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Jigsaw of life

Square peice of sorrow
Round peice of happiness
Diamond peice of faith
Jagged peice of hate
Oblong peice of hope

Stepping stones
Peices of paper
Wooden blocks

Many roads to wander
Many turns to take
Many mistakes to ponder
Many joys to shed tears

Sorrow, happiness, hate, faith and hope
Fit together at times
Easier than others
Patience they say
Will win at the end of the day

Whatever your picture
Please remember
Many goes it may take
To put your picture together
Lifes jigsaw puzzle is no easy task

poem by Dianne jennifer Stephens
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There is a Little Peice of Heaven

there is a little peice of heaven,
a peice for everyone,
a peice that is safe,
a place that is yours,
a place that brings you peace,
a place that gives you happiness,
a little peice of heaven.

there is a little peice of heaven,
on earth,
on the seas,
in tears,
in eyes,
in loneliness,
in love,
in hatred,
in death,
in life,
in everything,
is that little peice of heaven.

there is a little peice of heaven,
in a soul,
for so many people,
a spot that everyone deserves,
a spot that everyone on earth needs,
a spot where hunger vanishes,
a little peice of heaven.

there is a little peice of heaven,
over roads,
through trees,
in forests,
in the seas,
under waterfalls,
on rooves,
between rocks,
between booz,
a little peice of heaven.

there is a little peice of heaven,
in towns,
in cities,
on isleands,
on boats,
in boxes,
in cars,
in vans,
in trucks,
there is this little peice of heaven.

there is this little peice of heaven,
we all know well.

this little peice of heaven,
is actually...

this little place called...HOME.

poem by Sindal Benson
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Dirty

Filthy dirty (not yet finished)

I'll show you what pain is.
I belive this is what you thought.
I hope you can live with yourself.
You vile peice of scum.

I hate you
You raped me you abused me.
You hurt me.
Worst of all
You stole my trust
You took my innocence.

Rape Rape
Please god no not again
Get off me
Please leave me alone.

one day You'll regret what you've done.
And now it's begun.
I'll show you what hate is.
It's from me to you.
You dirty old fucking man
You'll be dead when I'm through.

I will get you
Like you got me
You will pay for what you did

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Lowlife

i want to rip off your head leaving no limbs to keep it attached
Your a worthless peice of shit who stabbed me in the back
You may not be ugly on the outside but you are within
You keep using girls to stop the hurting
Well i hope you die
I will no longer let myself cry
Over a moron who only sees himself
let me tell you you'll be the one who regrets this
For I was right for you once but now you'll be rejected
Don't dare ask me out even as a friend
I'm letting you know how it will end
It ended with hate which i didn't want
But without you i'll be better off
You believed pitful rumors by your lowlife friends
You stoped talking to me because what they said
Well i wish all the evil in the world to fall upon your feet
I hope i am there to witness you're last throbbing beat
You don't deserve love because all you do is kill it
You don't deserve happiness because from others you stole it
You're a class A jerk who will end up nowhere in life
You're someone who i'm glad i am removing from mine
I could care less how you feel or think about me
Because without you i am so damn happy
You're worst than him and i thought that impossible
I let it go way farther than i wanted to
So here is where it ends
A kiss of posion and all the damaged remnants

poem by Jean Pullman
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Marriage comes from religion, so you can make love to a woman under the eyes of God. Today it's like a contract, politically and economically. I do not feel the need to bring a realtionship down to a peice of paper. I mean, I can be faithful; I am faithful when I love. Love is more important than marriage for me. I stay with the person I love.

quote by Roy Dupuis
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Ask the moon

Ask the moon

Over the hills and deep valleys

flowing between the clouds

and floating in the

savory eyes of lake

a silent little lonely peice of moon

wrapped in sparkle of twinkling stars

constantly moves around

between day and night

how it feels to live in solitude

Ask the moon......

poem by Seema Gupta
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The Wolf Inside

The wounded howl aloud
A howl that runs like water
Shivers down your spine
Tonight you will whine
Death is at my heels
The wolf inside wants to devour
I no longer want to feel
I no longer want to cower
I cry the red tears
I release all my fear
The unwanted die alone
The alone live in peace
Love shatters the soul
But keeps the heart beating
The wolf inside longed to be free
It wanted to run
But you left me
Every night brings pain
Every night the beast inside gains
Taking me away from you
I know what I must do
Sorrow lasts through this night
I'll take a peice of you
And keep in memory
I know what I must do
I must live without you

poem by Ashley Morris
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Look

Look in to my eyes.
There you will see the pain.
The pain I've hidden for so many years.
In my sad eyes lies all my fears.
At times life is to much to bear.

Look in to my shattered eyes.
There you will see my heart in tatters.
Altough you thought it wouldn't mattet.
You thought it was be cool to rape and batter.

