Suffer, Pain, Sadness

I know that you are gone and away from us all.
But when you think about it, you are in a better place.
God has taken you from us; I guess it was your time.
He will take us when the time is right.
You are no longer suffering from pain.
You are in a better place.
We all miss you dearly, you must know that.
There is nothing we can do to bring you back.
Of all the people in the world,
You were the one God wanted.
And there is no way we can change that fact.
You are there and we are here, but sooner or later
We will meet again, I know it.
Just wait for us, and we will be there with open arms.

-Kayla Cranmer
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The Day You Died

He is the one who will always be by your side
He will never make you cry
He will be there next to you when you wake up in the mornin'
He will always be your best friend
He will be the one to ask you to marry him
And you will say yes,
But then it comes to that rainy day
Where you are coming home from work and you had the worst day.
You walk in your house and you hang your coat up
Then you walk into your room and you see HER with him.
You turn around and walk out your door.
You just keep drivin'.
The rain gets harder and the streets are wet.
You turn down a dark street.
You speed up and then you get hit.
You wake up in the ambulance.
They ask if you are alright.
When you get to the ER, you see HIM and he looks into your eyes and says "sorry."
He stays with you all night.
The next day he woke up and the doctor was standing in front of him.
He tells him that they couldn't do anything to save you.
He looks up and says, "this is all my fault."
A few days later he is found dead, just lyin' on the floor with a gun in his hand and a note on the floor.
The note reads: I would do anything for her. she died, so it is my fault. I die.

-by Kaitlyn Conrad
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Cry

I stood there crying, never dying

frown by frown, tear by tear

I stood there crying, still not dying

wondering if hope was near

I sat there wishing, always wishing

wishing for a change to come

I'd still sit wishing, always missing

the warmth of love I'd felt undone

I lay here writing, changing, dying

dying for hope to send

I lay here dying, no more writing

waiting for my life to end

Dead I lay, never crying

Days upon days, hath met their end

Yet I'm missing, always missing

the tears, and emotions that they could bend

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Rebirth

From the ashes rise
And hear my tattered cries
From the shadows fly
And fulfill my unending tries

Rise above the complex,
the notion of your death
Defy the natural order,
your job left unfinished,
no time for rest

Fallen once but now reborn
From our minds never torn

When it's all shattered
and life falls apart,
cry out loud, just open up your heart
sing a song of worship
even while the darkess covers the sky
surrounded by the mercy, while life goes by.
Broken souls cry out,
Don't be afraid to show your scared wings.
Broken souls cry out,
Don't be afraid of what others may think
Broken souls cry out,
Don't be afraid to let light in and push away dark things
Broken souls cry out
Don't be afraid to say life can stink.
Broken souls cry out,
Dont be afraid, always crying till the end
Broken souls cry out,
Don't be afraid to say, "I need a friend"
Broken souls cry out, Oh why, why are we so broken?
Don't be afraid to lift up your hand helping broken souls,
and broken wings, when everything goes down, and everyone
wonders why being broken is a trend.
Broken souls cry out,
"Every one is broken - hold on till the end."

-Joanna Nell
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Missing You

I can’t believe that you are gone and away from me,

Missing you brings back many happy memories.

At first it didn’t hit me, but then I knew it was true,

Now whenever I hear your name I am missing you.

I miss all the fun and games we used to play,

but I know that you are with me every single day.

Sorrow, suffering and pain will never bring you home,

just know that I am missing you everywhere I go.

-Krystle Cranmer
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Get Up and Get Out

The poems that are read
Are sad and gloomy,
Telling of shadows.

Why make the depths
Of sores any deeper
And call forth
The devil's little reaper?

Let in some light.
Put on a smile
And hug someone
For a little while.
For all is not doom
And not everything
Is dead.

Stop calling forth the tears
And get out of bed.
Get out and have some fun
For life only lasts a little while.
So do what you can do today
And don't hold off until tomorrow.

-Anonymous
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Get Up and Get Out

The poems that are read
Are sad and gloomy,
Telling of shadows.

