POETRY

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A Friend.... By:Unknown	Along A Star Filled River By: Kristen McCurley
Dark Eyes By: Kristen McCurley	Looking At Myself Through My Own Eyes By: Kristen McCurley
The Promise By: Unkown	Untitled By: Natasha
Slow Dance By: Unkown	The Greatest Pain By: Unknown (see end of poem for description)
Demon By: BeetleBorg	The Painting By: Apple-eh (Me)

A Friend...

a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies. A friend is like those blades
of grass you can never mow,
standing straight, tall, and proud
in a perfect little row A friend is like a heart
that goes strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.

My friend,
my companion,
through good times and bad
my friend,
my buddy,
through happy and sad,
beside me you stand,
beside me you walk,
you're there to listen,
you're there to talk,
with happiness,
with smiles,
with pain and tears,
I know you'll be there, throughout the years!

By:Unkown

Along A Star Filled River

Along a star filled river
Grows Truth and Love; Justice and Pain.
Truth is old and withering,
branches stretching toward me
With cold, frightening fingers.
Love has wilted,
Dead and gone.
Many mourn for love
as the river trickles by, unheeding,
But I plod on my lonely journey.
Justice is still there,
But Justice is weak and sickly.
Many have tried to destroy Justice,
Stepped on it, crushing it.
Pain is strong and healthy,
Black with misery.
Along a star filled river
I sit alone,
I stay alone.
I cut down the last shreds of Friendship,
binding me to the real world,
Afraid to love, afraid to care.
Along a star filled river
I hide in my Past
from Friendship and the real world.
Though the past is scary,
it does not frighten me
So much as coming out in the open
And being seen again as an outcast.
Along a star filled river,
many try to approach me,
Try to be friends.
I flinch away and hide deeper in the Past.
Along a star filled river,
Now no one notices me.
I am heeded not and scorned when seen.
They think me strange and messed up,
That I need help.
I agree about needing help,
But am I truly strange?
Along a star filled river
I start to cry,
Mourning past happiness and Myself.
I think of myself as problematic,
Messed up, needing help.
I told my friend...
Friend? Too strong a word perhaps.
Acquaintance. Better.
She insisted I am not messed up,
But for what cause?
Maybe she really cares,
Maybes she sees the Real Me.
I have not seen the Real Me
in a very long time,
Not since elementary school I think.
I've noticed
That maybe my identity is fading away.
Or maybe,
I can only hope for this,
Maybe I am lying to myself.
Just thinking I am different.
Maybe this is all a mistake.
I must not, I cannot,
Be as messed up as I seem.
I can only hope for this until
I wake and walk again,
my identity intact and whole again,
along a star filled river,
Life.
By: Kristen McCurley

Dark Eyes

Dark eyes shrouded in fear,
secrets of the past,
Promises of the future.
Dark eyes of an innocent girl
Shine out, reaching out to others.
People pass her, not noticing
Her eyes are shiny with tears.
Dark eyes shrouded in mist
Of dreams to come.
She knows naught what
The dreams depict.
Visions of blood and death,
Mayhap they tell of the future.
Or perhaps they are the past.
Dark eyes keep secrets,
Age old curses of ill fate.
Her shivers and downcast eyes tell
that she has been hurt
In some way close to her heart.
Star dust reflected in her dark eyes,
Truth and innocence now far gone.
Unfortunate, it is, to watch a young girl
Turn to pain and defeat.
Dark eyes reflect others pain,
Others besides her own.
She watches fearfully
as her friends are defeated
Slowly, one by one.
Now none noice her frowns and tears,
They all think it's just a game.
She wanted me to tell you no,
For her lips are sealed by stone.
Her dark eyes reflect
only her soul from deep inside,
Telling you of her fears.
Everyone's wrong, tis not a game,
People are being hurt.
Hurt by her harsh words, hurt by her fear
As it reflects their own.
Dark eyes tell of her wishes.
Her wish to leave poetry and her feelings alone,
Her wish for happiness.
Yet she knows such things
will never come true,
Never happen.
She believes happiness has left
and cannot return till
she has safely left her teenage years
By time or death she cannot tell.
Dark eyes clouded with anger
Against one she trusted.
He betrayed her trust.
She tries to see it from his point of view.
She sees what he said
And partially forgives him.
But the fact is there all the same.
He betrayed her confidence.
Her sighs tell she wants to forgive and forget,
But cannot quite let go.
She sees herself depressed,
But that fact only makes her slip deeper in.
Dark eyes soon to be softened perhaps,
But only if someone can find the way.
By: Kristen McCurley

