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 Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:33 pm
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This poem won a lot of awards on poetry.com and was published in a poetry book for a poetry convention... I hope this is what you are looking for. I wrote this from the bottom of my heart for my friend that stabbed me in the back...
Forever Pay
You are the leak in the system,
You are the rat in the plan,
For that, you'll forever pay.
You claimed to have kept all of my secrets deep in your soul,
I promised that also
The difference: your betrayal!
For that, you will forever pay.
You came to me with problems,
I came with mine,
I offered advice,
You wished you could do something more, but never did,
For that, you will forever pay.
I wish for friends to treat each other as
each other treats you,
If not, you can burn in hell and forever pay that debt to me!
Kayla Emily Kottler
Copyright ©2007 Kayla Emily Kottler
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 7:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:14 pm
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ummm... i guess i'll post... my poems suck and are nothing special but we'll see what people think... i wrote this a while after my bf left me and my best friend asked me out... I's called 'Song of Another Broken Heart.'
A Scream,
A Shatter,
A Tear,
Maybe A Beer,
The Instruments All Ready.
A Fall,
A Splash,
A Drip,
A Breath,
The Lyrics Written out.
A Line,
A Question,
A Shiver,
A Run,
The Band's All Here.
A Guy,
A Life,
A Heart,
An End,
The Song Has Just Started.
Beating,
Yelling,
Crying,
Dieing,
The Concert Has Begun.
Listen Closely,
Listen Well,
The Words Are Plain and Simple.
Smiling,
Laughing,
Hugging,
Kissing,
The Album's now Complete.
Listen Closely,
Listen Well,
Listen Clearly,
Listen Calmly,
Listen Quietly,
Listen Carefully.
My Story's Been Told,
My Eyes Have Run Dry,
My Body Feels Heavy,
My Head is Spinning,
My Heart is Aching,
My Whole is Numbing,
This is The Song Of Another Broken Heart.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:47 pm
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<<<<< rolleyes :
Just Thinking
I may not get to see you as often as I like,
I may not get to hold you in my arms through the night,
but deep in my heart,
I truly know that you are the only one I love
and can't let you go.
Listen
Listen to my heart.
Can't hear it?
I'll open it up for you,
so you can listen to its small tiny voice.
It's calling for you.
Did you listen well?
Do you understand what it said?
For deep is the love that it speaks to you,
Deep as the rose is red.
I give you my heart,
treat it well.
Hold it close, and hold it tight.
Be careful or you might just squeeze out my love.
~You Make Me~
You make me love.
You make me hate.
You make me laugh.
You make me cry.
You make me smile.
You make me frown
You make me weak.
You make me strong.
You make me happy.
You make me sad.
You make me blind.
You make me see.
You make me want.
You make me need.
You make me miss.
You make me feel.
You make me hurt.
You make me heal.
You make me.
This Love
Don't remember how it happened,
Can't remember when.
Somehow you went from being my email buddy,
And became my best friend.
It happened so fast,
the journey of our love.
When it happened it was beautiful,
Like a thousand doves.
I really want to thank you,
for having faith in me.
And not ending our relationship,
for all the things you cannot see.
My love for you is forever,
a never ending pool.
This love will never leave,
no matter what we do.
My love's not confined
by what it can see,
I feel you, I taste you, I experience your dream.
Close my eyes, and I envision what in my heart I can hear,
and today I have learned that perfect love casts out fear.
Our love's a beautiful love that has grown between us,
Something beyond any words we discuss.
Much deeper than LOL, cyber kisses and such,
Far down to our souls, and beyond human touch.
Yeah I'll post some more, I just didn't want this post to be too long.>>>>>>
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 9:46 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:41 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:37 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:23 am
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I wrote this poem in my journal, it's my personal fave!
Love of Nature's Song
I am thine's mother, who grants thou safety in my light and warmth, relieving sighs of the gentle winds, the reassuring and loving touch of the swaying grass and dancing trees, and the gentle voice of the stream as it whispers a lullaby...
And in the storm as the thunder bellows its anger and the clouds cry out their pain in the form of life giving rain, know that they cry for you my children to grant you all life as the lightning signifies the hope I give you...
And as I shake or cause unease amongst man-take the first growing tree from the ash and know it is the sign that all will be renewed, including your shaken souls which will be filled with my light in hopes you will one day unite and all will be left in peace, for the sake of my children...
http://www.met.utah.edu/photocontest/2003photos/UtahLakeThunderstorm_JayMace.jpg
I got this picture from google, it was beautiful and matched the poem!
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:32 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 6:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 10:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 9:37 pm
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Poem
I wish I knew what I had to do,
to stop all these thoughts from coming through.
All day and all night these nightmares are there,
I swear all I want to do is just pull out my hair.
I live with much stress,
but I still live, I guess.
I sit in my room with my straight jacket on.
and all just think my mind is gone.
I've tried to find some way out,
but I have nothing left to do, just scream and shout.
No one to find me. No one who cares.
No one to stop these stupid nightmares.
How do you stop sufffering and pain,
when your life's been smeared, just like a stain?
All i wish is that those around me would die,
as if their existence was nothing but a lie.
Still, I just sit in my room,
waiting for all life to end (soon)...
As I start to think about the past,
I wonder why my life still lasts.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 2:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:12 pm
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