Why make the depths
Of sores any deeper
And call forth
The devil's little reaper?

Let in some light.
Put on a smile
And hug someone
For a little while.
For all is not doom
And not everything
Is dead.

Stop calling forth the tears
And get out of bed.
Get out and have some fun
For life only lasts a little while.
So do what you can do today
And don't hold off until tomorrow.

-Anonymous
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You're Incredible

You see me differently
Than anyone I know.
When I'm sad,
it's to you I can always go.

When something's wrong,
you don't hassle me to talk.
You suggest fresh air,
and ask for a walk.

When I have a bad day,
you know what to do.
I come home from work,
and find a rose or two.

You always know
the perfect way
to turn around
a horrible day.

You're incredible
in every way,
and forever, I hope,
that's how you'll stay.

-Kaycie O'Brien
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The Accident

I'm stressed out,
really scared,
full of doubt,
and unprepared.

I have no clue,
of what to think,
of what to do,
of what you drank.

I keep on thinking,
of where you are,
as you keep drinking,
in a car.

I call your cell,
but no one's there,
I sit alone,
with a silent stare.

I turn the TV on,
to see the breaking news,
the death of a drunk driver,
and somehow i think it's you.

I sit down on the couch,
and call your cell once more,
but no one answers it,
and someone's knocking on my door.

I get off of the couch,
and go to answer it,
a paramedic's there,
she tells me I should sit.

So I sat back down, on the couch,
then started to realize,
then put my head in my hands,
and started to break down and cry.

I looked at her and said,
is he going to be o.k.?
She looked at me and said,
I'm sorry, Miss, but he passed away.

So this is hat I'm telling you,
this is what I have to say,
that driving while intoxicated,
Can take your life away.

- Kaycie O'Brien
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An Evening Stroll

An evening stroll with the one I love,
Means more to me than the clouds above.
An evening's stroll on a warm summer's night,
Makes the stars shine so bright.
With your love walking hand and hand,
You feel like you're flying over the land.
Nothing beats a perfect date,
Like an evening stroll with your soulmate.

-Krystle Cranmer
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2-11-03: A True Poem

Monotone voices speaking on a telephone
Confusion fills me.
Mother asks for father now.
I wait downstairs impatiently.
I am not going to school.

I drive in the back of a van
Numb inside
Wondering what has happened
Although I already know.
He has made it before.
He'll make it again.
I know he will.
He has to.

I crawl out.
Nervous as h---.
My mother and other family waits.
I am told what I already know deep inside.
We all cry and hold ourselves in deep embraces.

Saying goodbye to someone who's already left.
Aunt Suzanne says he's still here
He's just done with his body.
I stand there in awe.
Looking at him.
Ten shades paler than he ever was and ever should've been.
I stand there.
Mom shakes him - and he shakes.
He shakes like a mannequin.

I can't take it.
Running to my father.
My mother is weeping, sobbing.
I wait behind a curtain . . . as I hear my mother screaming out.
She wants her daddy back.

I feel as if I'm on the outside looking in.
"Sweet Home Alabama" plays through t he car radio as I look into the rear-view mirror at
the tears running down my cheeks.
We go to my aunt and grandmother's house.
Aunt Tracey cries out in pain.
They are both disabled.
What will they do?
The rest of the day feels like normal - only hollow and numb.
Like nicotine.

I go to school expecting sympathy.
Naive - I thought that maybe those who taunted me would suddenly soften.
I cry in the middle of science for we had filled out a paper on heart disease.
For Valentine's Day.
What a kick in the face.

The sympathy I need so much only lasts a day.
Then it all goes south and I am left ending to my family alone.
My father is always home late these days
So I have to hold Mom as she cries.
It is me, her own daughter, who has to reassure her.

I become withdrawn and angry.
I begin to hate people even if they try to help mejust because 'They don't know how I feel.'

