you.

It can also be hysterical,

wherever you may go.

And when I saw it happen,

I laughed so hard that tears began to flow.
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JT-TJ
I was born a sinner and my daddy prayed.

Every night of the week that my soul would be saved.

He gave all he could of his hard working hands.

Trying so hard, to keep me out of jams.

He did the best job he could, I know he did.

What did I know, I was just a kid.


My son is a sinner, still everyone cares.

When he goes before Christ, it'll be on a mountain of prayers.

His heart has been filled with solid gold.

I know his soul, has not yet been sold.

Weather it be greed or envy, I do not know.

His love for the lord, has begun to show.


I have worked hard for most of my life.

The more I want the harder I strive.

Still people are bothering me.

They say, "Come to the lord and you will see."

I cannot believe in something that is not there.

They say, "Let the Lord in and he will care."


In times of trouble, and times of need.

The Bible is where, most people will read.

If the Lord is the one you try to seek.

Believe in His word, and his blood you shall drink.

I tell you all, children of God.

Discipline the child, but do not spare the rod.


Before my daddy had past away.

I told him something, that made his day.

I disciplined the child, and didn't spare the rod.

And in the end, the child believed in God.

You see I am the child, I cleansed my soul.

Now God is in my heart, and I feel whole.


My daddy is in heaven, high above.

I reflect upon my life, and all of his love.

I believe in the lord, I know he is there.

When I see all the people, It is them that care.

Satan always temps me, he always dares.

When I go before Christ, It'll be on a mountain of prayers.
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JT-TJ
Every time I come here

I think about my dear friend

I see the poems he's written

and the comments he would send

It's hard to believe he left us all

for a place that's better still

I just hope he's got two pennies

instead of a dollar bill

He always made me smile

and sometimes laugh a lot

He always was a gental sort

who joked about his ***

A friend is what he was indeed

to many on this site

He knew he wasn't perfect

nor was he always right

Paddy my dear friend, I will miss you

And I hope you find your way

Your pain is gone, and your sadness too

It's the start of a whole new day
Don't forget Paddy, you promised you would have the Fosters ready and waiting for me... ^_^
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
Kate Dempsey
The oppressive winter, a fierce warlord
revels in his victory over the summer,
forcing all that was once living
to bear the heavy burden
of his frost,
confiscating our colors,
giving us only ice as payment.

However, in some obscure corner of this land,
Mother Nature hides,
waiting to restore our hues, our animation-
cowering, shrouded in secret.
Somewhere, she waits anxiously,
plump with child,
to bring us what we crave so terribly:
Spring.
Somehow, she is certain that
Spring will restore someone’s lost joy.

Now it is just a matter of time.
copyright Kate Dempsey 2011

An English assignment inspired me to write this piece. I had to write a poem based upon one of Dorothy Wordsworth's diary entries (William Wordsworth's wife to those who may not know of her). I finished the assignment, but it begot this.

Hmmm... I seem to have an affinity for ice imagery.
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JMG
Just sit there, be bitter
Just sit there, a quitter
You always were the black sheep of your litter
So just sit with your stale face
With your mind in the mud
Live life at your snail pace
Hollow eyes like a drug
I can't stand it
I can't take it
Get me out of this room
I won't make it
If you can't shake it
Your terrible, and dark, bitter gloom

So sit there so bitter
Just lie down, you quitter
One day the tables will turn
I'll be back again
To show you, my friend
Just how awfully bad that it burned
So while I am gone
No matter how long
Be prepared to show what you learned
No matter the pain
When I'm back I'll have gained
All I want is to share what I earned

No matter what you say
Regardless what you do
The love will not die
Til my face has turned blue
My very first friend
Should be there til the end
Or they'll bury me before I am through....
JG, February 2011
This is one of the only poems I have ever written that I can't read without almost coming to tears....
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JMG
At The Gates
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
JMG
Losing friends
Giving life
Taking stride
Losing pride
Not giving up
But giving in
Was not a waste
I really tried
Can say I earned
I say I learned
We played with fire
Both got burned
It's all but passed
Set at half mass
It's all but buried
Under the grass

Give my life
To the ones
That were there
For me before
Give my strife
To all the ones
That left me standing
Out at the door
For those of you
That did not make it
You are not gone
I'll not forsake it

Meet me there at the gates....
JG, February 2011
 Apr 2011 Lori Jean
Louis Brown
In the evening rush
Where frowns go past
I saw her smile
Eclipsed too fast
I turned around
And looked once more
I couldn't see
That warm rapport
So every day
I search that block
And pray she'll pass
At five o'clock
Those bright warm eyes
That rattled me
Have raised high hopes
So suddenly
A fire was lit
As my heart skips
Imagining
Her pretty lips
I long to see
Her cheeks turn pink
I sense she'll feel
The thoughts I think
I'll hunt her down
If that I must
Forever in
The evening rush
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