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August 05

M) The month of August
In the summer of 2005
In June I turned 18
My best friend moved back in state
In April I got a girlfriend since our first date
I met her last August
Later that year went to dust

H) I received a call on a hot summer day
The mood went a different way
She sounded like she cried
Like someone or something died

M) We started to change
Said I had become strange
We started to change
Hands against the wall

H) You wanted to escape
Cried, a victim of rape
I offered my help

M) What happened to the past?
A time that didn’t last
We changed too fast

H) You wanted to die
Then started to cry
I said I would help

You fought against the pain
Didn’t let your life dwain
You didn’t go insane
You won against the pain

M) Close to one year
Faced another fear
I broke your heart
I tore us apart

You chose a different fate
Tried to save us too late
I know there is nothing to save
I will bare this to my grave

H) M) I failed and succeeded
Helped you through his crime
We died in our prime
We are separate now
We were not meant to last
And you excepted your past

August 31,2005

My problem= M) helping her=H)

poem by Isaac Helms
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Summer Of ‘63

Everyone will have a year
that they will never forget,
for some reason or other.
Mine is 1963
and the summer of that year.

The year started normal,
but before it was over
my life would change.
Something would possess me
and never entirely go away.

I was eighteen at the time,
no steady girlfriend to call mine.
Then one day with my wages, she came.
I smiled and for some reason,
I wanted to go out with her.

A few weeks later, I got the chance.
I bucked up enough courage to ask her out.
So then, it started my first big romance.
Her name was Joyce Knapp,
but she liked to be called Joy, I remember that.

From June to September,
our romance grew strong.
Then one day it was over as sudden as it began,
with her immortal words one night.
I love you, but I don’t want to hurt you
so I’m packing you up.

We parted; a lot of tears filled my eyes.
She said we could see each other,
but I said I’d rather not.
Just one clean break
and tell everyone we were through.

So off I wandered broken hearted,
looking for someone to ease the pain.
It wasn’t a someone that did it for me,
rather a something you see.
A turning point in my life.

In 1963, the Beatles were all the rave;
everyone wanted a link,
to associate themselves with them.
I had my link in my birthday June 18th.
It is the same birthday as Paul McCartney.

The year maybe different, but never mine,
we share the same month and day.
So I said to a friend of mine at the time Ian Freeman,
why don’t we write a song together.
I know a little about music.

A date and a time was made
and we’d meet at my house.
We were going to write, a number one best seller,
but what came out would make glass break.
A much dreaded Shake Little Baby, Shake.

It never got further than the lyric stage,
a right little stinker to ever grace a page.
We went on to write another would you believe,
called Little Wandering Girl.
I think she is wandering still.

Ian had had enough and I didn’t blame him,
but I soldiered on through songs,
short stories, novels and poems,
to where I am now.
So now, you see how it started for me.

A long time ago in the summer of ‘63.
I have only one regret you see.
I never got a chance to thank,
Joy and Ian as I lost contact with them.
I hope they may read this one day, and contact me
so I can thank them properly.

20 July 2007

poem by David Harris
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Can't it be August again?

Can't it be August again?
When the trees swayed
With the last breath of summer upon them
The way I laughed
Without a care in the world
Summer tans beginning to linger away
And soon disappear

Can't it be August again?
When these emotions didn't exist
And all I felt was happiness
None of this depression
No, none of these feelings

Can't it be August again?
Where junior year was right around the corner
And i had a license in my hand
And car was only coming out of my mouth
Not your name

Can't it be August again?
Where you didn't even exist in my world

poem by Frani Bell
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August....

August is the month for kids it’s the last few weeks of freedom before a new school year begins.
August is the month where many parents are excited that its here cause they don’t want their kids home alone.
August is the last month before fall begins.
August is the only month that has fewer holidays than most months.
August is the month where most teens are happy because it means that it’s the last school year for most.
August is the month that I really don’t care for but I also like as well.

poem by Natasha Ligons
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Dedicated To My Mom

It didn’t hurt when, I failed my freshman year
I knew that in a way I had to so our family can stay together
It didn’t hurt when I had to go live with my dad
I knew it was best and I would be able to with you again
It didn’t hurt when I stayed with dad almost over a year,
I knew what we had to fix would take more time
It didn’t hurt when I started living with you,
I knew that our lives are going to change forever.
It didn’t hurt went I went to your graduation for life works.
I was proud to see you clean and full of life.
Tears were shed,
Feelings were shared,
Stories were told,
Hugs were given,
And lives were changed.
I knew our lives were going to be different,
As long as I have you there to guide me along the way,
I know I will succeed.
This is for you mom for doing great,
For getting what you had to get done,
Achieved.
I love you,
And am proud to be your daughter,
So I wanted to show it to you.
So this is for you.
Mom,
Seeing you graduate from your classes inspired me,
I know now that,
If you stick to something you can
Conquer it.
I got to see you graduate and now you can see me.
So this is for you,
Mom.

