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I try to gauge whether a girl likes me before I make a move. I would write a page-long note to a girl.If she wrote a whole page back, I knew she liked me, too. If she wrote back like two words, then I figured I'd move on.

quote by Devon Werkheiser
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Dear Michael

She wrote dear michael
Youll probably never get this letter
Michael, I wrote you a hundred times before
Knowing how I feel
Ill write a hundred more
Dear michael, every time your records on
(michael michael)
Michael, I close my eyes and sing along
Dreaming youre singing to me.
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
And then she wrote:
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
Michael, I love you
I held the tears back long as I can
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
Im sealing my feelings in this envelope
(ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh)
cause I wanna be more than just your number one fan
Im gonna answer your letter
(michael michael)
Ill start beginning with the abcs of loving you
(I love ya)
(she wrote)
(michael michael)
(I love ya)
Your letter really touched my heart
(she wrote)
Ive been dreaming of meeting the picture
That you send along, signed with all your love
(michael michael)
(I wrote ya)
(she wrote)
Im gonna write you back, ouuh, I promess you that
(wont you write me back? , please write me back)
Girl, I think I love you
(michael michael)
Hurry, hurry mister postman, take my letter, tell her I love her
(she wrote)
(wont you write me back, please write me back)
(michael michael)
(she wrote)
Hurry, hurry mister postman, take my letter tell her I love her
(wont you write me back, please write me back)
(michael michael)
Yeah,
(I wrote you)
(she wrote)
Im gonna write you back
I promess you that...

song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Book Of Days

Your life is as a book
Written on the pages are the weeks
For you would give anything to take just one look
Into the next chapter, the next page

Each page is a new thought, a new dream
Sometimes it takes so long to pass that page
And sometimes nothing is as it seams
For you know you can not go ahead or back

You know you are where you are
You know you can't change that
As you read page to page, so near to fear
You write the chapters as you go, with each turn

Each turn, each move changes what's to come
And you know each moment could be the last
With this in mind you go so mumb
So numb to the touch, to the thought

You turn page after page
until you reach the 'end'
And only then, you are freed from the title
The title that has kept your thoughts bound, and tight

You turn the pages one by one
You take the pain, take the joy
Until you are done
And your story becomes another on the shelf of eternity

(1/24/2008)

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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I'm the Girl

I'm the girl
That doesn't like mornings,
Only showers at night
It's so hot, it's scalding

I'm the girl
That likes butterflies and fairies
Chocolates and ice-cream
But doesn't like berries

I'm the girl
Who says she has to tinkle
When she needs the ladies
And likes to be fickle

I'm the girl
That loves to read and write
Doesn't like makeup
And always puts up a fight

I'm the girl
Whose imagination runs wild
Likes to try most things
Scary or mild

I'm the girl
Who writes poems in the shower
Then forgets them
In less than an hour

I'm the girl
That wrote this twice
Yesterday it was great
Today it's just nice

poem by scarlette Phoenix
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My Song

I wrote a song
It's called 'my life'
I tried my best to make it a good one
I'd never written a song
Twas indeed my first
I had an eraser
I couldn't clean my mistakes though
It turned out to be a long song
A hundred and twenty pages worth
A page a year
I made a mess of it
Blue pen made a mark
As depression took a quarter of it
Yellow pen made an entrance
I decided it was better than blue
Red pen tried to hurt me
As all anger was kept inside
Green pen whispered a note
I wished I had my neighbour's song
So many colours on just one song
Twenty-five pages were dark
I knew not which way to go
I tried to turn a page but couldn't
I basked in pages gone
Hence left several pages blank
Twenty-five pages were wet
As tears serenaded my heart, it did the pages
Too much pain in one song
Tried to change the words
The things I thought all made the song
On a scale of good to bad, bad stole the day
I searched and found other songs titled 'my life'
I wrote my song the way they had
My song was like a painting
One in utter disharmony
One drawn by a clueless artist
But an artist whose passion burned his painting
I set my heart on fire on page 35
There had to be more
And more I had
On page 120, my eyes were dim and hands tired
Since pages couldn't be turned
My mind sat, and looked back
What had I done?
I'd been mountain high
I'd been valley low
I'd been good
I'd been bad
I'd been....
I lay my head on my song
Took my last breath
But before I did
I held a girl
Who had a song called 'my life'
She read my song
And shed a tear
And said I had written....a masterpiece. 

poem by Jenim Dibie
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MY BABY LIKES TO.......by Talile Ali

MY BABY LIKES TO GET BANGED
MY BABY LIKES IT A LOT
DO IT ALL DAY LONG
WITH JUST AS MANY STIFF DONGS
MY BABY LIKES TO GANG BANG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG

5,19,15,29
BIG, STRONG, HANDSOME, UGLY
MY BABY WANTS TO FEEL THE MONKEY'S COME
BACK TO BACK,2,3 & 4
MY BABY CAN DO SO MANY MORE
MY BABY LIKES HER SOME
MY BABY LIKES HER FUN

MY BABY LIKES TO GET BANGED
MY BABY LIKES IT A LOT
DO IT ALL DAY LONG
WITH JUST AS MANY STIFF DONGS
MY BABY LIKES TO GANG BANG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG

SHE CAN DO IT IN THE MORNIN
SHE CAN DO IT NOON AND NOGHT
SHE CAN DO'EM EATING HER LUNCH
EVEN WHEN SHE DON'T FEEL RIGHT
MY BABY LIKES TO GAND BANG
EVERY SINGLE KIND OF WAY
IF SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO WORK
WE'LL SHE'D BE DOING ALL, OK?

MY BABY LIKES TO GET BANGED
MY BABY LIKES IT A LOT
DO IT ALL DAY LONG
WITH JUST AS MANY STIFF DONGS
MY BABY LIKES TO GANG BANG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG

poem by Talile Ali
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Tiffs Back

(maurice starr)
Tiffs back
Tiffs back
Didnt mean to stay away this long
But now Im back and Im groovin strong
Its time to move, cant wait no more
I really got to do it, so get to it
Didnt want to move too fast
Now I got to make it last, oh yeah
Tiffs back
Tiffs back (na na na na)
Yes, I am now
My dancin feet, my dancin shoes
Were ready to go, youll never lose
Dont be so shy, just get on track
Let me tell you now tiffs back
Didnt want to move too slow
I had to keep on the go
Tiffs back
Tiffs back (na na na na)
Yes, I am now
Tiffs back
Tiffs back (na na na na)
Tiffs back (na na na na)
Hey tiff youre all the way live
Get it girl, get it girl
Do that jive
And the next time when youre
On the mic receiver
Think about me
The girl youd make a co-believer
Tiffs back
Tiffs back
Tiffs back
Tiffs back
Im back and Im groovin real strong
I hope you come along
Im back and Im coming to your town
I hope youll be around

song performed by by Tiffany
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Not Beer

at the end of the year

i open a page
of my journal where
i wrote my one
and only dream

a goal,
a wish,

something
that i have longed
for and
may even die for,

i must tell you
i never realized it.

i close back the page

and begin to move on
with my life

it is another year of
broken dream

under the moon
i drink alone

this cold, cold glass
of water.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let This One Poem Be About Me

Let this one poem be just about me
Let this one poem engulf all my beauty
Let this one poem define my soul
Let this one poem consume me whole
My soul was earth bound
And my heart lay in a place that it would never be found
Let this poem be what entangles my mind
Let this poem be where people will find
They will find that missing link
And this poem it will make them think
They will wonder how this girl came
They will wonder how I avoided fame
I didn’t write these words to please
I wrote these words to tease
My heart it’s the type that beckons for ease
And my taste will not accept the flavor of peas
Let this poem describe me in most simplest of ways
Let this poem show how I get through these days
And I know people will read this and say…
This girl she knew where heart lay…
Let this poem eat me whole
Let me entire heart bleed its luscious love into a broken bowl
My soul wanted only to be free
And this poem only pushed it back into me
I never will lose any part of my soul
Because then this world will swallow my inner being whole
Let this poem be what I hate
Let this poem describe with who I would mate
Let this thoughts become my ways
Let this poem be where I stray
Let this poem show how I lie
Let this poem describe how I will die
Yes I am human I cannot avoid death
Yes I am human I chose not to use meth
These words they dance upon this page
These words they have no age
These verses have lost all meaning
Because I revealed my demeaning
Let this poem describe what I deem right
Let this poem that I will always fight
My age floats through these words
And people will never understand why I want to be heard
Let this poem be only about me
Let this poem be what sets me free
And I know some day people will look at this and say…
This girl, this girl she knew exactly where her heart lay…

poem by Victoria Martinez
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A Linda Song

Music: Barry Manilow
Lyrics: Enoch Anderson
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He never wrote a song for Linda
He wrote as though he lived alone
He wrote of dreams that end
And of sad brave men
Inventing worlds he'd never known
But he never wrote a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
Loved him back to life
When his luck ran low
But he never wrote a Linda song
He nearly broke his heart at writing
Linda kept him from despair
Standin' by his side
through the hungry days
But he hardly seemed to see her there
And he never wrote a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
The one real thing in his crazy world
And he never wrote a Linda song.
When the bills piled up
He couldn't pay
He couldn't dream no more
So he hitched a ride and he rode away
And he left a note for Linda by the door
By the door
When times got rough he'd phone her
Once or twice she took the call
Then she changed her number and she turned her head
And Linda never looked back at all
He'll never write a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
All he knows is no one understands
And he never wrote a Linda song
No he never wrote a Linda song

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Dotty and Willy.

