That's great. You really captured the emotion. I'm sorry to hear about your father, though. If you're anything like me, you know art of any kind is the best way to work through your feelings. I hope the piece that you did helped you. Good job, man.
Syren > Thanks for the compliment. Next is "Till death do us part".
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Thank you my dear, I wrote these a while ago, they're all being plucked from my Poetical Justice thread. I shall be writing brand new ones in that thread some time this weekend, as soon as the inspiration hits me I can feel the urge growing so I know it'll be a productive weekend. There's a certain someone who is fast becoming my muse, and I doubt he even realises
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Have you ever had a story you wanted to tell
bout how your life growing up was a living hell
Bout a mother and a father who hated each other
turned you against your own father and mother
you love them both but just cant choose
for thinking the other on you might lose
how bout a fist fight at night
in front of yo 5 year old son that aint right
he was in the other room you started to stay
but the yells echoes in his brain for days
and days living this lie for years
now becoming his father is something he fears
lovin a woman who loves him the same
just made him want to change his name
in school he had friends wanted to be like them
until one hoped in the bathroom to beat on him
and then he felt like crawlin in a crack
cause another shoved a fk'n pencil in his back
until it cracked and broke the whole lead off
when he talked back everyone wanted him to be soft
he grew big and fat but that didnt change
the bullies got bigger and stronger and strange
they wanted someone different to bully their prey was me
i joined a computer class so they would let me be
i had a new small group of friends who showed me how
to make the bullies fall back without hits or pows
without a fist to shove em but a hand to love em
show them there was a lord up above em
i left school went to work lived with my dad
but something inside me was feelin bad
my mom was at home all alone
see i had left her on her own
to take care of my g'parents who fussed and fought
more hell they gave her the more hell she bought
my dad and i got into a fight
about money troubles i said Yeah right
like im gonna pay all these bills
turned to live with mom and left the hills
my dad got sick and left the state
my whole heart fell like a heavyweight
he went to the hospital and all in this quake
seems my dad died of heart break
all this hate i had inside turned into sorrow
hey anyone got a tissue to borrow?
my life expreiences made me who i am today
and i wouldnt change em in anyway
i love who i am in this home without the range
and the guy you see will never change
i'll post my pics and chat in this forum
and wont be too boring to die of bordem
this is a poem not a freestyle of smack
and its about the history of a man named Justjakk
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Have I Ever
Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?
Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?
Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?
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A STUPID LIFE
isnt it funny,
when you think about life,
the things we do,
that cause us strife.
sure there's a laugh,
but then there's a yell,
its things like these,
that put us through hell.
it could be a person,
it could be a place,
either of these,
make you go off your face.
for me it's a person,
who i love to hate,
any day,
and any date.
you call yourself a father,
but aren't you meant to try,
no matter what im feeling,
not to make me cry.
remember that day,
i told you i hate you,
beleive it or not,
but yes it is true.
I miss you...
I dreamed of you last night
It was soft and quiet and peaceful
I FELT you there - knew you were with me
My heart was whole, my mind at ease.
And then I awoke...
To the emptiness that permeates my soul
The void you once filled
I can fool myself no longer
I miss you...
MY heart aches without your presence...
My existence dulled by the knowledge of what could have been, but now, never will be.
Our dream died before it even began, doomed by distance and circumstance.
I want the wounds to heal, but I can't let go.
I miss you...
Tell me what you think of mine. The reason I started a new post is cuz I ran out of room so I'm sayin the rest after my poem.
And remember that is just off the top of my head so be brutal!
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Nov 5th, 2004 06:33 PM
Thanks for the compliment. Next is "Till death do us part".
Nooooo 
so I'm sayin the rest after my poem.
