The blueness of the sky.
The blueness interrupted by white cotton. Airplanes streaking through
The blueness of the sky. Birds gliding low in
The blueness.
The blueness lasts for miles and miles. How beautiful,
The blueness of the sky.
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The blackboard hangs empty.
No white writing.
No white eraser marks.
Only the white lines
of a wet sponge,
Leftover from the cleanup crew.
No historic figures,
No graphs,
Have been left
for others to see.
The empty room
longs for people to enter.
The chairs,
placed neatly under their desks,
On the floor,
Clean, With no signs
students emptied pretzel and Pringles packages.
The door is left open,
but passersby don't acknowledge
the presence of the empty room,
As it waits
to become full of life,
again.
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His bright blue eyes looked out at the crowd as he walked on stage.
I captured his face and smile in my head as if I would never see him again.
My eyes preciously listened to every delicate word he sang.
My heart became a drum beating to a faster and faster tempo as I looked at him.
It's been years, but feels like centuries since he's been in my life.
I didn't care no one else liked him,
I didn't care people laughed,
I didn't care I was one of the few.
I was proud to be one of the few who loved him because he held a special place in
my pitter-pattering heart.
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Love.
I can see it in his big, brown eyes,
reflecting back at me his sincerity.
His smile expands across his face,
reaching from ear to ear, trying to stretch to the back of his head.
His smile makes my heart stop a beat.
The flutter, flutter can be seen from miles away,
but does he see it? I can not be sure.
I dream of his touch, his caress, his soft voice.
Dream no more -
his hand brushes against my knee,
leaving me with one less breath of air.
My hand inches down my leg finding his soft, manly hands.
His long fingers encompass mine and I feel my heart allowing me to breath again.
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Standing on the sidewalk
he wondered why
frogs were falling from the sky.
His large umbrella sheltered him,
but still he wondered why.
Waiting for the bus,
he started to get angry.
Why would the sky be raining frogs?
Annoyed,
he carefully stepped over the frogs, just to get inside.
But wait.
Three feet from where he just stood, there were no frogs on the ground,
nor falling from the sky.
Up he looked,
to find a man
hanging out his window,
dumping buckets and buckets of frogs
onto the sidewalk.
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Love so strong, I don't know how to describe it.
Joy, excitement, happiness
do not even begin to draw a picture.
The feeling when we're together is pure bliss.
I feel you are a part of me,
and when you go, a piece of me leaves with you.
But when you leave, I see you in my dreams,
I imagine your sweet smell, picture your loving face.
I can only dream until I see you again,
feel your soft touch,
feel your sweet breath on my skin.
Being next to you, lying next to you
My heart is content,
I have need for nothing else.
Nothing but you, my love.
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The smell hits you
as you walk into the house.
My grandmother's big hug
is next to hit me.
She's prepared the house for the party
with streamers and balloons.
I see a big cake hidden in the other room.
The food in the stove is grandmother food -
Lasagna, zita, meatballs.
All Italian because we're a big Italian family.
The oven has filled the house,
With its warmth and smell.
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Her hair,
Reaching next door.
She didn't care,
She loved her hair.
Long and glowing,
Blowing in the wind.
She was trapped,
No place to go.
Her hands flew up.
Her captor,
glistening in silver
And green.
Bulging eyes,
Getting ready to
Chop off her hair.
The girl screamed,
As the scissors moved
Towards her head.
Quickly golden chucks,
Fell to the floor.
Terrified,
Her body trembled.
She awoke from her nightmare,
Her hair all in one golden piece.
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Love.
What does it mean?
A four letter word that can mean so much,
or so little.
How do you react when someone tells you this?
It sends shivers down my spine,
excitement beams from my body,
my eyes imply happiness, but fear is lurking in them as well.
Does he mean it? Is it a joke? How am I to know?
I sit in class daydreaming about what he was thinking as he told me.
The way he phrased it, does that change the meaning?
"Have I told you I love you today? Well, I do," he said.
My feelings have not organized themselves,
still scattered in my heart, in my brain.
Which one do I listen to in the end?
Still recovering from the shock of it all
My heart feels the same.
My heart wants to believe he really means it
with all of HIS heart.
But my mind thinks otherwise.
My mind knows he may not mean it
and my mind knows not to take things seriously,
or jump to conclusions.
Does my heart rule me, or does my mind?
I have no answers, for I know no answers to these questions.
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Looking at her,
stitches behind her ears,
Her bright pink body
now dulled by the years of dirt.
A baby's makeshift shirt she wears,
although it's starting to fray,
it covers her once soft body.
The button blue eyes
still in tact, but seem to want to fall off.
19 years old,
but she doesn't look less than 100.
Squeezed and cuddled so many times
her fur is matted down.
But, she's seen it all,
she's been there through think and thin.
