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Judy

Sep 20, 2005, 9:10:04 PM by ~mcstash
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Free Verse

Why did you have to go?
Why couldn't you have stayed a little longer?
So long you cared for me!
You treated me like I was yours

You loved me. I loved you back
For near a decade you didn't see me
After all that time you still knew me
You said I made you proud
I love you, Judy

You took me out
You treated me well
King's and peas will always be something special!
I hate disease

In your last days you were so...
I loved seeing you
You loved seeing me
I wanted nothing more

I'll always miss you
I'll always love you
I guarantee, in some way, you'll be carried on

Thank you for loving me
I still love you
I miss you
I love you
Good bye

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Let your eyes get drowzy
Let their lids get heavy
Let your mind daydream
Let yourself yawn all you'd like
Let yourself doze for a bit, but come back soon

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Let your muscles ache from the day
Let your arms want a teddy
Let yourself desire the sheets
Let your hands rub your eyes and then feel them water

Drift for awhile.
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Like the cherished pink sunrise coming over the hill

And yet I still...

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Like wanting the magical waterfalls to stay still

And yet I still...

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Like the newly bird still feeding from his mother's bill

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Sigh. Lead me. How do I free it?
Stuck in a cell, it longs to be free
Trapped behind bars of anxiety

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What is the right tune to this nervous song?

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I say embrace the momentum
Do I sit, or do I live up to my philosophy?

Sigh

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Or live the beautiful possibility to its fullest...

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What Matters? I'm running from fears that are facing me
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Must it be tribulation?
Patience is a silent killer
... but here we are

It keeps me here; it keeps me long
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Expectation.
Must it be tribulation?
Patience is a silent killer
... but here we are

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Expectation.
Must it be tribulation?
Patience is a silent killer
... but here we are

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it's been awhile

Sep 21, 2006, 10:11:08 PM by ~mcstash
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Yes, it has been awhile.
Have no fear, it's not that I'm writing and refusing to let you read.
Really, I just haven't been writing.
I haven't had inspiration in awhile.
I don't like to force myself to write things like poetry.
Poetry should come from the heart; it should just flow.
For me to force it would be like lying.
I would feel like I'd have to apologize if I did something like that.
I hope to be writing soon.
I hope to be able to do some big things in the upcoming future.
I hope you don't give up on me.
God bless.

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~Kronk023 Aug 17, 2007

Hey, shut it!

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~mcstash Sep 8, 2007

SHUT. UP.

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~tranche-de-vie Feb 2, 2007

Hey, thanks for your comment.

^^

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~NinjaVsPirate Oct 26, 2006

Hell yaeh Flyleaf is awsome!!!!

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As the weight of the world falls upon me,
I worry not,
For my music will distract me from my untimely demise.

Evolution is my bitch.

~Kronk023 Sep 20, 2006

how ya doing buddy?

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~espressomyself Apr 26, 2006

um, write a new poem so that i may comment

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Chill Out

~mcstash Apr 27, 2006

ok, i'll try.

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We are half-hearted creatures fooling about with drink and sex and ambition, when infinite joy is offered us. Like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mudpies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea.