Natalia's Life
natalia didn't believe
in anything anymore
for her parents abused her
and beat her every day
witch made natalia
wish...
she wasn't alive
natalia was only 6
when her father
tried to rape her
she went crying to her mother
but her mother didn't listen
or seem to care
natalia is 16
about to have a baby
she doesn't want
or need
natalia is 18
tried to kill
her parents
but her father
grabed a hold of her
and killed her instead
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Natalia
Im walkin down the street
Im on that midnight beat
Im on a lonely avenue
Baby, wont you walk with me
Baby, wont you talk with me
Oh thats all I want you to do, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
Call your name out
Chorus:
Na na, na na, na na
Na na, na na, na na
Na na, na na, na na, natalia
Here on a summer night
I wanna kiss and hold you tight
Just the way we used to do
Walkin down the same old street
People that we used to meet
Such a long, long time ago, now
Walk with me
Talk to me
And I call out your name
Repeat chorus two times
On a magic night like this
I hunger for your kiss
On a magic night like this
Repeat chorus
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Natalia, natalia, natalia
Natalia, natalia, natalia
Fade
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXX
Thus was Natalia loved and lost and won.
Some say that Adrian, having gained the goal
Of his long hopes, and being of those who run
Too lightly for their constancy of soul,
Or finding maybe that in spite of fate
She he had saved from death was ill at ease,
And halted still in doubt 'twixt this and that,
Grudging her frightened soul its ecstasies,
At a high feast in presence of her kin
Gave back Natalia to her husband's care:
A fair resolve, mayhap, and lesser sin,
If that sin be which love hath made so fair.
Yet do I doubt me all so blindly ended,
Since both from Adam were and Eve descended.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXIII
But, when the church was hushed in the night wind,
And all were gone who might his zeal disclaim,
Or hinder the firm purpose of his mind,
A silent man among the tombs he came,
Stooping to listen if so be some sound
Of living thing with speech or power to breathe
Should issuant be from the dark underground,--
And last to hers. There on that home of death
He kneeled him down and called aloud to her,
``Natalia, O Natalia, my beloved,
Am I not here thy soul's petitioner
Whom thou so lovedst?'' And around him moved
The phantoms of the night. And the wind's sigh
Answered his prayer, ``Beloved, it is I.''
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet VII
But where he fared and how, it matters not.
He and his mourning ere a month had run
Were out of mind with all and clean forgot,
Kinsman and friend and foe: save only one,
Only Natalia. She with tightened breath
Heard his name spoken in reproof's vain way
And gave her melancholy soul to death.
Foolish Natalia, who in love's full day
Had spent her grief, had nothing now to give
Of greater woe to her soul's agonies.
Living she yet had hardly dared to live.
She had wept dry the fountains of her eyes,
And never on her sorrow broke a gleam
Of that assuagement tears on others stream.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVIII
Nor were the rest astonished. Even he,
Natalia's lord, in all complacent grace
Looked on approving of her act when she
Stepped forward with her face to Adrian's face,
And touched his lips and told him of the truth
How all was ended now of her old life,
With the sad barrier that had marred their youth:
Husband no longer and no longer wife,
Natalia had grown free. Then the proud lover
Gave thanks to God and took her arm in his,
Fearless how now their love they should discover
To any anger of suspicious eyes,
And led her forth his bride before them all
With solemn music to the banquet--hall.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVI
Among the rest ('twas thus his dream went on
While Adrian slept) in more than courteous mood
And smiling welcome, fairer scarce was none,
That noble knight Natalia's husband stood,
A gentle man whom of a truth in life,
Alas for jealous youth and wit too keen!
Adrian loved little though he loved his wife,
But now beheld as the most blest of men,--
Because Natalia was not dead, he thought,
Seeing him thus unconscious of all grief,--
And in that cloudless face where pain was not
Adrian found omen to his soul's relief,
And looked beyond if haply he should see
Her face too following fixed in constancy.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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My Freshman Life
alot of people
i met at school
make fun of me
cause i'm different
and not like them
i talk different
i'm afraid to speak whats on my mind
i'm shy
i've been abused
i'm bio
and so confused
people pass me
in the hall
without a single word
i just walk on by
the boys at school
call me crystal pistel
and a freak
and the only question i have now
is what did i do
to make you this cruel?
this is my high school life
in grade 9
a freshman
who nobody liked
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Take Your Anger Towards Yourself Not Others
life is life
death is death
you better clean up your mess
love is love
hate is hate
where is all your faith?
you beat a child
you murder a child
you rape a child
and all i have to ask
is why?
