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suewitty
09:36 PM on February 07, 2009
Writting, writting that is what you do.
Sometimes I watch you.
The words you write, will not help in this case.
I can put volumes in your face.
To say I hate, would be a mistake, but not to judge and forgive, this I can't yet do.
I have seen the markings on the wall, I have a sword that could cut you small.
If I had my way you would be in a cage.
So write your stupid words that no one will care to read.
When you fall, I will be there to push you back down.
Sometimes I watch you.
The words you write, will not help in this case.
I can put volumes in your face.
To say I hate, would be a mistake, but not to judge and forgive, this I can't yet do.
I have seen the markings on the wall, I have a sword that could cut you small.
If I had my way you would be in a cage.
So write your stupid words that no one will care to read.
When you fall, I will be there to push you back down.
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suewitty
10:13 PM on February 07, 2009
Your hoping for a victory here, that will never be.
You did this, I will never forget.
If you think there is only me, your sadly mistaken.
Who are you, to me, nothing but a memory, I wish I could forget.
You smell so bad, even an onion will not be your friend.
If I see you on the street, you best move your feet.
You did this, I will never forget.
If you think there is only me, your sadly mistaken.
Who are you, to me, nothing but a memory, I wish I could forget.
You smell so bad, even an onion will not be your friend.
If I see you on the street, you best move your feet.
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suewitty
12:41 PM on February 08, 2009
When you were sick, I felt bad too.
The miles were so far away, I really wanted to vist you.
I said my prayers each and every day, that you would get better and not go away.
The time had come, I thought for me to say good bye, to my one true friend in this life.
God was good to me and to more so to you, because he decided to let me spend more time with you.
So now I thank him, that he did not take you away, and we will be together again to eat corn muffins some day.
The miles were so far away, I really wanted to vist you.
I said my prayers each and every day, that you would get better and not go away.
The time had come, I thought for me to say good bye, to my one true friend in this life.
God was good to me and to more so to you, because he decided to let me spend more time with you.
So now I thank him, that he did not take you away, and we will be together again to eat corn muffins some day.
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Mike
06:39 AM on February 09, 2009
There are only a few who know less about poetry and websites than I do, but I think you have done very well, in both regards..............and thank you.
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suewitty
04:00 PM on February 11, 2009
You took the words that came from my heart, made them like they came from you.
I feel cheated, even betrayed.
How could you do this, was my gift to you.
Find your own pen, find your own sword.
I feel cheated, even betrayed.
How could you do this, was my gift to you.
Find your own pen, find your own sword.
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suewitty
04:11 PM on February 11, 2009
The big words you use, to say you stand up for the abused, is so absurd.
What you don't get, maybe could you have saved her and in the process a small piece of you.
Now you stand back with your leaky pen, trying to justify what just can not be.
I want to scream in your face, and a small part of me is sad for you.
What you don't get, maybe could you have saved her and in the process a small piece of you.
Now you stand back with your leaky pen, trying to justify what just can not be.
I want to scream in your face, and a small part of me is sad for you.
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suewitty
04:23 PM on February 11, 2009
Spells are just words intertwined, like a lover writing a valentine.
When you stand at your cauldron, staring at the wall, I am there hovering over you.
A dash of this, as you stir your pot, the spells you cast will no longer help you.
Your magic is gone, fizzled out, like a candle sniffed in the night.
Pray to your gods, as I stand with mine. There is no help for you.
You will never dust off your soiled shoes.
Your broom rests against the chicken coop, where the hens used to roost. You have no place to fly, you have lead a life full of lies.
When you stand at your cauldron, staring at the wall, I am there hovering over you.
A dash of this, as you stir your pot, the spells you cast will no longer help you.
Your magic is gone, fizzled out, like a candle sniffed in the night.
Pray to your gods, as I stand with mine. There is no help for you.
You will never dust off your soiled shoes.
Your broom rests against the chicken coop, where the hens used to roost. You have no place to fly, you have lead a life full of lies.
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Dot
07:22 PM on February 11, 2009
Beautiful poetry; real, honest and sincere.
I'm happy you shared this site with me.
I'm happy you shared this site with me.
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suewitty
02:24 PM on February 15, 2009
He is dead to me,
Lost in the sea of tranquility.
A brothers love will no longer be.
He has loved and lost too,
But, his mind is feeble, as he follows another's lead,
Even thought his heart continues to bleed.
He will never come through to the other side,
for in his past his has much to hide.
She is the one he gave up everything for.
He sits by her, but very close to the door.
He has no escape, no place to run.
This is the burden he will never overcome.
I say this to you, as painful as it may be,
please do not think I say this to spite thee.
Say prayers, life the best life,
There is some hope, small as it maybe.
Lost in the sea of tranquility.
A brothers love will no longer be.