But I begin to recuperate
and pick up the pieces that Poppy left behind.
The next year I am a new girl completely.
I am able to act like myself, and I am happier.
I have friends now who love me and appreciate me very much.
I came away from my experience wiser than ever before.
And when, on Christmas morning, listening to Alanis Morisette
His ashtray lands in front of me from the top of his memorial on top of my stereo
Face up from about 7 or 8 inches away
I smile and say, "Hi, Poppy, Merry Christmas." For I know that her is here.
He is saying hello.

-By Nikki Haug
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A Sad Poem

Pain, sorrow, blood.
Bombs, traps, death.
Rain drops on the slain.
Will things ever be the same?

As we go nearer the enemy,
Our numbers decrease infamously,
Darkness no longer covers
As dawn rises above to hover.

Rain and thunder boom above
Will I ever see my love?
Lightning flashes throughout the day and night
Can anyone see our plight?

Over numbered sure to be exterminated
Like pigs going to be eradicated.
And all I wish for before I die
Is to be able to say my final goodbye.

I wish my love to all my friends
Especially you, my love, who I will never forget.
And as you read this final goodbye
Remember me and why I died.

-Stephanie Rojas
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The Pain

I write because I’m tryna build myself.
I write because I’m tryna heal myself.
I write because I’m tryna reveal to myself.
I can make it, I don’t need my parents tryna break it and tell me I’m not gonna make it.
I try my best they just can’t take it.
I know I’m gonna make it - just wait I’m gonna take it.
When you had a mother that used to do drugs and all she tryna do is make ya trust her,
You gotta whole other world and all you wanna do is curl.
When you have no mother around and you worry who she be around ya - mine acts like a clown, and all you can do is frown.
When you have a dad around everything drowns, and he doesn’t say I’m always gonna be around, makes you feel not worthy in his eyes.
When you have a dad around he doesn’t hug or kiss you all time
Makes you feel hurt sometimes or not loved.
Or he doesn’t tell you, you can climb it just to shine for it none at all .
In my eyes, they're not perfect but sometimes I feel alone, because they aren’t the kind of parents that tell you it’s gonna be alright.
You can talk to me -
I’ve learned how to accept that in my life, and I hate it so much because I love them,
and 4 once would love to hear both of them say I love you very much.

-Denesha Hicks
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Beyond Reach

I'm sorry
that I can't be
the person that you ask of me,
but it's hard sometimes
just to be
a person unknown

My heart stands
hanging on a silver string
I hope that you don't leave
because if you do, I won't have anything.
I'm sorry
that I can't be perfect.
Do you even think you're worth it?

And so I try
to fit your standards
And so I try to please you.
But then it hits me like a wall
that I don't even have to.

Sometimes I wonder how you deal with me
not being your dream
a person being
but what you're asking is too much.
I can't complete the task.

You've set the bars too high
and then you wonder why
I cannot reach them.
Are you really that oblivious?
The things that you expect of me
are things that I cannot achieve.
I wish that you'd stop pushing me.
Stop time before I fall off the edge.

- Nikki Haug
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A Wish Upon a Star

Why do we wish upon a star,
for things like peace or a new sportscar?
Maybe it's something we want,
or maybe something we need.
Wishes are dreams we want to come true.
So I ask this question near and far,
why do we wish upon a star?

-Krystle Cranmer
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1,000 Words

1,000 words couldn't bring you back,
I know because I tried.
Neither could 1,000 tears,
I know because I cried.
You left behind a broken heart,
And some memories, too.
But I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

-Stephanie Campbell
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Father . . .

I never knew it could hurt so bad,
For a girl to lose her dad.
I never thought it would come to me,
I really do love you,
you just don't see.
I have just one question,
why don't you care?
What you've done to me
just isn't fair.

-Stephanie Campbell
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All My Life

All my life I was alone,
Couldn't call you on the phone.
You left me behind with my dad,
From then on my life was bad.
I cried and cried for you to come,
I cried so much
my eyes turned numb.
I wished for you everyday.
But all I could ever do was pray.