Looking At Myself Through My Own Eyes

A lone cry
echoes through
completely deaf minds,
unwilling to accept
the pain which could reflect
Their own cry for help.
The cry is harsh,
shrill and undulating,
as if the girl
Had been crying.
No one stops
To help this young girl.
She has tripped
And fallen in the gutter.
Her clothes?
Once fine.
Now only tatters remain.
They hang, fluttering,
On her slim, fragile frame.
Her eyes are hungry,
Shadowed and frightened.
No one cares
What happens to her.
She has no one to care,
no one to love her,
no one to soothe her
When she cries.
She weeps alone,
And only at night.
As she realizes this,
that there is no one who cares,
her brown eyes spill over
With crystal clear tears.
Passerby hurry on,
Glancing at her only once.
She has hidden
In her blue and white jacket.
She huddles in a ball,
crying harder,
And sits for a moment.
After a while,
she shudders and rises
To her feet.
She begins to walk again,
going nowhere,
looking for something
that cannot be found,
But trying at least.
Life goes on,
Unaffected by this young teen.
That is what scares her
More than anything.
More than the possibility
of being taken advantage of,
More than
Her own death.
She shivers
as shadows detach themselves
from the walls
And begin to follow her.
These shadows,
They are the shadows of life.
Death, sickness, depression,
Suicide, hatred.
All these are shadows of life
and she has endured
Through them all.
The deaths
of three grandparents,
the sickness of her once-close friend,
Her own depression.
She has,
only once,
contemplated suicide
And that was long ago.
She was, one day,
holding a knife,
preparing her lunch,
And preparing to take her life.
She told herself not to,
and never again,
To think of it.
The hatred of her "friends,"
Her relatives.
Seems like everyone in the world
Hates her.
"Unfair,"
She tells herself.
"It's not my fault
That I am different.
I can't help it,
no one can change it."
Her presence
gradually fades away,
Unheeded by anyone.
And as her last
known breath is drawn
I realize
That I am
Looking at myself through my own eyes.
By: Kristen McCurley

The Promise

This is a promise, send back to make the promise...
You are my friend and I hope you know that's true.
No matter what happens, I will stand by you.
I'll be there for you when ever you need.
To lend you a hand, to do a good deed.
So just call on me when you need me, my friend.
I will always be there even to the end.

There's something in a simple hug
That always warms the heart;
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part.

A hug's a way to share the joy
And sad times we go through,
Or just a way for friends to say
They like you 'cause you're you.

Hugs are meant for anyone
For whom we really care,
From your grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear.

A hug is an amazing thing -
It's just the perfect way
To show the love we're feeling
But can't find the words to say.

It's funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good;
In every place and language,
It's always understood.

And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts
Just open up your arms
And open up your hearts.

By: Unknown

Untitled

Sometimes I just want to run.
I'm hiding here in myself,
You seem like you're having fun.

So I'll just keep on pretending.
And I'll keep playing your game.
I act and nobody knows.
I cry and it's all the same.

But don't worry about me.
I'll always be laughing for you.
And don't think twice about me.
Someday I might take off my mask.

By: Natasha

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's
erratic flight
Or gazed at the sun into the
fading night?

You better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Do you run through each day
on the fly
When you ask "How are you?"
do you hear the reply?

When the day is done,
do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow
And in your haste,
not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
'Cause you never had time
to call and say "Hi"?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast
Time is short
The music won't last

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away...
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower

Hear the music
Before the song is over.
By: Uknown


THE GREATEST PAIN The greatest pain in life is not to die,
but to be ignored.
To lose the person you love so much
to another who doesn't care at all.
To have someone you care about so much throw a party...
and not tell you about it.
When your favorite person on earth
neglects to invite you to his graduation.
To have people think that you don't care.

The greatest pain in life is not to die,
but to be forgotten.
To be left in the dust
after another's great achievement
To never get a call from a friend,
just saying "hi".
When you show someone your innermost thoughts
and they laugh in your face.
For friends to always be too busy to console you
when you need someone to lift your spirits.
When it seems like the only person who cares about you,
is yourself.

Life is full of pain,
but does it ever get better?
Will people ever care about each other,
and make time for those who are in need?
Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life.
Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them.
If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished.

You will simply be ignored...forgotten...as you have done to others.

By: Unknown ***
***This poem was written by a young girl who committed suicide three years ago. Perhaps if the people surrounding her had shown a little more love, and had paid more attention to her, her death could have been prevented. Remember that when going through life, you can't judge a sad,lonely, or suicidal person by their facial expressions. You need to get to know each person you come in contact with, cherish your friendship with them,and show them that you care.***

Demon

through moonlit towers
while your eyes follow me
like icy fire

a spark a flame
ignites within me
i feel you inside
my body, my soul

i burn for your embrace
i burn in your embrace
you scorch me
with your flame

like a wild
untamed passion
i feel you coming
into my soul

I know you want me
i know you know
that i want you
you are my demon

you are my lover
By: BeetleBorg

THE PAINTING

I painted a picture last night.
I started with streaks of
Green
Here and there
I then painted
Blue
Circles and Squares and shapes
I filled in the empty spaces with
Purple
and
Orange
I went wild with the
Yellow
Spreading it all over
Last of all, I speckled on
Red
I stood back and looked at the work
The painting was a mass of
Colour
which all seemed to blend together to form a
Picture
Then I painted over the colour with a thin
Black
paint.

They put my painting in a museum
Hundreds see it everyday
Most just look at it a say it's boring
Just one glance, then walk away
There are some people who take their time
They look really hard to see what they can find
They smile at the Colours they see inside
The strokes, the dots, the shapes, the tides
When the others turn to me and tell me my painting is not worth it
I tell them to look a little harder, dig a little deeper, because the
Colour
Was there the whole time
By: Apple-eh (me)

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