Look in to my eyes.
There my hurt lies.
I hate you.
I begged you not to.
My eyes pleaded with you.

Look in to my eyes.
Can you see what you've done to me?
You've left me in bits.
You've left me in a mess.
My heart is shattered.
My eyes see fear.

Look in to my eyes.
Look at the pain you left me.
No what you have done now do you?
You peice of evil vile scum

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Victory was not mine

The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
Victory was not mine.
You hurt me you hurt me.
You've scared me.
And yet the victory is yours.
You still continue to beat me.

You torture me every day.
Even though you raped me.
You still win.
And the victory is yours.

Its not fair you have the victory.
When you are evil personalised.
You are the peice of scum

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Ode to Sage

I have a dog named sage...
Who always plays around and around and around

She never sleeps always Creeps
Also very greedy
All of this but always Loyal
All of this but still is spoiled.

Never Underestimate my dog Sage
For no matter how nice
She can surely get in a RAGE
So she will always protect me dont be mistaken
You can easily lure her away with a peice of bacon
But she'll just as easilly returned when she hears me in need
And for that I say she is a friend indeed.
My Dear good dog sage

poem by Melissa Ferrer
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The Greatest Plague

Hate consumes the people of the world like a
plague that kills. Turn to hate we do in times
where things are wrong in thine eyes. Try to
justify it by calling it what you like but in
the end it all amounts to hate. Someone attacks
the weak we go after them claiming justice but
we allow the anger to lead us away. Sorrow can
leads us to hate without a soul even realizing
it. So hate has the ulitmate power in this world
that call home. Hate is everything that does not
envelop love or happiness. We allow more hate
than love in this land. You can call it what you
like. Spite anger sorrow loss sadness jealousy
pain. They all lead down the road to hatred.
The paths may go in different ways but all in
in the same place. Being there alone without
a person to stand at your side. Without the
happiness and joys of life. You can say that
sorrow loss and sadness are not hate but when
you think about it your sorrow can turn feeling
sorrow for a person can turn to hurting another
you feel anger towards those who would not help.
Loss you blame someone or something for taking
someone away from you. Perhaps your loss can
change into seeking vengence. Sadness how could
it turn you wander but sadness it self it loss
and sorrow. When sad you are easily swayed by
one of great influence good or bad. Hate has
the power to do more to us than one can ever
think or imagine. For those who do no see it
just turn the pages back in time and all shall
be revealed then. Hate is destroying us swiftly
one day at a time. Hate is the worlds greatest
plague.

poem by Jacob Adams
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Hidden but not forgotten.

My pain from you is hidden.
But the pain you cuased me is not forgotten.
I hide the scars of what you did.
Rape and sexual abuse.
But I don't forget what you did.
It eats a way at me like the decay eats the flesh.
I hate you all you bastards are evil.

My pain is hidden but never forgotten.
I will get you all one by one.
One by one you will all pay.
You rotten peice of scum.
Your dirtier than the bottom of my shoe.
You bastards will all get whats coming to you.
One thing is for sure.
My pain is hidden but be sure its not forgotten.
And I'll pay you all back.
Your all get whats coming to you.
You'll get your just deserts.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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All I Want Is A Life

I just want to get a little more out of my payday
Finally own a car that doesnt break down on the freeway
A little vacation..... aint askin very much
I hate comin home to this old broken down apartment
I wish I had a dime for every whole thats in the carpet
No I dont want it all... but I aint got enough
Chorus
All I want is a life
To drink from a glass from a well that aint dry
Im sick of the crumbs I want a peice of that pie
All I want is a life.
I dont mind the hours and the pain that comes from workin
But its enough to kill me when I see my baby hurtin
Wanna give her that diomond.... I never got to buy
She keeps tellin me that everything is gettin better
But one step up the rung and someone knocks me off the ladder
Just wanna break even someday before I die
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Venision

Blood stain...on his eye
Reefer on his mind
Well!
Shut up and listen, you might be missin'
Your hell blindfold
Not touching no one
And further sicken myself
You got to miss and go, hell!
Thought that you'd be myself
Chooper...me beside
Listen...you might learn me
Said!
Don't talk to no one and me's like itching downstairs
She's about to break
To get your self in
I wont predict it myself
I get her things and go, hell!
Locked in a missing bed, so I
You did never
You never did!
You never did!
You did never
You never...
You never...
...Did!
My parents scream and scold, hell!
Dying a peice in myself
So I'll die
I'll buy time
I'll buy my beatings stole
I'll die here
I'll buy you
No in sale

song performed by by Deftones
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Lost My Faith

Lost my faith

Lost my faith
This month of October
Strange mood overcomes
Black birds teasing
Nothing seems easy

Lost my faith
Where is the breeze
Fill me with hope
Emptiness grows
As well as sorrow

Lost my faith
Somewhere I’ll go
Find path of happiness
Throw grief and tears
But feel hunting fear

