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Losing myself in my thoughts

dreading the day to come...

Created on 2003-09-10 09:13:34 (#1316370), last updated 2007-07-12

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Name:	..: Indulging in the sweetness of dreams :..
Birthdate:	10-21
Location:	Dearborn, Michigan, United States
Website:	my poems

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♡Kiss♡--
Point your lashes down, and you can picture my face--
i'm smiling... :o)
Open your mouth, speak with your heart, and you can see my soul--
i'm waiting...
Place your arms around my waist, and you can embrace my uncertainty--
i'm shaking...
Press your lips against mine, and try to catch me--
i'm f.a.l.l.i.n.g...

♥ simple things is wat my h♡art b.e.a.t.s for ♥

*~Y gUrLz LiKe GuYz~*
★They alwayz wear your favorite cologne(which happens to be the one that you bought them for their birthday)★
☆The way they run their fingers through your hair☆
★That look they give you that makes you just want to die right then and there★
☆The way they kiss away your tears☆
★The way they get mad when they can't make your problem go away★
☆The way they show off in front of their friends, even though you know you would love him if he missed a basket or two☆
★The way they make it their personal mission to ensure that you are never cold★
☆That confused look they get on their faces when you are mad at them-guarenteed to make your heart melt and anger fade away☆
★The way they alwayz let you win any game you play together★
☆...And when you point this out to them they pretend not to know what you're talking about☆
★That smile they flash that can make you stomache drop to your feet ★
☆The way the call to apologize after you had a big fight☆
★The way they touch and hold you so gently, as if they are afraid they will break you★
☆The way they say, "I Love You"☆
★They way they would die before saying, "I Love You," in front of their friends★
☆The way they kiss you☆
★The way they kiss you after making up from a fight★
☆The way they hold you when you are crying☆
★The way they think they are your big protector★
☆The way they say, "I Miss You," even though they hate to admit it☆
★The way you miss everything about them when they are gone★
☆The way they comfort you when you have had a bad day☆
★The way the write you love letters even if they think it's "uncool"★
☆Regardless of whether you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once they enter you life, whatever you were to the world, they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without even speaking, you know that your own life is consumed by their love. We love them for a million reasons; it is a thing, and indescribable feeling.☆

tOp rEaSoNs tO dAtE a dAnCeR
♪1. we've mastered 5 positions♪
♪2. we have perfect hip rotation♪
♪3. we have a lot of rythm♪
♪4. we're used to performing in a minimal amount of clothing♪
♪5. panties dont get in the way♪
♪6. we've done it in front of mirrors♪
♪7. one word...f~l~e~x~i~b~i~l~i~t~y♪
♪8. feet behind head♪
♪9. the harder the better♪
♪10. we do it on the floor♪
♪11. spreading our legs is a must♪
♪12. we learn whatever u throw our way very fast♪
♪13. when we're done, were screaming and sweaty♪
^jacked from my fellow whore child lauren^