-Michelle Tricarico

poem by Michelle Tricarico
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Write you

It was a dark morning full off misty frost
I couldn't see through and I couldn't find the fire I lost
I was far too proud to shout for help
and I was too much of a coward to say how I really felt
I wanted to be friends with them all
where were they when I started to fall
you were my friend and you didn't even call
I walked into the party you stood on either side of the hall
I was in between and my back was up against the wall
I stopped being me, I stopped staying true
I started hating me when I should have been hating you
the path I walked turned out to be the wrong choice
I began hiding the pain I once had in my voice
I began speaking like you
I was you cause I didnt want to fight you
I wanted to write me I didn't want to write you.

poem by Daniel McCann
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3 Years

The first year was great
jokes and laughs
games and retardedness

That summer was even better
staying up late
texting all day
showers over the phone
what more can we ask for?

The second year was wow
not so many jokes
less laughs
i dont even know what happened to the games
or to the retardedness
i think a good question should be...
What happened to you?

The summer started off shakey
yea we talked
but there was a big white wall in between us
or better yet a girl
she liked you so much
and yea i guess you liked her too.

The middle of the summer started getting better
we had the jokes and laughs
but still no games or retardedness
we were still missing alot.

Towards the end of the summer
we had everything
man was i happy

We were best friends again
the jokes and the laughs were awesome
and the games and the retardedness was back!

The third year is starting now
its going good so far
we still have everything
but....

The first year was better
and that summer was the best!

poem by Adriana Ellis
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Breathe

Two men
They started walking
Started talking bout better days
One says to the other
We do it all again
Seems I knew I would
And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn't want this
Somebody help me see
Now I feel it
Feel like I've been there
I didn't need this
Somebody help me breathe

Here we are again
Just face to facing
Each other another day
Who wins
Well who cares
It always ends up the same
Seems I knew I would

And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn't want this
Somebody help me see
And now I feel it
Feel that I've been there
I didn't need this
Would Somebody help me stand
And now I've told them
Already warned them
I didn't want this
Somebody help me breathe

If I was them
Then I wanna be
What I see
If I could drag my life in a moment
Wanna know do you want me to go
Gonna keep it all from ending
Never stop myself from pretending
That you always knew that I never could

All I ever really wanted was to be the same
Equal treatment never ever comes
and there they go again
All I ever really wanted was to be like you
So perfect
So worthless
If i could take it all back think again
I would

And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn't want this
Somebody help me see
Now I feel it
Feel that I've been there
I didn't need this
Somebody help me stand
And now I've told them
I didn't want this
I didn't need this
Would somebody help me breathe
Would somebody help me breathe
Would somebody help me?

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My friend who is no longer here

Death by change my friend
Who is no longer here

My friend you change for good not for bad
You quit drinking and smoking

What began the ticking to you grave
1/01/09 my friend who is no longer alive

I’m hoping you where in god’s hands
When you disappeared

That day you change my friend's
When I wish you didn’t
You did it for your job and family and friends

You died being sobsober
Sad with the pain in your chest
I can’t see or hear you any more my friend

It kills me when I say
It kills me when I think your name
It kills me when I remember that day
When you vanish in thin air

The past is just a past my friend who is no longer here
I’ll stay to say my good byes
for soon I lye next to you
For soon I pray I’ll see and hear you once again

This is about my friend who died 1-01-09 at 1: 37pm
P.S. please don’t comment or vote this thank you

poem by nic Leisure
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On June 1st of That Year

I wish I could take back everything that I have ever said that hurt you
I wish I could have another one of our 'important talks'

But that's not going to happen
Since you didn't make it thought ther night
I just hope you didnt feel much pain,
When you died

