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concrete angel lyrics

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Poems that i focus on

Poem by Elizabeth Bishop


One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

and

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

I fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)


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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost
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-something is wrong with them, when in--
----reality, they're amazing. They just----
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My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.


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“People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.”


Girls are like phones; they like to be held and talked to but if you press the wrong buttown you'll get disconnected

HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
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Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. ~John Keats

Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. ~Christopher Fry

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. ~Edgar Allan Poe

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. ~Jean Cocteau

>> TAURUS (The Tramp)
>> Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth! (Me in a million words Escially the last one hehe)
And this is why I'm Christan

When I say I'm christian, or you get the vibe that I am.
Don't write me off as "holier than thou", a goody two shoes or innocent please
Don't look at me as a religious, conceited, stuck up hypocrite
I'm still that same old , just improving from the wretch I used to be see?
When I say I'm christian I'm not shouting that I'm clean livin
I'm still a simple sinner with a past now fogiven.
And since I've been born again, with a new life worth livin
I'm not a hypocrite but yeah I do some hypocritical things
I am woman who's not of royalty is still considered a queen
It ain't like I don't pray, repent and ask for forgiveness and not a day goes by, most of the time, that I don't speak to God.
I talk the talk, and try my best to keep walkin the walk
but sometimes I stagger and fall cause the flesh gets the best of me
especially during the weak points of my celibacy so I find myself writing intimate poetry.
I don't randomly take out a bible and start ackin like an exorcist whenever I'm in the midst of a bunch of unholy folks
I mean if you drink you drink, if you smoke you smoke, if you cuss you cuss, if
you use it or sell it, hey do what you do
I'm a keep doing me, I just hope you're straight when Jesus comes back for his
people
and LAST but not LEAST, when I say I'm christian
Rest assured I'm still human, cause the only thing that makes me different
is the light that I have that always seems to shine.
I'm just a regular person I try to find
what it is that God made me to do in life,
I'm just a simple sinner... if I was perfect... why would I BE a christian, why
would I need God?
I'd be too good for it and since I'm NOT, THAT my friend is WHY... I'm a
christian