She doesn't speak,
only listens, and what a good listener.
She sits in her favorite spot on my bed.
She's my first teddy bear.
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I look intensely,
into your beautiful eyes
for seconds,
before plunging into the brown ocean,
swimming deeper and deeper,
hoping to find it's secrets.
Odd how an ocean can show the love,
the caring,
the warmth,
of the world around it.
I'm in the past,
seeing you as a child.
I uncover your fears,
your hopes,
your dreams.
Swimming into your future,
it scares me.
I struggle,
try to breathe.
The water suffocates me.
I need air, I need air.
Faster and faster to the surface I swim,
feeling trapped.
Splash!
I've reached the surface.
I find myself looking into your brown eyes,
but quickly look the other way,
afraid of diving into your brown ocean again.
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I stare aimlessly at the glass,
placed on the table
by someone
at sometime
for some reason.
It sits there half full
Or is it really half empty?
What history has the glass seen?
The chips and marks
show the adventures it's lived through.
The dull color shows it's age.
How many mouths have touched that rim?
How many hands has the glass been passed through?
So many questions
Don't you wish the glass could talk?
And tell stories?
And adventures?
I sure do.
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The raindrop.
Crystal is the raindrop,
Falling softly to the ground. The raindrop
drips from the stormy sky. The raindrop
leaves an angry face on the children who can not play. The raindrop,
What is the point of the raindrop.
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He paddles
in a canoe,
across calm waters,
not wanting to jostle the baby
tightly held in her mother's arms.
The baby's eyes wander
from mother,
to tree,
to canoe,
to water,
to mother.
A breeze
caresses the baby's bare arms,
pushing her hair
around her head.
The canoe stops,
swaying slightly to
and fro.
The sun glistens
off the blue water,
ending where the tree shadows the canoe
and surrounding water.
Not a care in the world,
the baby drifts into dreamland,
in her mothers comforting arms.
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Why me?
Freshly fallen a day ago,
i am now in piles
on the ground.
Road dirt has been blended in me,
leaving me gray
with specs of black.
There's not much of me left,
now the sun's hot rays have melted me.
Why did i even fall
from the white clouded sky,
if i wasn't meant to stay?
Slowly, there's less and less of me,
soon i will be gone.
My time was short,
but children had their fun with me.
Those children now have to wait,
until the snow falls again.
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The rush.
The urgency.
Snippets of information,
pouring in from the dark, muffled voice
over the phone.
They lied,
No, she did.
Back and forth,
the argument lingers.
Clickety-clack.
Clickety-clack.
My fingers touch the keyboard
echoing in the closet-sized room.
The purr of the printer gets louder,
as the pages print out.
Everyone will know
of the situation that arose the night before.
The papers are picked up,
The papers are read.
And that's when the debate begins.
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Suddenly
the sun's curtain
was pulled shut.
In the sky,
only gray clouds.
The wind
picked up leaves,
twirling them in circles,
dropping them in a new home.
Children,
playing in the park,
run to the shelters of their houses.
Dogs bark,
for their owners to let them inside.
Streets are left empty,
as the first drop of moisture
falls from the sky.
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The glow in your eyes,
the touch of your hand,
Puts a smile on my face,
a warmth in my heart,
sends a tingle from head to toe.
I didn't think it was possible
to find someone like you.
Some who
cares so much,
listens so well,
has such a soft touch,
is so considerate,
makes me feel safe,
is more huggable then a teddy bear.
God must have spent more time on you,
for how could one person be all these things.
I miss you when you're not around,
but see you every time I close my eyes.
You're in my dreams,
you're in my thoughts,
you save me from my nightmares.
You're there when I need you,
when I want you.
We have something very special
I never want to end.
I need you in my life,
You make my life complete.
If you didn't already know it,
I care about you intensely.
Thank you for being you.
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Waiting.
Like a cat, I curl up on the couch.
The soft music gives mood to the
Dim lamp in the corner
throwing off a yellow ghostly light,
casting shadows over the dreary walls.
The smell of overheated leftovers lingers in the air.
Waiting.
Eyes closed,
chest moving up and down
to the sound of my breath.
Dreaming of him being here,
next to me,
are the only thoughts.
Dreaming of --
Sound interrupts my anticipation.
No more waiting.
Anxiously, my hand extends to the phone,
knowing it must be him.
I would have to wait no more.
He would be here in minutes,
to hold me,
to talk to me,
to be with me.
"Good evening," I said.
But it wasn't him to respond.
"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number."
I placed the phone back on the empty table
and continued to
Wait.
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White and soft as a pillow,
it fell from above,
lightly covering the green grass.
Birds fly south
and other animals run for cover.
The sun glistens off the new fallen snow,
as a child leaves footprints while running through it
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