you laugh like your free
you cry like your not worth a thing
but can't you see
you take your anger
out on innocents
when what you really need to do
is take your anger
towards yourself
not others
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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My Baby And His Bro (fake Names Though)
mostafa is a little boy
no more then 9
his brother yells
and pulls his little ears
and that's no lie
one day i told
mostafa's brother
to not do
those things to him
so abed stoped
hurting his brother
and respected my wishes
now mostafa has no respect
to his brother abed
witch i find a bit funny
yesterday abed made mai cry
so i made up a party
for all the singles in canada
to get my advenge on abed
who thought it was quit funny
and it kinda turned him on
a guy asked me to sleep with him
i told him to ask abed
for he is the boss
of mai
he did
and to my surprize
abed got overly protective
and asked that guy
where he lived
so he could
beat that guy up
i couldn't help
but smile
i found it so cute
for he cared for mai alot
me and abed
are like one
for he makes mai
feel loved
and protected
except for the times
he makes mai cry
but other than that
he's a pretty good guy
and i care
and love for him
with all my heart
and if i wasn't afraid of death
i may give up my life
to save his
i love you so much abed
and i love mostafa
asha
your step-mom
and unborn baby to
i also love your father
who mai not aprove of mai yet
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Do You Wanna Play?
i love to play
my little sick games
woundering....
if you do to
i love to tell people
what to do
and i expect it done
no matter how sick it is
i don't care
if your a virgin or not
i don't care if your 16 or 90
just write to me
so we can play
but i have to warn you
if you wanna play
you have to come down
to souris, pei
and find your own place
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Snow White Dove
this is for NATALIA ANNA JOELIE!
i know of a beautiful spirit by the name of
NATALIA ANNA JOELIE
the most beautiful spirit you would want to meet and see
she has gone through a lot for her sixteen years
and her poetry she loves to share.
she has a gift which is rare and unique
every poem is a treat.
now don't let her young years deceive you my friend
when she loves you-she loves you to the end.
she is a sensitive, shy, young spirit
which has taken to flight
reading her poetry is such a delight.
if you are really looking for someone to love
then check out this snow white dove.
poem by Louis Rams
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Life's A Song
life's a song
everything you do
has a ring to it
every step you take
has a beat
every mistake you make
your song starts to break
you need to do
everything right
in order to find
your way thorogh life
play your song carefully
for your song
is to short
to play brokenly
or alone
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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A Little Girl Who Wasn't Afraid
a little girl
on the streets
cries everyday
for the whole world to see
a little girl
who's not afraid
to show her bruises
and all the pain
a little girl
heart made of gold
left this earth
everyone calls home
a little girl
flies above
to a place
filled with love
a little girl
who wasn't afraid
to show who she really was inside
so why are you?
what's this world comming to?
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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My Baby's Dream Girl
if i was my baby's dream girl
would he love mai more
or if i just be mai
just the way i'am
would we grow apart
if i was my baby's dream girl
would he still tizz mai
and make mai cry
or would he still be that person
who's cold hearted
without a soul
if i was my baby's dream girl
would he come right away
or still wait
till he gradurates
if i was my baby's dream girl
would he tell mai why he loves mai
or keep it all inside
i guess i'll never know
cause i'm not abed's dream girl
i'm nothing compared to his ex.'s
by: crystal sonier
age: 16
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials.
quote by Natalia Ginzburg
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What Christmas Means To Me
christmas
is for love
friends and family
christmas
is for peace
joy and happiness
christmas
is for having fun
laughing and talking
christmas
is for everyone
the rich and the poor
that's what christmas means to me
the presants don't mean a thing
unless you made it
or it came from the heart
cause the best gift of all
doesn't glitter or sparkle
it's not raped in ribbon or paper
it doesn't cost a thing
the best gift of all
comes from the heart
it's a song that you share
or a smile that you start
the best gift of all
doesn't come from the store
it's time spent
with you and me
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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I Disagree That Helping People Is What We're About
i'll have to say
i disagree
for all the 16 years i've had seen
heard and read
war
hate
sorrow
pain
murderrape
abuse
and even death
that don't sound like help to me
everyday i walk the streets
of cold and emptyness
while all the people
who've died before
run through my mind
you don't help them
you just walk on by
and i wanna know why?
if we were sent here
to help and care for others
then why are we doing the oppasite
and hurting them instead
that is why i can't agree
but all i can do is disagree
while the world carries on
full of war and hate
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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No adultery is bloodless.
quote by Natalia Ginzburg
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Devin Lee
devin was my everything
he was my world
my pride and joy
my laughter and my happiness
devin was my first love
he took my virginty
then left me for dead
he took away my life
my world
my pride
my joy
my laughter
my happiness
devin is now my ex.
he is now my friend
but i can't help it
for everytime i see him
with another girl
my heart just breaks
and i wanna cry
for i just feel all alone
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers.
quote by Natalia Ginzburg
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