Highway Of Love

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Our hearts met on the highway of love.
Our souls floated on the clouds above.
Your love must have been heaven sent.
Many nights of bliss with you I have spent.

When I said I love you.
You wept waterfalls of happy tears.
We are still so much in love after all these years.

Days will come and years will past.
Our love darling is sweet music.
That will always last.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.

Love Is..

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Love is like a fairytale.
It comes and goes so soon.
But when you get your chance to grasp,
It flies away like a balloon.

Love is worth a thousand words.
Yet theres no specific one.
You can try to express a feeling or two,
But it spills into tons.

Love may not be the thing for you,
Because it definitely isn’t mine.
But when I get the chance to grab it,
I grab it with all my might.

This poem was written/submitted by Jasmine Rose.

My sister

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Things are so scary because they’re uncertain,
I wish my sister, would just stop hurting.

She has a disease, that seems to be winning,
Her head is so cloudy,
And her faith keeps thinning.

It’s hard to watch her eat,
Without using her hands,
And watching the doctors empty,
Those ensure cans.

She is depressed,
Deep down very sad,
Daily focusing,
On the past,

To when we lost, what most people still have.

We were really young,
It happened, several years ago
It was really hard being forced,
To let our mother go.

She thinks she could’ve saved her,
There’s no way she could of,
But now she feels guilty
Thinking she should’ve

Her disease was passed on,
Passed on to my sister
Now it’s got her trapped,
Like Dorothy in the twister.

She’s stuck in the cyclone,
Watching everything fly by
As we’re all watching her,
Pondering why?

Why does she do this?
Why can’t she stop?
Why can’t she see the beauty?
Given to her by God?

She is my twin
She is my sister
But he’s so caught up in that twister,
What if she leaves, all we could do is miss her.

I hope one day,
That she will wake up,
Eat breakfast,
And not want to throw up.

She’ll realize she’s beautiful,
And she’ll realize she’s strong,
She’ll realize she’s perfect
And there was never anything wrong.

This poem was written/submitted by Kaylee Lenners.

Dear Jeff

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God’s sending his angels and you’re awaiting their arrival.
We’re all praying for your survival.

You’re only twenty-eight,
But you’ve been dealt this sorrowful fate.

Jelanie’s by your side, as you lay,
All day, everyday.

Wishing you were better in every way.
Because she loves you, and wants you to be okay.

But all she can do is watch you lay
And pray to God for another day.

Days came, and days went
Tears were spilled,
And prayers were sent.

They did all they could do,
But now we’re here missing you.

You’re in a better place, this we know
But nobody wanted you to go.

As night turned to dusk,
The angels came and you
Left us.

So many people miss you and wish you were here
but we know you’re safer up there.

Free from pain,
Free from harm,
Resting safely in
The Lord’s arms.

This poem was written/submitted by Kaylee Lenners.

I love the girl that looks like me (My Twin)

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I love the girl that looks like me
We’ve been together, since I could remember
I love the girl that looks like me
Stupid insults passed, between her and me
Short little fights, because we couldn’t agree,
But I love the girl that looks like me
We always used to say we’re not friends we’re sisters,
but now that she’s stuck in that turbulent twister
She’s the best friend that could be,
I love that girl that looks like me.

I just wish she’d open her eyes and be okay
saw reality in a different way,
drop her worries and let them be,
I love that girl that looks like me.
When she came running to greet me
I was sure the twister was shirking,
the winds would stay steady
but that’s not certain
all that could be,
is love that girl that looks like me.
her good days are sporadic and tend to roam
her recovery is like the song they sing about Rome
but despite what goes wrong,
I love that girl that will soon be home

This poem was written/submitted by Kaylee Lenners.

Kirah

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We can see that you’re not happy,
We can see that you’re confused and sad,
We can see that you’re not the same kirah,
That we all once had.

What you’re doing is wrong
What you’re doing is bad,
We miss the old kirah,
And we want her back.

There is a monster deep inside,
Trying to beat you,
But you’ve got to be strong,
You have to break through.

I wish you could have seen the beauty,
That everyone else saw,
God made you in his image,
Which means you’re perfect,
The way you are.

Hunger is definitely not just a feeling,
Thinness is definitely not a skill,
You may not believe this now,
But in time you will.

One day you’ll look in the mirror
And accept what you see
You’ll stop looking at everyone else
And thinking that’s the way to be.

I know I’m not perfect,
I have a long way to go,
I really don’t care what they think of me
Because I’m not for show.

You should think the same,
Because there’s so much more to you,
You have the strength to control
Everything you do.

No one can make you get better,
Kirah, you have to want to,
You have to accept yourself,
And stop doing, what you do.

So much has already been damaged,
So much has already gone wrong,
You’ve found the road to recovery,
And it’s very long.

You have to believe in yourself,
You have to know you can do this,
You can’t give up,
I know you can do it. by, Kaylee Lenners

This poem was written/submitted by Kaylee Lenners.

The End Of My Days

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Life is why we all exist.
Life is what some resist.
We all live in a chamber of solitude.
Some develop a depressed attitude.
No joy can ever be let out
but sadness can always come in.
No one can ever hear a shout
and happiness becomes a sin.
If I could die right now, I would.
If I would die right now, I should.
Life is cruel, life is unfair.
If I should die, who would care?
My chamber keeps growing small,
my heart seems ready to fall.
My sad soul has flown away,
my body is not here to stay.
Being a sad soul is what I’m meant to be,
being dead is my final destiny.

This poem was written/submitted by Ian Anderson.

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