Shot

My head is spining,
Temples thumping,
eyes closing,
Fingers drumming,
words studder,
no focus,
lashes flutter,
this day is bogus.

deep breathing,
breath weezing,
people decieving,
now im leaving.

my heart stops,
my breath cuts,
no blood flowing,
i regret alot,
but my life ended,
the momment i was shot.

poem by Jacquelyn Burge
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Shadows

Shadows,
created by a light touch
from the warm rays of the sun,
to the soft coolness of the moon.
At sunrise
Shadows of everything arise,
Some frightful, some beautiful.
Shadows
At Night
reveal the fears in our subconsious
seeing monsters from our childhood
But,
Once you get over your fears
you'll see
that the shadows are the most beautiful.

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My Angel

My angel,
my sleeping angel held me through the night
hands so soft
In my eyes, he brought light
Empty words he said to me,
of a possible future I'll never see
But somewhere, deep inside
I know my angel loves me,
with such caress
fire in every touch
And when he slept
soft light whispered across him
his face carved of stone, perfection in every feature
My Sleeping Angel,
The one
I have found you,
My Angel

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The truth

The truth is what we don't see
It is the innocent glace across the room
full of admiration, love and pain
Secrets,
So many secrets hidden in one glance
We cover the truth with lies of approval,
so that no one judges us,
so we fit in,
but really, People will always judge us,
we will never fit in,
We dont need their approval,
All we need in love, happiness and peace in our souls
But the truth will never be known
Because were too busy seeking the approval
of those who will never approve.

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Who Am I?

If I am not stronge,
then what am I?
If I am not jealous,
then what am I?
If I am not protective,
then what am I?
If I am not emotional,
then what am I?

If I do not love you,
then who do I love?
If I don't write poetry,
then what do I write?
If you don't want to protect me,
then who will?

If I am not selfish,
then who am I?
If I am not creative,
then who am I?

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poem by Jacquelyn Burge
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