July 2nd

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Anonymous Armand M said...

Protector

You are gone from my life in a physical form
But I feel you holding me when there’s a raging storm
You help me make choices within my mind
You help me get whatever I need to find
I feel you watching and holding on
Please keep on protecting me even though you’re gone
But never Gone

July 3, 2008 11:06 AM
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Anonymous Anthony G. said...

How Would I Know?


My mommy I love and my daddy too,
They wash my clothes and teach how
to tie my shoes but there is one thing that has
Been on my mind since granny died
I haven’t been doing so fine. What is cancer how?
Would I know but that’s the thing that caused my
Granny to go.

Would the same thing happen to my mom and dad?
But I hope it doesn’t because it will make me sad.
How would I know at the tender age 45 my mommy would
Be practically eaten alive by a by a serious lung disease what
A surprise. Those death sticks she puffed for all those would later turn into
sorrowful tears. I wish I could go back and change this time so the way that
she died wouldn’t stay on my mind

Then all the red meats and soul food my father ate cause long meaningful debate. His girl wanted him to go to the hospital soon next thing I know his prostate swelled like a water balloon. It was cancer again knocking at my door but I stopped this gene at me so there would be no more.


BANG…….BANG

July 3, 2008 11:15 AM
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Anonymous slayton g. said...

Music


I love music it’s hard to explain
How my mind feels when music enters my brain
It’s insane
All the things music can achieve
I love it because it comforts me

By Slayton Goodman
July 2nd 2008

July 3, 2008 11:23 AM
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Anonymous jonathan_foley said...

DARKNESS
Deep in the jungle with nothing at all

NO light to see my way to safety

Cold and wet I feel dead


Laying down Breathless and darkness covers my face


Praying for the day I find the light.

July 3, 2008 11:26 AM
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Anonymous Jamil said...

Why we dream
why we dream of a certain thing
than realizing the thing we dream
of becomes our worst nightmare

why we have nightmares?
we have nightmares because we are
afraid of whats to come
we are afraid to face our fears
and when we are afraid of facing
our fears
we starts to run

why do we run?
we run because we feels that
that's the right thing to do
but really the wrong thing
the right thing to do is
face it

why should we face it?
we face it because we are
strong
brave
and intelligent people that should live up to whatever the cirumstances are
in than look back feeling proud
because you now turn your nightmare
back into a dream
dats why we dream!!!!

By Jamil Boldian

July 3, 2008 11:30 AM
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Anonymous Anthony G. said...

I Am


I speak therefore I think,
I think therefore I Am,

Being of existence I am a voice,
A voice in this world that should be heard,


Outspoken yet under spoken,
I have much to say but nothing to say at all.

July 3, 2008 11:31 AM
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Anonymous Anthony ponder said...

Author: Anthony Ponder
Date: July 2, 2008

“Look into my eyes”


With age comes wisdom….
So look into my eyes….
With every wrinkle in my face, another story lies…
I look at you… and I see myself….
But in an immature state of mind
See eager to enter the world
But, not knowing what the word Hides….

Beauty isn’t just skin deep
It is developed in the mind
Not knowing how truly beautiful you are until you see the ugly inside…
I’m confident in myself
And to you I ask why??
Why??
Why kill off your own race?
It’s just a form of Genocide

My brother I beg you look into my eyes
With every wrinkle in my face another story lies
DAMN IT!!!!!
YOUNG BRUTHA LOOK INTO MY EYES!!!!

July 3, 2008 11:33 AM
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Anonymous I Hate You- Kendrick Washington said...

I hate you
For not being able to see
The times when you
Asked me to tag along
I shrugged it off
I let you be
You chose your path
You lived your life
Instead of being free
You chose to fight
I hate you
For not taking a stand
Instead of doing all the drugs
You could of changed
Into a man
And realized that life is not a joke
You kidded your way
And even died with the smoke
And I’m glad that you choked
It didn’t matter to you
That’s why your spirit was broke
So much for thinking things through
I hate you
For not being a brother
Dishonoring your mother
And not being a father
And running away
From all you fears
God thanks for the courage
You soon will pay
No word clashing
As I try, not to shed a tear
I hate you
For being trapped underneath
In another’s person treasure
Your prize was defeat
And the prize you think you’ve won
Is not winnable
You sucked up all the joy
Ruined everyone’s fun
I hate you
For dying before you ever got a chance to know
Or watching me succeed,
Or maybe grow
Into what I have become
Why?
Because I have earned it
Unlike what you haven’t….
I hate you
For being a liar
Your legacy is gone
Being burned in the fire
And as I realize
I wouldn’t want to become PIECE of you
It’s finally over,
It’s finally through…..
I hate you
For not being able to see
The times when you
Asked me to tag along
I shrugged it off
I let you be
Your absence burned inside
That’s what was killing me
I hate you…

July 3, 2008 11:35 AM