He has loved and lost too,
But, his mind is feeble, as he follows another's lead,
Even thought his heart continues to bleed.
He will never come through to the other side,
for in his past his has much to hide.
She is the one he gave up everything for.
He sits by her, but very close to the door.
He has no escape, no place to run.
This is the burden he will never overcome.
I say this to you, as painful as it may be,
please do not think I say this to spite thee.
Say prayers, life the best life,
There is some hope, small as it maybe.
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suewitty
08:28 PM on February 15, 2009
This is my obsession, writings on this wall.
some because they are curios, they did not know I could hold a pen at all.
I have been writing for a very long time,
It was a piece of me, that I wasn't ready to show.
Something stuck me, it was worse than a blow.
Words poured out to comfort, and they helped me too.
I grieved, I bleed, I am not here to deceive.
This is my wall, my place,
If you don't like it, you can click on another space.
For those that stay even for a few moments,
Thank you for being curious about what I have to say.
some because they are curios, they did not know I could hold a pen at all.
I have been writing for a very long time,
It was a piece of me, that I wasn't ready to show.
Something stuck me, it was worse than a blow.
Words poured out to comfort, and they helped me too.
I grieved, I bleed, I am not here to deceive.
This is my wall, my place,
If you don't like it, you can click on another space.
For those that stay even for a few moments,
Thank you for being curious about what I have to say.
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suewitty
08:35 PM on February 15, 2009
My friend, my friend,
you are a blessing, that never ends.
We laugh, we share, we have even said we care.
The beast may try to rise his ugly head,
A prayer wall of defense will not let him in.
Do not fear, for god has very good ears.
you are a blessing, that never ends.
We laugh, we share, we have even said we care.
The beast may try to rise his ugly head,
A prayer wall of defense will not let him in.
Do not fear, for god has very good ears.
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suewitty
09:45 AM on February 17, 2009
If I could do magic I would turn you into a balloon,
I would bounce your head on the ceiling, maybe you would scream.
I would take you down the hall and watch your so called friends point at you.
Up the elevator we would go, as you bobbled to and fro.
By then there would be some tears in your eyes as you attempt to apologize.
We would go out on the deck, where the wind would start sweeping you yet, there you would sob, you didn't mean to be so cruel.
There I would let you go, and most of my anger toward you, then you would float away I would watch until you were just a small dot to view.
I would bounce your head on the ceiling, maybe you would scream.
I would take you down the hall and watch your so called friends point at you.
Up the elevator we would go, as you bobbled to and fro.
By then there would be some tears in your eyes as you attempt to apologize.
We would go out on the deck, where the wind would start sweeping you yet, there you would sob, you didn't mean to be so cruel.
There I would let you go, and most of my anger toward you, then you would float away I would watch until you were just a small dot to view.
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suewitty
08:58 PM on February 17, 2009
She knits; a small smile crosses her lips.
As the needlework their magic,
twisting and turning the fabric,
a Celtic knot appears.
Her fingers weaving what the lamb had grown.
Working the pattern of the stones.
Hearing limericks of long ago,
The intricate designs are all she knows.
Drought had made her family leave.
She will live her days,
in the land where the pipes never play.
As the needlework their magic,
twisting and turning the fabric,
a Celtic knot appears.
Her fingers weaving what the lamb had grown.
Working the pattern of the stones.
Hearing limericks of long ago,
The intricate designs are all she knows.
Drought had made her family leave.
She will live her days,
in the land where the pipes never play.
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suewitty
10:53 PM on February 20, 2009
There are three simple words that every one uses.
But how do you live your life.
Are you a lover, are you a wife. are you playing games?
What do you do to prove your worth here on this earth?
Are you to busy to show that you care, have you ever learned to share?
Look from within that is where the answer lies, the reflection in the mirror can often tell lies.
But how do you live your life.
Are you a lover, are you a wife. are you playing games?
What do you do to prove your worth here on this earth?
Are you to busy to show that you care, have you ever learned to share?
Look from within that is where the answer lies, the reflection in the mirror can often tell lies.
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suewitty
07:40 PM on February 25, 2009
Original thoughts, it is harder to write without any.
Typos, spy sweep, updates, keep popping up on this little screen.
This should be so neat, but nothing unique comes out of my head.
I think I should write about that, but instead I create this.
Typos, spy sweep, updates, keep popping up on this little screen.
This should be so neat, but nothing unique comes out of my head.
I think I should write about that, but instead I create this.
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suewitty
11:06 AM on March 07, 2009
Where were you when I was small?
You turned your head and looked the other way.
Still you gaze in that same direction, but now you feel a bit ashamed.
The clock on the wall ticks slower for you, as the days drag slowly by.
Your heart and your soul weigh heavy with grief, but you still choose ignore the truth.
You can still walk forward with your head held high, if only you would try.
Why do strangers band together for me, why does my own family continue to leave.
