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    February 13

    Happy Valentine

    To ask you to be my Valentine
    I'd have to talk to you,
    Something that in all this time
    I've managed not to do.
    I'd have to get past "Hi!" somehow
    To show you that I care,
    But the right time is never now,
    Especially when you're there.

    It's as if a wall of fear,
    Transparent yet profound,
    Came hurtling up as you come near,
    Cutting off all sound.

    I fear I won't know what to say
    And strike you as a fool,
    Or you'll be glad to get away,
    Polite not to be cruel.

    Easier to dream than act,
    To hope than to find out,
    So fearful of the force of fact
    I wait in fear-filled doubt.

    But now the day of love has come,
    And I must cross its line,
    And so I ask you through this poem
    To be my Valentine.
    November 26

    love...

    ur the first thin i think of
    each mornin when i rise.
    ur the last thing i think of
    each night when i close my eyes.

    ur in each thought i have
    and every breath i take.
    my feelins r growin stronger
    with every move i make. 

    i want to prove i love you
    but thats the hardest part.
    so, im giving all i have to give
    to you... i give my heart

    August 28

    it hurts

    She whispered "will it hurt me"
    Of course not" answered he
    "It's a very simple process,
    You can rely on me."
    She said "I'm very frightened,
    I've not had this before.
    My friend has had it five times
    And said it can be sore."
    It was growing rather painful
    Tears formed in her eyes
    It was hurting quite a bit now
    It must have been a size.
    "Calm yourself" he whispered
    "His face filled with a grin
    "Try and open wider
    So I can get it in."
    "It's coming now" he whispered
    "I know" she cried in bliss
    Feeling it deep within her now
    She said "I am glad I'm having this."
    And with a final effort
    She gave a frightened shout
    He gripped it in anguish
    And quickly pulled it out.
    She lay back quite contended
    Sighed and gave a smile
    She said "I'm glad I came now
    You made it worth my while."
    Now if you read this carefully
    The dentist you will find
    Is not what you imagined
    It's just your dirty mind
    June 04

    Doll House

    A little girl found a dollhouse
    In a hidden room
    She loved to play dolls
    With this-Her love for it bloomed

    She saw a doll inside
    each room
    they all had something horrible
    that gave the girls a fright

    In the 1st room was the father It looked so much like hers
    but, he had a hole in his head
    it looked like murder had accrued

    In the 2nd room was the mother
    lying on the bed
    with bloody sheets and walls
    from the 50 knifes in her head

    In the 3rd room was a young girl
    look dead in her eyes
    she spoke to her in a smile
    and said "your turn to die"

    June 01

    BORED

    I am as bored as hell
    like a storyteller with no story to tell

    like a singer without voice
    like a matchmaker with no choice

    like a body without soul,
    like a sweater with a large hole

    like a punch without pain
    like a quote with out a message to gain

    like a rapper without rhyme
    like a clock without time

    like a broken heart with no one to patch it back
    like a kiss without a smack

    like a tv with out a remote
    like a student without notes

    if only there was something new,
    then i would have somthing to do