--updated 09/26/06
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“Sink” Norman D. My past in one ear My future in the other Parked at the state-line of my childhood; Eyes fixed on my rearview, Yearning for on more year. My world was a back porch I lived naked as I had come. New New was the world to me; Dangling on the edge of the plateau, I yearn for one more year. So much beauty, and so much horror The chaos and the carnage The smiles and the cries; These tearful words have been wept before. It’s all too much! I want to live a lie… But I know all to well That to call that living,  Would be the greatest lie of all. I stagger with this ball and chain, Yearning for one more year. I possess the world. And she possesses me. It’s time to take a step, A step without feet. I feel as if my heart in going to Cave within my chest; Overwhelmed with beauty, She beckons to me. My eyes close. The yearning has ceased. If sink I must,  Than sink I will.  “Do not go gentle into that good night/ Rage, rage against the dying of the light,” He whispered in my ear. I’m parked at the state-line of life; Sink.

 

Mood Colors by Maggie S., posted 01/26/06 Sometimes things go wrong and you wonder if things will stay the same You lost hope, you lost faith You lost your sensitivity, you lost your love for others Your heart has grown ice cold colder than below degree celcius Can this be true, can this be us it's not possible, but it is. The ones who are most caring are the ones who need help that's not true Everyone needs help Our mouth runs more than an onion can run sweet water. Look deep inside yourself do what your heart says, do what's right and you'll go far. The problem is our minds run like snails But our reaction runs faster than a race car could ever go. We're sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and rotten. We're all colors--just choose the right one.

 

There are those who feel pain and those Who are in pain? But whichever it is they're all the same. Sometimes the best way to deal with  Pain is to talk to someone. Troubled Mind by Maggie S., posted 12/14/05 I am in here wondering what it's like What is it like to be someone else? How would I feel? What would I see? Would it be the most horrible dream? Or would it flow like sea What's in it for me? What's in it for all of us? My life is horrible My life is depressing The wind of the seas hits my face Like the sharp blades of a razor My feet run like a car My voice pounding like a drum I'm sweating like the drops of rain Wake me up I'm in a nightmare I'm awake.

Bring Back Hope by Maggie S., posted 12/15/05 Bring back hope Who should have hopes? I mean when you have hopes they always go down They say on thing, they do the other Just when you’re excited Your face makes a frown They call you stupid, dumb Any names they can think of Just to put you down You hear many mean things Then you start to think it’s true All the sayings get to you You feel hopeless worthless You can only see what you year It shouldn’t be that way Put your frown upside down Be happy not sad Try to show who you truly are every day And say to yourself things won’t be bad Not any, not anymore Open up your heart Let the peace fly in And get rid of the dark And let a new world begin.

 

The Eyes of the Tear One by Maggy S., posted 12/02/05 The eyes of the tear one her heart is full of sorrow and depression. Locked within herself With nowhere to go. Life is commanding and full of denial. lost in a sacred heart Every day her cheeks were full of raindrops. Every day she feels worthless as if she were a wall with nowhere to go. I wish I was never born she would murmur. I wish everything was gone. Life itself is hard, maybe not prepared for the real world. Sorrows and tears. Heart would bleed. Pain is too hard. The thought of destruction, loneliness all to itself. My heart is pierced like someone being murdered. Can’t anyone hear me cry? Can’t anyone see I’m dying? Can’t anyone see what is truly going on? With a second gone every heartbeat I cry and cry, calling out for peace. I want to be peaceful. “I see!” I see a light! Now I have peace. Now that I’m gone. My eyes of the tear one.

 

POR QUIEN MERECE AMORE --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 Te molesta mi amor, mi amor de juventud, y mi amor es un arte en virtud. Te molesta me amor, Mi amor sin antifaz, Y mi amor es un arte De paz. Mi amore es me prenda encantada, Es mi extensa morada, Es me espacio sin fin. Mi amor no es amor de mercado, Porque un amor sangrado No es amor de lucrar. Mi amor es todo cuanto tengo; Si lo niego o lo vendo, para que respirar? Te molesta mi amor, Mi amor de humanidad. Y mi amor es un arte En su edad Te molesta mi amor, Mi amor de surtidor Y mi amor es un arte En su edad. Te molesta me amor, Mi amor de surtidor Y mi amor es un arte Mayor. Mi amor no es amor de uno solo, Sino alma de todo Lo que urge asanar. Mi amor, el mas enamorado, El del mas olvidado Es un antiguo dolor. Mi amore abre pecho a la muerte Y despena su suerte Por un tiempo mejor. Mi amor, este amor aguerrido, Es un sol encendido, Por quien merece amor.

FOR WHOM DESERVES LOVE --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 It bothers my love to you, my love of youth, and my love is an art in virtue. It bothers my love to you, My love without mask, And my love is a peace art My love is my enchanted article, It is my extensive dwelling, It is my endless space. My love is not market love, Because a bled love Is not love to obtain. My love is all whatever I have; If I deny or vend it, What to breathe for? It bothers my love to you, My love of humanity. And my love is an art In its age My love of jet And my love is a greater art. My love is not love of one single one, But soul of everything. What is urgent to Heal. My love, but enamored, The one of but forgotten Is an old pain. My love better opens to chest to the death and hurl its luck For a better time. My love, this seasoned love, It is an ignited sun, By whom deserves love.

 

VAMOS A ANDAR --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 Vamos a andar En verso y vida tinto Lavantando el recinto Del pan y la amistad, Vamos a andar Matando el egoismo Para que por lo mismo Reviva la amistad Vamos a andar Hundiendo al poderoso Alzando al perezoso Sumando a los demas, Vamos a andar Con todas las banderas Trenzadas de manera Que no haya soledad, Que no haya soledad, Que no haya soledad, Vamos a andar En verso y vida tinto Para llegar Levantando el recinto. Vamos a andar Del pan y la verdad Para llegar Matando el egoismo Para que por lo mismo... Reviva la amistad.

WE ARE GOING TO WALK --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 We are going to walk In verse and red life Raising to the enclosure Of the bread and the friendship, We are going to walk Killing the egoism So that by the same friendship revives We are going to walk Sinking to the powerful one Raising to the sluggish one Adding to the others, We are going to walk With all the braided flags so that there is not solitude, That there is not solitude, That there is not solitude, We are going to walk In verse and red life to arrive Raising the enclosure. Of the bread and the truth To arrive Killing the egoism So that by the same... Friendship revives.

 

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YO NO TE PIDO --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 Yo no te pido Que me bajes una estrella azul, Solo te pido Que mi espacio llenes con tu luz. Yo no te pido Que me firmes pies papeles grises para amar, Solo te pido Que tu quieras las palomas que suelo mirar. De lo pasado, no lo voy a negar, El futuro algun dia Ilegara; Y, en el presente, que me importa la gente Si es que siempre van a hablar. Sigue llenando Este minuto de razones para respirar; No me complazcas, No te niegues, no hables por hablar. Yo no te pido que me bajes una estrella azul, solo te pido que mi espacio llenes con tu luz.

I DO  NOT REQUEST TO YOU --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 I do not request to you That you lower a blue star to me, I just request you, That my space you fill with your light. I do not request That you sign me ten gray papers to love, Single I request to you That you the doves that I used to watch. Of the past, I am not to deny it, The future some day will arrived; And in the present, why should it concern people to me? If it is that they are awalys going to speak. Please, continue filling this munite of reasons to breathe; You do not try to please me, You do not refuse me, You do not speak to speak. I do not request to you That you lower a blue star for me, Single I request to you That my space you fill with your light.

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COMO VIVO SIN MI FANTASIA? --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 Que hago para vivir sin esta fantasia; Que aunque para ti olvidada, O quizas nunca sentida En mi memoria no se vana. Como te aparto de mi Como saco de mi mente Esa mirada profunda Esa mirada sincera, tentadora... Con mis ojos cerrados, Veo los tuyos Que no son luceros Que alumbran la madrugada, Pero si me miran, Siento que me tocas con tus manos. Tus manos no son hermosas, No veo estil en tus dedos, Pero que humanos reposan Si se enredan el tus ojos. Tu cerebro, porque piensa Que es tu clave y motor, Va generando la fuerza Que me hace humana y mejor. Ojos, manos, carne y hueso Inanimados Que cobran vida y por eso, Quiero vivir a tu lado. Dime, que hago con este sueno, Regaste las flores marchitadas De mu jardin, hasta que se convertieron En rosas, tenian en mi fantasia un lugar, Cobraron vida tus palabras Aquellas canciones con las que Mo oido endulzaste Para despues, yo al descubrirme En un simple sueno, Que ademas no compartias, Desgarrar mi alma en pedazos.

HOW DO I LIVE WITHOUT MY FANTASY? --Anonymous, posted 09/22/05 What will I do to live without this fantasy...? That although forgotten by you, Or perhaps never felt within you In does not vain in my memories, If not part of my life still... How can I take you away from me, from my mind? That deep glance That sincere glance, temptress... With my closed eyes, I see yours... Which are not stars That illuminate the dawn, But if they look at me, I can feel you within my skin. Your hands are not beautiful, I do not see style in your fingers, But what human rests If in your eyes I'm entangled. Your brain, because it thinks That it your motor key, It is generating the force. That makes me feel more human, When on my daily dreams, I know they are not nightmares, Because I love them, Thank you. Eyes, hands, inanimate meat and bone That summon up life and for that reason, I want to live to your side. It tells me, that I do with this dream, You watered the dying flowers Of my garden, until they became roses, they had in my fantasy a place, they had live... Your words summoned up life Those songs with which  My ears you sweetened For later, I discovered myself, In a simple dream... That in addition you did not share To tear my soul in pieces. Thank you, again... for making a bit of my life, The most beautiful part of it so far; A fantasy, a paradise, a slow song, That only I hear in my dreams, And wake up trembling with the sound of  your voice, Even if they say you don't exist, I know you are there, You can hear, please guide me I lived in this fantasy, Please make it true, But only if you dreamed it, If you had faith, As I did...

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