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heart biggrin
People say home is where the heart is.
In a way this is true.
Your family and friends.
They are your true home.
They are always in you heart.
So I guess
Home really is where the heart is.
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 katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 02:44am · 0 Comments |
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cry
You sit and you cry
But what can you do
They are gone
Gone forever
Never to return again
You’ll always remember them
You love them always
And blame god
But god did not take them
He received them
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katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 02:33am · 0 Comments |
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burning_eyes
Churning and burning
Yearning and turning
Wiggle your fingers
And wiggle your toes
Sway to the left
And sway to the right
Hop in a circle
And scream to the night
Your magic spell
Will be complete
If you do just these
But do something else
For disastrous means
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katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 02:30am · 0 Comments |
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It’s bleak and dark,
Always there is a war.
Well mine is the same;
Bleak, and dark, and evil.
It can still harm you,
Even in the present.
When little, I played,
Skipped, ran, jumped, and walked.
Friends galore I had,
But it was not meant to be.
For I moved,
And never again,
Will I see them.
That was when,
My history first went bleak.
Bleak.
What does it mean?
Cold, depressing;
These descried my life.
Grade school.
It increasingly darkened,
And became more evil.
Friends, family, strangers.
Harmed, scarred.
I myself scarred emotionally.
Sister, mother.
Both near death
And me nowhere to go.
Bryce.
Friend to all.
Attacked, bleeding, moaning.
Unheard over my screams.
Near death in my arms.
His life, oozing
Through the wound.
Questions flying all around.
I unaware of anything but him.
Threats, flashes of a knife.
Victoria.
In danger.
Gone are the threats.
Gone is the blade.
But wait, life gets better.
Friends, family.
All with me, still with me.
Travel, and live, and speak to my heart.
Telling me always,
Life gets better
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katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 02:23am · 0 Comments |
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evil mad
She screamed, and she yelled.
Finally I snapped.
I had had enough.
I packed my bags,
And marched to the door,
When out of the dark,
Who should come?
None other than
The ultimate being,
The one who creates purpose,
My commander,
My sovereign leader,
My all in all,
My one and only god.
He gave me life,
And a purpose,
Of which I have not succeeded.
So now I sit,
And write my heart out on parchment,
The story of my life.
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katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 02:09am · 0 Comments |
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ninja
My what a battle,
My what a fighter.
Did he win or did he lose?
Did a man fall behind?
He did not win or lose.
How is joy expressed,
When a war continues?
The man, a man battles on.
What father does not still fight
A daughter’s battles?
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katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 02:03am · 0 Comments |
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heart
Joy came to my heart that day
Can he be the one? My one true love?
Sam wasn’t he.
Is he the one?
If his heart jumped like mine,
Heart carried away to a land of love, I know he feels
I love, love me my one true love
Forever we, together we
My love, his love, combine into one
Our love, its one
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katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 01:58am · 0 Comments |
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cry
She was a friend that all could want,
Bad times had reached her though;
Sore heart and soul and body, even she
Was a church attendee;
But why had God left her?
In her sweet voice she begged for her child.
How can I forget her compassionate complexion?
How Christ do you abandon her?
How Christ do you leave her soul?
How Christ, even when she prayed,
How can you stray from her,
Our sister in the church.
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katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 01:55am · 0 Comments |
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