Lost my faith
Thought was a friend
Another painful blow
Nothing is real
Such a painful waste

Lost my faith
As my feelings were true
Now have to go on
Try to forget you
Even so I am hopelessly blue

Lost my faith …..in mankind

poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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It's Gonna Kill Me

This girl's trying to kill me
This girl's trying to kill me
She's my favorite peice of plastic held to my ear
Where do I go
I don't know
Where to play
I don't know
What do I say
Whatever you say yeah
Shuh

[Chorus:]
Yeah
It's gonna kill me
Yeah
It's gonna kill me

And this girl's got a grip- oh where's mine?
I spent the night walking home
Spent the last night dreaming
I spent the last night sceaming
What do you need
I don't know
Where do you stay
I don't know
What do you mean
I don't know
Where do you go
I don't know
Shah

[Chorus (2 times)]

Oh yeah
Huh

song performed by by Filter from Title of Record
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Eyes Of An Angel

She once looked into an angel's eyes.
No matter how hard that angel tries,
The angel can't disguse,
The compassion in the angel's eyes.

The angel denies,
The angel doesn't see the tears she cries,
Every time the angel comes near, a peice of hear heart dies,
All because of the angel's eyes.

She hates the angel, but the angel's eyes,
Make up for all the lies,
And at night the angel flies,
Watches her dream about the angel's eyes.

She stops and sighs,
Stops crying when she really tries,
Thinks about pain and its enormous size,
Then, yet again, cries.

The tears she cries,
The heart that dies,
When she sighs,
Will they ever be noticed by the angel's eyes?

poem by Jackie Crow
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Tortued by bastards

Tortured in childhood
And early teens.
Torture more day by day.
By some evil scum
That wanted his twisted pleasure.
He thought it was right to do it.
Right to rape and abuse a child.
Peice of fucking shit.

Tortued by more than 1.
Still stuck there
As it were only a day ago.

Tortured from a youn age.
All I can hear in my head
is its only a game.

Still stuck and tortured
By your vile face.
Some day
Youll get
What you desereve.

Then maybe you wont
Most bastards like you
are untouchable.

But you all tortued me
For your own
Vile reasons.
You piece of shit

Amy Kerswell

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A broken record of an Unforgotten past

Woke up, the sun was shinning,
The sky........blue.
I saw my best friend's picture,
Happiness settled in
then died just as quickly as he did in that crash,
Drunk driver........,
I was the one driving drunk.

Deppresion began to settle in
like sleep in the night.
I walked past the news-stand,
saw a paper. front page read in bold,
'LAURA COLEMAN DEAD! ! ! ' cause of death, suicide,
Memories flashed before my eyes, thoughts flooded my mind
how we tortured this girl at Holmwood High
mocked her, jeered her, laughed her to scorn
and now she lay dead, a peice of my handiwork.
Her big blue eyes that used to plead with me in the past
now began to haunt.

'Want a hot date', a voice then said,
I turned around and saw a junkie whore
face grotesque, body frail, eyes desperate,
She looked at my face and ran..........
Confused I walked a bit
Then it hit me. BAM!
This was Leonette, high school valedictorian,
The Christian girl we batteried the night of graduation.

The horrors of my past began to rush in,
of people I had hurt, of hopeful lives i had ruined,
I was in mental pain
Screaming!
Tortured! !
Chaos engulfed me like a flame.

I started falling back into my mind,
Hating the memories being forced to the surface,
The darknes swallowing me.... safe.
I followed the light, the pain subsiding.
But, not so someone decided,
The light I saw....changed.

Woke up the sun was shinning,
The sky.......... blue.

poem by Confusion Undastood
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The Last Cry Of The Soul Of A Dying Poet

My heart is wrapped with codes of death;
future foreshadowed by doom and gloom,
i fade away like a lengthening shadow
but thou i die, this i've been graced with will die not,
poetry will die not.

i've lived that life blue around the gills;
to the brim my paths were filled with complete emptiness!
i've searched for myself around the cold bills,
but i found non of me...
except this peice of writing,
this poem 'Waking Smiles'

if it was for a matter of choice
I could have choosen another life,
so as to live and die not;
so as to live and recite poems.

By the roadways i saw my death;
before he comes, take my word and find yourselves,
for once my dear friends get a little bit of me right;
i say thou i die, my joy is fullfilled
my poetry, my delight

poem by Mpho Leteng
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Olney Hymn 61: The Narrow Way

What thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known!
None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own.

A thousand ways in ruin end,
One only leads to joys on high;
By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleased with a journey to the sky.

No more I ask or hope to find
Delight or happiness below;
Sorrow may well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.

The joy that fades is not for me,
I seek immortal joys above;
There glory without end shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.

Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms,
Contented lick your native dust!
But God shall fight with all his storms,
Against the idol of your trust.

poem by William Cowper
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