Some say you are a disgrace, and want nothing more to do with you but the chance to spit in your face.
There is time yet still for you to walk this earth without the burden you carry.
Open up let it out even if they only way to do it is to shout.
My words are not free, some come with a cost, or a penalty.
The truth of what I say may cause some pain along the way.
I do not write to seek glory or fame.
The pen is my weapon of truth, as I see it to be.
There is a place for only you in my heart,
as small as it may sometimes be.
You turned your head and looked the other way.
Still you gaze in that same direction, but now you feel a bit ashamed.
The clock on the wall ticks slower for you, as the days drag slowly by.
Your heart and your soul weigh heavy with grief, but you still choose ignore the truth.
You can still walk forward with your head held high, if only you would try.
Why do strangers band together for me, why does my own family continue to leave.
Some say you are a disgrace, and want nothing more to do with you but the chance to spit in your face.
There is time yet still for you to walk this earth without the burden you carry.
Open up let it out even if they only way to do it is to shout.
My words are not free, some come with a cost, or a penalty.
The truth of what I say may cause some pain along the way.
I do not write to seek glory or fame.
The pen is my weapon of truth, as I see it to be.
There is a place for only you in my heart,
as small as it may sometimes be.
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suewitty
12:04 PM on March 15, 2009
You're going to let this happen,
You persist to look the other way?
They have battled, they have cried,
All you do is stand in the corner and hide.
Your voice is your song; you can echo what I used to feel,
Yet they continue to hear nothing from you.
How many times must you be asked to stand out,
take the first steps and shout it out.
A gentle nudge has been moved in your direction,
now a shove to push you.
Once you have spoken out, it can't be undone,
maybe that is why you keep your lips glued.
Say it, say it, I say.
Then you can continue to look the other way.
Tears streaming down like rain falling from the sky,
Heavens doors seems the only place you can fly,
You are here, there is pain and heartache.
Everyday will not always be this way.
This is where you need to be,
paradise can wait.
God will send someone to you,
You must ask, your soul will know to appreciate, to embrace.
A friend they will be true and blue,
It will be as they have always been by your side,
Helping you up the steep hills of life.
You persist to look the other way?
They have battled, they have cried,
All you do is stand in the corner and hide.
Your voice is your song; you can echo what I used to feel,
Yet they continue to hear nothing from you.
How many times must you be asked to stand out,
take the first steps and shout it out.
A gentle nudge has been moved in your direction,
now a shove to push you.
Once you have spoken out, it can't be undone,
maybe that is why you keep your lips glued.
Say it, say it, I say.
Then you can continue to look the other way.
Tears streaming down like rain falling from the sky,
Heavens doors seems the only place you can fly,
You are here, there is pain and heartache.
Everyday will not always be this way.
This is where you need to be,
paradise can wait.
God will send someone to you,
You must ask, your soul will know to appreciate, to embrace.
A friend they will be true and blue,
It will be as they have always been by your side,
Helping you up the steep hills of life.
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suewitty
08:40 AM on March 23, 2009
He huddles in the corner, he feels so alone,
his is face drowned in tears and despair.
Teddy is smiling at him, he reaches out to his only friend,
as the sun rises and starts to light the sky.
He hears footsteps getting closer to the door,
He squeezes Ted, but he does not complain.
A hand reaches into the room, as he holds his breath.
?Hi, sweet pea.? his mommy says.
his is face drowned in tears and despair.
Teddy is smiling at him, he reaches out to his only friend,
as the sun rises and starts to light the sky.
He hears footsteps getting closer to the door,
He squeezes Ted, but he does not complain.
A hand reaches into the room, as he holds his breath.
?Hi, sweet pea.? his mommy says.
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suewitty
10:44 AM on March 28, 2009
Today I walked,
where her little foot prints used to be.
The soft breeze carried the foul odor,
she could not escape.
She is gone now,
it hurts to the bone.
The evil is still there,
I could feel it when I reached for the door.
The blow nearly brought me to my knees.
The ugliness and greed,
more than that, is what makes my heart bleed.
The beasts that dwelled within,
look like any one you might see on the street.
They are like vile creatures,
that crawl from beneath this earth.
Try as she might to fit into the coven of her birth,
there was much goodness left in her.
They tried poison and prison,
nothing could trap her spirit.
where her little foot prints used to be.
The soft breeze carried the foul odor,
she could not escape.
She is gone now,
it hurts to the bone.
The evil is still there,
I could feel it when I reached for the door.
The blow nearly brought me to my knees.
The ugliness and greed,
more than that, is what makes my heart bleed.
The beasts that dwelled within,
look like any one you might see on the street.
They are like vile creatures,
that crawl from beneath this earth.
Try as she might to fit into the coven of her birth,
there was much goodness left in her.
They tried poison and prison,
nothing could trap her spirit.
