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Anthem
So many times,
I have questions,
I need answers that,
Just don't appear...
But I hold on to who I am,
Even in the face,
Of all my fears...
And I get so tired,
So very weary in my soul,
But no matter what happens...
I choose...to not...let go...
To never, never let go!
This is my voice,
And I lift it up,
I sing so loud,
That it can't be stopped...!
This is my anthem,
This is my song,
And I will sing it,
Until my days are done...!
This is who...
Who I am...
And this is my...
Anthem...
So many times,
I have fallen,
Fallen so far,
Without quite hitting the ground...
But I don't get lost,
In the pain,
I refuse to drown...
And I get angry,
So very furious indeed,
It's what keeps me learning,
And keeps...me burning...
The fire that is me...!
This is my voice,
And I lift it up,
I sing so loud,
That it can't be stopped...!
This is my anthem,
This is my song,
And I will sing it,
Until my days are done...!
This is who...
Who I am...
And this is my...
Anthem...
This...
Is my voice...
(I lift it up...)
I...
Lift it up...
(I sing so loud...)
I...
Sing so loud...
That I can never be!
That I can never be!
That I can't be stopped!
This is my voice,
And I lift it up,
I sing so loud,
That it can't be stopped...!
This is my anthem,
This is my song,
And I will sing it,
Until my days are done...!
This is who...
This is who I am...
I am a rock,
That will always stand...
And this is my,
This is my,
This is my...!
My anthem...
jlp October 26, 2009
So many times,
I have questions,
I need answers that,
Just don't appear...
But I hold on to who I am,
Even in the face,
Of all my fears...
And I get so tired,
So very weary in my soul,
But no matter what happens...
I choose...to not...let go...
To never, never let go!
This is my voice,
And I lift it up,
I sing so loud,
That it can't be stopped...!
This is my anthem,
This is my song,
And I will sing it,
Until my days are done...!
This is who...
Who I am...
And this is my...
Anthem...
So many times,
I have fallen,
Fallen so far,
Without quite hitting the ground...
But I don't get lost,
In the pain,
I refuse to drown...
And I get angry,
So very furious indeed,
It's what keeps me learning,
And keeps...me burning...
The fire that is me...!
This is my voice,
And I lift it up,
I sing so loud,
That it can't be stopped...!
This is my anthem,
This is my song,
And I will sing it,
Until my days are done...!
This is who...
Who I am...
And this is my...
Anthem...
This...
Is my voice...
(I lift it up...)
I...
Lift it up...
(I sing so loud...)
I...
Sing so loud...
That I can never be!
That I can never be!
That I can't be stopped!
This is my voice,
And I lift it up,
I sing so loud,
That it can't be stopped...!
This is my anthem,
This is my song,
And I will sing it,
Until my days are done...!
This is who...
This is who I am...
I am a rock,
That will always stand...
And this is my,
This is my,
This is my...!
My anthem...
jlp October 26, 2009
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What a Poem Should Be
A poem should be new,
New as "spring" is not.
It should be incandescent and alive,
Spinning and mad as a Hatter.
It should be chalkboard dreams
And tea cup wishes that
Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray.
It should be an umbrella smile
With glittering jump rope arms.
It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words
Like decadence, luxurious, lucious.
It should roll and tumble
Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide
Foam whispering, breathing, breaking
Along a pebbled beach of words.
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Phenomenatrics
i. Boy meets girl.
{and it's not love but it isn't science either, it's cicada song alchemy at a summer storm epicentre. It's skirls of brittle-bright hummingbird laughter; it's midnight fairground phosphorescence and ether-flavoured ferris-wheel thrills.}
ii. He obviously worships her, and she's got it just as bad.
{and maybe that's true, but it's so much more than their condescending venus flytrap smiles will ever understand. It's solstice prayers by touch and unsanctioned bareskin baptisms in lakes of ink and glowflies.}
iii. It's like they can read each other's minds.
{it's not like that at all. She reads riptide chronicles in t
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Words
Words are only words.
Either truths or lies.
But when they were your words...
That's when they become more.
I used to cling to each letter for dear life.
Each word held new meaning.
It's like when you spoke they came to life.
They colored my world.
Brightened it up.
But you can't speak magic anymore.
Only hurtful truths and devastating lies.
Now words are truly only words.
There's no magical spark to await.
Why did you throw it away?
Why did you throw me away?
It's like it wasn't enough for you.
You always wanted more.
But you never got what you wanted.
Don't worry...I didn't either.
Letters that used to be held close to my
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Always heartfelt.