-Stephanie Campbell
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Lost Dreams

He could always teach me.
I would do my best.
Till my dream of being the best left.
Cause you weren't there to teach me anymore.
I might have been good, but I lost the dream
of being like you.
But if you were still around, I would play.
But now you seem gone, so my dream will
forever be
lost.

-Anonymous
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Do You Like Me?

I see you.
But you run away.
I say "hi" in the hallway.
But you don't say a thing.
I tap you on the shoulder.
But you don't look back at me.
Do you see?
Do you like me?
I want to know if you do.
Please tell me, 'cause I want to know.
I can't figure it out . . .
Do you like me???

-Anonymous
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Love=Rose

Love is like a rose, beautiful at first, but deadly.
For it can pick you and make you bleed.
Love will have pain as painful as torn.
Tears will come like blood.
Drip, drip.
Love is like a rose, beautiful but deadly.

-Anonymous
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Living Life Without You

Living life without you here,
Makes me want to drop a tear.
Thinking about it makes me cry,
Knowing I had to say goodbye.
It's hard to realize that you are gone,
It feels like we've been apart for so long.
You were there for fourteen years,
Walked me through my laughter and tears.
You were always by my side,
I looked up to you; you were my guide.
Through the years our chain grew strong,
But after a while things started to go wrong.
Our chain grew weak and broke apart,
And left me with a broken heart.

-Stephanie Campbell
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Whatever Makes You Happy

"Whatever makes you happy"
What makes me happy?
What makes me smile?
I don't know what happiness I have.
I am scared and alone.
What makes me happy?
Do my friends? Do they help me with my problems?
What makes me happy?

-Anonymous
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Nothing & Something (Profound Thought)

Union of all that is.
The known and unknown.
the life and life after.
Nothing is everything to me because nothing is something.
And a bunch of something is everything after all.

And yet, everything seems like nothing at all unless you can feel and believe in that everything.
Otherwise it's just nothing at all.
And that is that-
Or perhaps it isn't.
For nothing is ever over-
it's a cycle of transition is all-
nothing ever ends.

Therefore I hate that word.
Even death - which we think is the end
is probably a transition, too.
I couldn't imagine just . . . ending.
Seeing, hearing, feeling, knowing . . . nothing at all.
It is simply unimaginable
for we haven't experienced anything like it before

unless you are blind or deaf -
then you know a little of nothing.
But then again, as I said before -
nothing is something.

-Nikki Haug
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My Life . . .

My father was a teenager
My mother was as well
And they were happy together
And decided to put me in their shell
She carried me for 9 months
And I took her breath away
But after all the tiring days
Was a beautiful baby ... me
From infant months to toddler years
Was the learning and the fears
Then toddler to my teenage years
Brought some happiness and tears
My baby brother came to my life
But my mother went away
I cried for days just missing her
And wishing she would have stayed
Two years later God had taken 2 girls very close to me
This crushed me even harder and I thought ...
Maybe my life wasn'nt meant to be lived happily
Growing up with two men
I have to say was rough
Then bringing in some women
That just was enough
The chain between my dad and I
It slowly broke apart
And I was left with nothing to do but to cry and wonder why
Even though we are not as close as we used to be
I will always be there for him and he will be there for me!

-Stephanie Campbell
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Determined Friendship

Why do you have to lie like that?
Is our friendship like some old hat?
You think you can just throw me away?
Even though I am crying to let you stay?
The way you're acting is so strange
What's happening? Why this change?
I liked the old you 10 times better
Who would smile even in bad weather.
Please tell me why you're acting this way.
You think I'll just sit and say okay?
Well, think again, you little fool!
Don't go thinking you're so cool!
'Cause I am going to be here whether you like it or not!
Because unlike you - to me this friendship means a whole lot!

-Kathryn Perez
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Happy Birthday

A happy day.
All I want are two words
"Happy Birthday."
But you didn't say anything.
So here I sit wanting for the phone to ring,
for you to say . . .
Happy birthday.
I want to hear it from you.
I want my dad to say it,
Instead of leaving me to cry on my day.
Everyone else did, can you?
"Happy Birthday"
Can u say it?
It isn't hard to say, please just say it!
"Happy Birthday."