I still can remember the call
When I picked up the phone and it was the hospital
And they told me that you was in a bad car crash
And that you had died instanly

I just wish I would have said I love you
And gave you a kiss
Instead of being pissed at you
Over something so childish

The women told me that you was under the influence of drugs
I just sat there and started weeping
I told you earlier that day that drugs was going to kill you

I just wish I wasn't right
I just wish I could hold you in my arms just one more time
I just wish I could have been their to say good-bye

There is not one day that goes by
That your not in my thoughts

It has be so hard for me the past month it has been hell
I told you if you died
I would be able to handle it

That I would have to join you as well
You dont have to worry anymore
Because in a second or two
I will be with you

People thought I was stronger then what I was
Then they found out that
I couldn't handle the presure of the world by myself anymore

When little Brandi hung herself
On June 1st of that year

(4-24-05)

poem by Brandi Young
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Didnt Know

Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.

Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.

Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.

Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.

Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Doomed love

Across the cemetery sat the worst of schools
A school that contained only fools
Where the rate of graduation was close to nil
And the worst always chose the poison pill

At the edge of the screen, at the very back
Stood a girl with her hair jet black
While up at the front at the edge of the gate
Sat the man she had wanted to date

Her name was Jane and his was John
It sounded like two people from a love song
If she had him her life was done
But all he ever did to her was shun

It didn’t matter how hard she tried
Or even how much she pried
If she didn’t have him by the end of the day
Then he would most surely pay

While the day that was, came and went
The day in watching was spent
But ignoring her was all he did
So she decided of him to be rid

She thought and she thought all day long
And came up with a plan she didn’t think was wrong
Packing the supplies she needed that day
She walked out the door in the suns dim rays

She waited at the school for what seemed like an hour
She ate same grapes that she thought tasted sour
Then she saw him coming through the gate
And started with the clever bait

She wrote a letter to snare him near
To the place where at first she did hear
Of the guy she would want till death
To her very last breath

She loved him but she would not pull out
And started to leave by the nearest route
She went to the place she had asked him to go
And saw him there moving to and fro’

What happened next no one could tell
At the ringing of the lonesome church bell
The detectives decided with mournful dismay
That this is what happened every day

They questioned the witnesses until there pens ran out
And the bothered teachers started to shout
They concluded that the kid died by poisoned food
And departed, not wanting to be rude

At the cemetery across the school
Everyone, together, started to pool
At the center of the throng a choir did sing
As the gloomy bells started to ring

At the beginning of the service the mother declared
That her daughter was never timid or scared
But before the service was done
Everyone would know of John

poem by Darnell Wetzel
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The Skokie Theater

Twelve years old and lovesick, bumbling
and terrified for the first time in my life,
but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned,
definitely stunned—I wanted to cry,
I almost started to sob when Chris Klein
actually touched me—oh God—below the belt
in the back row of the Skokie Theatre.
Our knees bumped helplessly, our mouths
were glued together like flypaper, our lips
were grinding in a hysterical grimace
while the most handsome man in the world
twitched his hips on the flickering screen
and the girls began to scream in the dark.
I didn’t know one thing about the body yet,
about the deep foam filling my bones,
but I wanted to cry out in desolation
when she touched me again, when the lights
flooded in the crowded theatre
and the other kids started to file
into the narrow aisle, into a lobby
of faded purple splendor, into the last
Saturday in August before she moved away.
I never wanted to move again, but suddenly
we were being lifted toward the sidewalk
in a crush of bodies, blinking, shy,
unprepared for the ringing familiar voices
and the harsh glare of sunlight, the brightness
of an afternoon that left us gripping
each other’s hands, trembling and changed.

poem by Edward Hirsch
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Another Try

Another try, I give again, I started shy, my heart started to mend.

It all looked great, but I could tell, something was wrong, as she started leaving her shell.

I was as blind as could be, I had no clue, I did not see, that this experience would be new.

The tension grew, as we fought more, this is something I cannot do, as I showed him the door.

He said no, as I told him get out, things went bad, as he started to shout.

I didn't know, what he would do, I started to show it, as my fear grew.

He knew this, as I walked the other way, then he kissed me, and I let him stay.

He said sorry, I was having a bad day, I forgave him, without delay.

This was a grave mistake, I realize now, he was just a fake, but his anger was real.

Not long after, he started it, I was being abused, as he started to hit.

