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Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
This is not an angsty teenage poem
of love lost in that moment when you realized you wern't the exception
This isn't the story of love found over a cup of coffee
This is the poem for those who cannot speak
afraid of the havoc their words will wreak
the voices that tell stories worth sharing
wanting to be set free
to see light
to scream
Those who sit in fear
of not being believed
and for those who's name they'll never speak
The star athlete
the man down the street
the man in the corner of the bar
their best friends brother,  in his car.
this is a poem for those who shed tears and wish they were layers of skin
this is the poem for words unspoken
for those who wish that all they lost was love
for those who's tongue's gone numb
for those who wish this was an angsty teenage poem.
I'm not amazing but I tried so.....
We all wanted to do something too soon like we weren't old enough
we would disobey and parents would act like we hadn't been told enough.
We sipped from bottles and smashed the glass, played with matches
tried smoking hated it and some of us kept at anyways cause hey,
look at what it makes others say about the way we behave.
Attention seekers feeling meager and weak.  
Making offensive statements each time that we speak.
Obsessed with night on the streets.  
Constantly moving your feet.
Nocturnal with no need for sleep.
We all wanted to be treated like adults, which is always a childish notion
We were small fish in the ocean but we grow up through the commotion
and still I'm noticing how high and hard the tides are blowing in
the biggest fish can still drown in the waters it's been floating in.
But do these adults have notions to be treated like a child?
How often do we wish to attack or act wild - this thought makes me smile.
It happens once in a while or course, for sure where we all dwell
survival of the fittest is the motto when the sea will swell.
We all wanted to be more successful than the next man, but all saw it in different ways.
Some tried to hurt their brothers while others worked for great praise.
We built machines of war and then turned them into factory workers
took away humans jobs leaving them stranded like deserters.
Now the planet is burning up and things are being torn apart
Corporations causing problems and they knew it from the start
So the world is led blind by hand as they pull us through the dark
but production was the gas and consumption was the spark
And we all wanted something better for us, as if we earned it
but do we deserve ****?
The fruit around the pit is something to aim for
and in fact, our only target
Tilting our games score
and rocking me to my core
and always leaves me wanting more
but I never know just what's in store
and I don't care if I end up poor
as long as I got a few drinks to pour.
But what we all wanted is something more,
most never get it
They pour those few drinks and it helps to forget it.
So what we all wanted is only ever true for a few
envious of others for keeping our wants in view.
And while being happy can be tough, letting go is harder too
but what we all wanted we'll never have,
and I'm happier since I knew.
Moments
Make a person
But kisses make you certain
Certain of the way you feel,
The decision made, to remove the sheild.
To let your heart mend together,
From the hard times, and bad weather.
The mistakes made.  
But the lessons learned.
The countless times
Those  eyes had burned.
Oh friend of mine we have played and laughed to together. You have been here for me when I was sad and felt alone you have always known how to make me smile. Things are different now though work, school, and endless papers 6 to 10 pages but who really cares? All I know is that you are gone 9 out of 12 months though it seems longer to me. I can only see you in winter and summer what a ****** wouldn't you say? All I know is miss you my friend so come home so we can laugh and play ounce again. Oh how I miss you my best friend.
Sorry if the there is no real punctuation in this was just writing down how I have felt really would appreciate any feed back anyone has to offer so I can work on my writing thank you.
 Aug 2013 Victoria F Sanchez
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i tried giving you the stars
but you still
rained
down
c o m e t s
and then
he looked
into my eyes
and I knew
this was
the beginning
of something
unbelievable.
first poem. Short and sappy.
'Sweaters are hugs you can wear'
I heard someone say
   So if you were a sweater, Id wear you all day
simple but it makes me happy
 Aug 2013 Victoria F Sanchez
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Sometimes the sweetest drug is laced discretely in the affectionate hug of the one you adore. Effectively dragging you into an unplanned addiction. Sooner of later you come to realize the lies that she hid behind a pleasant smile and a passionate kiss. You also begin to despise her a little more because while you found comfort in her embrace she lied and made your mind, body & soul as if you were the only one. I have seen the better now and I vow to quit you, my addiction.
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