-Anonymous
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On My Knees

I get on my knees and cry.
You went and left.
For I have lost another man in my life.
The tears will never stop
As you lay in your death bed.
I don't want this to happen.
But if it must, I will never forget you.
I will never forget the smile you put on my face.
This smile will never leave.
I will cry with a smile
As I get off my knees and say goodbye.

-Anonymous
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Words That Bite (Now is Too Late)

A bitter lie-
a cold hard slap -
reality is settling in.
I wonder why
I wonder how
I said those things to you.

I have no doubt that you will loathe me
after all that I have done.
And honestly I cannot blame you
for I was very foolish.

Looking back I realize that you were not the villain -
the villian was only who I made you out to be -
thinking back about before
remorse is settling in.

And now I want to tell you that I'm sorry.
I could not tell it to your face back then,
and now I regret that.
Now it is too late.

I could've apologized.
I know you would've forgiven me.
And I pray each night before I sleep
that you could hear the words I whispered
staing up in front of the crowd.
I spoke for you that day
the words you couldn't say,
or just wouldn't say
because you didn't feel like . . .
there was anyone to turn to.
You could've turned to me
I would've listened,
And I would be forgiven now.

But now it is too late.

-Nikki Haug
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Fake a Smile

I try to laugh, but it hurts.
It's hard to even giggle.
I can't smile, so I fake one.
Why should I be happy when you are in pain?
My face is wet with tears.
But no one will ever know
As I fake another smile.
I hide the pain as you are dying,
So this fake smile will have to do.

-Anonymous
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Breaking Up

I want to date, but I can't.
When we kissed, it felt so good.
But I felt empty inside.
I feel like a bottomless pit.
You said I've changed.
True, I have, but I can't do
What you want me to do.
I am forced to save myself.
A voice in my head says "run!"
So I must run far from you and far from here.
Before I make a big mistake.

-Anonymous
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Why Me?

They ask me for advice.
They trouble me with their problems.
They tell me everything, and I don't know what to say.
They are tearing me apart!
I can't deal with it anymore - someone please help me!
Why me? Someone please help me!
Why me?

-Anonymous
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Suffer

You left me with no choice.
You made a friend get hurt.
I feel her pain.
You must suffer for this sin.
So I will leave.
I feel your pain, too, so feel my suffering and yours.

-Anonymous
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Crying on the Inside

I may look happy.
I may look like I haven't cried.
But on the inside, I am bawling out tears.
I am hurt.
I am sad.
As I wear my black clothes.
I will not be happy for a while as I cry on the inside.

-Anonymous
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Find

I must find what it is I seek
not sure what it is
but it's waiting for me.
As I stand here in the pouring rain
it sleeps eternally
only to awaken with the sound of your voice.
It knows me by name
and dwells within the heart of my sins.
Though I do not know it
nor its intentions.
If it wants me to prosper or leave me to die, I do not know.
I can only guess
but I don't want to risk it.
For I cannot take a risk.
It cannot be afforded.
Even though the interrupting voices in my head urge me on.
But a risk to take, a heart to break is too much.
So I must forsake you, my dear.
I hope someday I find it,
And solve this never-ending riddle,
but until I do, I must find strength.

-Nikki Haug
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A Poem for the Halloween Spirit

I remember that night as if it were yesterday,
I, Freppy and my brother Peppy Jay,
Were laying in the hay,
Pretending it was May.

When we heard two voices coming our way,
We should have run away,
We know this today,
But we were children that day,
And we wanted to stay.

Peppy and I crawled a little close for we pumpkins don't have good sight,
Our hearts stopped in pure fright,
For there across the fence were five animals in the light,
Laughing and giggling while they smashed our cousin, Heppy Might.

We couldn't believe what we saw that day,
We felt as surprised as a baby bear with no paw, born on the freeway,
When they turned our way,
With a glee filled haze,
We jumped up and ran away.

-Stephanie Rojas
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