I was starting to fear, him and his ways, he took away my support, as it started to fade.

I was running out of options, stay or leave, either way, my heart was going to be cleaved.

I was ready to leave, as he came to me, he brought me roses, and I succumbed to see.

That the decision I made, was not the right one, I am afraid, if it is already done.

The choices I made, the things I have done, my heart is breaking, as I am down to one.

So whatever you do, whatever you say, when starting new, watch how quickly it can change your day.

poem by Eric Maffettone
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The Pregnancy

You planted this seed in me
You nurtured and helped it grow
You shaped and molded it from head to toe
You watched it grow through the different stages
Month by month and day by day
Not knowing what you were forming
Or should I say you didn't care
You would leave me starving
Which left my baby malnourished
Shortly after it was time for my baby to be delivered
I started feeling the pains at night
Something felt strange, it just didn't seem right
I called you once again to help me
Once again you were not there
So I had to deliver this baby alone
This baby you planted in me
Month by month and day by day
You said that you'd be home today
I guess you're not
So I will deliver without you
Might not be a pleasant sight
Lots of blood and pain
Here it comes
Screaming from the pain
It hurts
Why aren't you here
The baby is now here
Look how unique it is
I shall call my baby Revenge

poem by Tonette Copes
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The Dog Days Of Summer

June arrived just yesterday, or so it
seemed to be. All that's left is one
more day, then June is history. July
can hardly wait to get here, it's almost
at our door. The days will get much
hotter, then it was the month before.
Just as we're getting used to July, it
too, will be on it's way. Around the
corner lies August, which can make
you rue, the day. If you think July was
hot, August is the worst by far. It's hard
to escape it's sweltering heat, no matter
who you are. You can take a dip in the
ocean, if you enjoy having a steam bath.
The water will never be cold, as August,
unleashes it wrath. Here it is, the
wonderful days of summer. Even though
we look forward to it, it can also be quite
a bummer!

poem by Audrey Heller
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When New Year Comes

When New Year Comes
Everybody Shivers
In the month of January
Which is cold and Airy
In February winter get’s Weary
Prepares for Leaving
Paving way for spring to come
In the month of March
Flowers loom Large
April comes
Summer knocks on the Door
When May comes,
Sun Brightens
Mangoes ripe and Juicy
Long hot days
Make June very tiring
Holidays for Children
All wait for Rain
Monsoon at its Peak
When July arrives
Rain brings Smile
August is the month of Freedom
Sometimes sticky sometimes Hot
In September one feels
Better then August
We call it Autumn
One see’s Flowers
Which are colourful and Rosy
October is the festival Month
Weather is good
Winter getting Ready
November makes everybody Happy
Everybody enjoys
Lights of Deepawali(Festival of Light)
In the Cold month of December
Christmas celebrated
Throughout the the World
Everybody says goodbye to the year
Welcomes New Year
On the night of 31’st December

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend

I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend

But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again

poem by Dylan Burkhart
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[ Late August ]

Heat still sizzles in the fields
In August summer still yields
The sun shines to no regret
Wind sauntering 'til sunset

'though heat is being cool off by the rain
Preserving flowers, and meadow - green
But summer still taking what it brings
The August incense with fugacious wings

Bounty blooms, butterflies, bees are insane
Birds, crickets sing and the night listens
Summer's sky, bright burst so clear
It's the late August in summer's fair

Summer in August still in standby
Sooner balmy weather is coming by
The hot temper will bicker with cool air
With soothing breeze here comes September

poem by Ency Bearis
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Make It All OK

You threw away the ballast and you rowed your boat ashore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You made your ultimatum too big to ignore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So you worked out your excuses,
turned away and shut the door.
The world's too vast for us now,
and you wanted to explore
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your hand again I'd have to walk away.
When I saw you at the street fair, you called out my name
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You said we could start over, try and make it all okay.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So our past has been rewritten
and you threw away the pen.
You'd said that I was useless,
but now you'll take me in again
Well Jesus loves me fine.
And your words fall flat this time.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you believe that I have finally turned away?
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Anything to hold onto to help me through my day.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Jesus loves me fine.
But his words fall flat this time.
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your world, did you think I'd really stay?
If you offered me the heavens, I would have to turn away.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you, now? Didn't you, now?
Didn't you?

song performed by by REM
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Make It All Okay