.:FiNgEr PaInTs & CrAyOnS:.
With chalk in hand she wrote her name across a board once bare
And then she sat behind her desk without a single care
And for fifteen minutes, she did not make a sound
Until the final student, had finally settled down
Then she stood before them, and told them all her name
And then politely asked, each student to do the same
Then without hesitation, she took papers from a sack
And placed them in two piles, one white, the other black
And deliberately quite slowly, with a slight mischievous smile
She began handing out the papers, up and down each aisle
And once each student had a piece; she continued within their sights
To gather two piles of crayons, one black, the other white
And then she took a painting, from behind her walnut desk
Then placed a painter’s smock, overtop her navy dress
And to no one in particular, she spoke in peaceful tones
“I’ve been working on this painting, for years in my own home.”
She stood staring at the paint, its brilliant colors mixed as one
Upon a vast horizon, the presence of a sun
It indeed was not a Rembrandt, Picasso, or Michelangelo to say the least
But it nonetheless was beautiful; its presence spoke of peace
And no doubt that lovely painting, had taken so much time
For every color known to man, seemed to intertwine
And so it came with wonder, what they witnessed with surprise
The act that took them all off guard, done right before their eyes
With finger paints now gathered, and opened on her desk
She smeared the colors upon her hands, in an entangled awful mess
And then as though she’d lost her mind, she smeared her hands across
The painting once so beautiful… now a total loss
It did not make a bit of sense, they did not understand
As they sat and watched their teacher, wipe the paints from off her hands
And then she took the crayons, and went up and down the rows
And handed to each student, the colors that she chose
“Now,” she told her students, “I want you to create
A picture filled with beauty, devoid of any hate.”
Mouths dropped open widely; mumbles filled the room
And students looked to one another, as unasked questions seemed to loom
For the students with white paper, were given crayons the same shade
And the students with black crayons, had been given a raven-colored page
And how could one create splendor, with no colors to mix and match
The students were quite certain, their teacher had left our most the facts
“Teacher,” a student’s voice was heard, “I’m not so sure I can”
Staring at the white crayon, and white paper in her hand
Silence overtook the room; it eerily crept about
Causing the teacher’s gentle voice, to erupt into a shout
“You each share the same problem, you each possess the power to resolve
But only the students with open minds, will have the ability to solve.”
Minutes ticked away, class was nearing to an end
And not one single student, knew quite how to begin
And when the bell rang out, and they hurried to their feet
Their teacher told them commandingly, to return back to their seat
“Before you leave this classroom, I think you each should know
For this assignment you receive a failing grade, for you have no work to show
And tomorrow and the next day, your assignment will shall be the same
And to those who fail my class, will have only themselves to blame.”
The next day and the following, students weren’t quite sure what to do
Until at last, a solution, began to surface through
When one student with his crayon, and paper both in black
Turned ot the student behind him and asked, “May I borrow that?”
The student hesitated, but then gave up his crayon made of white
And ultimately the assignment, no longer seemed a plight
For students all throughout the class, switched crayons up and down the aisles
And certain that they’d found the solution, their faces lit with smiles
And just as every student began to draw, across and empty page
The teacher whom they’d all began, to see as certainly quite strange
Collected all the pages and crayons, without a single mark
And then spoke aloud, “Thank you, for bringing hope into my heart
You see, I wanted you to realize, that in order to create
A picture filled with beauty, devoid of any hate
You needed first to recognize, that a problem did exist
And that a practical solution, could be found within your midst
And that racism is a problem, each of us must face
Working all as one, before it’s much too late
And with open eyes and open hearts, we must see the person, not the color of their skin
And come to the understanding, that racism has to end
For together we are family, we cry tears, we all feel pain
And though we may not look the part, that’s exactly what we do
For crayons are just colors, that’s all our skin is, too.”
Students looked about the room, a variety of colors on their skin
As the point she was trying to make, began to settle in
The looks upon their faces, readily explained
That they each were trying to contemplate: that indeed they were the same
A nervous shuffling of papers, and coughs throughout the room
Portraying the vital image, that fighting over crayons was a stupid thing to do
It was then each student realized, the purpose of crayons and papers the same shade
Was to prove they each needed the other color, to help fill their empty page
Silence seized the moment, as one student raised his open hand
And then spoke in hesitation, “I just don’t understand…
Why you took your painting, the one you seemed to enjoy so very much
Gathered up your finger paints, to destroy it in a touch.”
Sadness filled her face, as a tear trailed upon her cheek
And in slow and heartfelt words, she began to speak
“To show you each that colors can be beautiful, but they also can destroy
Everything we love and work for, everything we enjoy
And the destruction of something that I loved, was to make a point to you
That racism destroys the beauty in us all,
And that fighting over colors, is a destructive thing to do.”
--i did not write this poem, and am not taking credit for it--

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