Dotty screws the pen lid,
puts the pen down, folds
her hands in her lap. Willy
has finished his poem, he

is now silent, his muse has
gone. She watches as her
brother sits back in his chair,
pushes his fingers through his

dark hair and sighs. That makes
her almost cry, that poet muse
going like that, him sitting there,
face empty, sighs leaving him

instead of words. Tonight she
will enter it all in her journal,
after cocoa and a biscuit and
Willy's kiss and him gone off

to bed, humming to himself.
She will sit by lamplight, take
out her pen, and write on the
clean page, how he wrote,

what he wrote, the words,
the muse, the leaving of him.
She will leave out the kiss,
the embrace, the seeing each

other face to face. Willy hates
writing things down, he just likes
to sit when the words come and
he can speak them and let Dotty

write the words in the air floating
there. He gets up from his chair,
paces the room, his hands behind
his back, his words gone, his mood

dark, becoming black. Dotty looks
at her hands, entwines her fingers,
makes a church, makes a steeple,
looks inside, sees ink stained people.

poem by Terry Collett
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Crazed

This girl I know is crazed with music
and cannot get her fill.
She ascends with each and every note
and stands atop a hill
where musical tones fill the air
and no disonant sounds are anywhere.

This girl I know is crazed with words
and hears them all the time.
They are in her thoughts and in her mind
and move with rhythm and rhyme.
All these words fill the air
and now she hears them everywhere.

This girl I know is crazed all the time
and cannot put to rest
all these tones and all these words
and finally must confess
that she's the girl this poem's about
and most have probably figured out
that it's me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Going Back To Gloria

Written by orbison/dees.
Going back to gloria,the girl Im dreaming of.
Going back to gloria,gloria my love.
Forget about the letters that I wrote to you.
Forget about the many things we used to do.
I dont want you to cry,but I must say goodbye.
So long youre on your own.
Going home,going back to gloria.
Going back to gloria, the girl Im dreaming of.
Going back to gloria, gloria my love.
Ill keep on pretending that I never cared
And everytime well meet Ill act like youre not there.
I will write no more letters.Ill make no more calls.
I cant meet you anymore.
Going home,going back to gloria.
Going back to gloria, going back to gloria.gloria.
Going back to gloria.the girl Im dreaming of.
Going back to gloria,gloria my love, gloria my love.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Don't Little Girl

Don’t fall little girl

Don’t let them see you cry

Stand tall little girl

Keep your head held high

~

Don’t express little girl

Don’t let them see the pain in your eyes

Walk on little girl

Walk through all those pitiful lies

~

Don’t forget little girl

Don’t let them do it to you once more

Protect yourself little girl

There’s plenty more in store

~

Don’t hate little girl

That’s what they want you to do

Smile bright little girl

Try you’re hardest to be true

~

Don’t wait little girl

The world will move on without you

Move on little girl

Do what you need to do

~

Don’t look back little girl

You cant change your past

Open your eyes little girl

Enjoy the world while it lasts

~

Live life little girl

Cause you only got one

Laugh loudly little girl

And put down you damn gun

~

You’re me little girl

Haven’t we learned a lot?

But your also them little girl

In each of us you have fought

~

Some call you hope, little girl

You glow dim then turn bright

Some call you dreams, little girl

Thinking of you every night

~
But to me, little girl

You will always just be me

Guide us, little girl

Cause we both just want to be free

poem by Amy Stuart
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Book Of Love

Written by lindsey buckingham and richard dashut.
Walked out, goodbye
I swore I never would cry
Tore a page of my heart
She wants me to be her friend
Im lonely again
Tore a page of my heart
Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love
Was it somebody from above
(ha, ha, ha)
Surely he must know all the rules
(ha, ha, ha)
Knowledge not meant for mortal fools
Must have been someone from above
Tell me, who wrote the book of love
In silence the lonely make all their mistakes
Tore a page of my heart
Someone in heaven above
Shop me how to love
Tore a page of my heart
Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love
Was it somebody from above
(ha, ha, ha)
Surely he must know all the rules
(ha, ha, ha)
Knowledge not meant for mortal fools
Must have been someone from above
Tell me, who wrote the book of love
Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love
Was it somebody from above
(ha, ha, ha)
Surely he must know all the rules
(ha, ha, ha)
Knowledge not meant for mortal fools
Must have been someone from above
Tell me, who wrote the book of love

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Don’t Little Girl

Don’t fall little girl
Don’t let them see you cry
Stand tall little girl
Keep your head held high
-
Don’t express little girl
Don’t let them see the pain in your eyes
Walk on little girl
Walk through all those pitiful lies
-
Don’t forget little girl
Don’t let them do it to you once more
Protect yourself little girl
There’s plenty more in store
-
Don’t hate little girl
That’s what they want you to do, they want to break you
Smile bright little girl, show them up
Try you’re hardest to be true
-
Don’t wait little girl
The world will move on without you
Move on little girl
Do what you need to do
-
Don’t look back little girl
You can’t change your past
Open your eyes little girl
Enjoy the world while it lasts
-
Live life little girl
Cause you only got one
Laugh loudly little girl
-
You’re you little girl
Haven’t you learned a lot?
But you’re also them little girl
In each of us you have fought
-
Some call you hope, little girl
You glow dim then turn bright
Some call you dreams, little girl
I know you are my dreams, I think of you every night
-
But to me, little girl
You will always just be mine
Guide us, little girl
Cause we both just want to be free

poem by Max Parriott
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For Those of You Who Don't Know Me

I'm the girl who holds this smile,
which is not near the truth,
I'm the girl who sits next to you,
I'm the girl who begs the Lord:
'Free me of thinking it's O.K.
to hide my feelings and emotions.'
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who falls asleep crying,
I'm the girl who's good at 'lying',
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who says she's O.K.
but look in her eyes,
hear her voice,
there's a different story,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who looks happy on the outside,
but if you felt how I feel on the inside,
then...you'd understand,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who listens,
the girl who has sympathy and empathy,
the girl who has her own problems...but would rather hear yours,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who hurts on the inside,
but smiles on the outside,
so...
remember, when you look at me with a smile,
and I smile back,
know there is something more,
more to that smile,
I am that girl.
There are SO many people who say:
'Oh, she looks so happy! '
So THAT'S why I wrote this poem,
for those of you who don't know me...

poem by Linda Kessler
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Follow The Imbroglio Closely For It Breeds Inspiration

have you noticed that when in trial
sure its hard to smile
but when im sick when im down when i cant move
when im just stuck when i just cant prove
myself when i feel detached from my body detached from life
that I've given away my life in a sadistic deal a fief,
or contract, this is when i write
this time is right
its then that i spill my best words on this page
even in my sickness and trouble i keep animosity far away like a careful sage
i choose to rhyme
when there is nothing to live for
when I've become something to abhor!
this is when you see me
just write write so happily
okay okay maybe this is just typing
whoosh whoosh listen as i sing
the words that i think and put them on a page just for you only for you
as long as you is the reader

poem by David Knox
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Go Home, Girl

(a. alexander)
Well, me and frank were the best of friends
And our friendship will never end
But it would hurt him so for him to know
That Im in love with his girlfriend
Now, the love of a girl and the love of a friend
Are two things you cant compare
Though my heart will ache I will let it break
cause I know that it just aint fair
So go on home girl, lets call it a night
You better go home girl, this just aint right
But before you go I want you to know
That I love you, yes I do
And though it breaks my heart for us to part
Still I know frank loves you too
Well, you say that a we can make him see
We have a love thats really real
But I think that he is just like me
And I dont know just how hed feel
Darling, people know it would hurt him so
If you told him that it must end
And I could never hold the love I stole
From a man I call my best friend
Go on home girl, you better go home, girl
Go on home, you better move on
Me and frank been friends for so long
And our friendship is really strong
He gives me his car to go for a ride
Never knows how long Ill be gone
Well, Im trying to forget all the things that weve done
While frank is just a-waiting back home
Girl you cant go ride with me anymore
Thats the way its got to be from now on
Go on home!
Uhn, hun. better go home, girl
Uhn, hun. now you better move on, girl
Uhn, hun. better go home, girl
Uhn, hun. you better move on, girl

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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The Checklist

Meet girl,
Talk to girl,
Connect with girl,
Make girl laugh,
Make girl like you,
Like girl back,
Hang out with girl,
Become inseparable with girl,
Kiss girl,
Make girl love you,
Love girl back,
Live with girl,
Have children with girl,
Grow old with girl,
Regret nothing.

poem by Jeremy Rascon
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The Note You Never Wrote

Later on, the story goes,
A bottle floated out to sea.
After days, when it had found the perfect spot,
It opened up,
And I read the note that you never wrote to me
After all, Im sure you know,
The mayor of baltimore is here.
After days now he can finally appear,
Now at last hes here,
But he never is gonna get my vote,
cause he never is gonna get a quote
From the little note
That you never wrote to me.
Further on, along the line,
I was arrested on the shore,
Holding papers of governments galore.
I was taken in,
But I read the note that you never wrote.
Yes, I read the note that you never wrote.
Oh, I read the note that you never wrote to me.
To me.
To me.
To me.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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