Friday, June 23, 2006

">   Poem of the day
This feeling..
Is all i feel and not going away..
Sometimes its hard to see whats in front of me..
Its like iam a panther hideing in the deep forest..
Covering my self with darkness..
Then the sun shows my true colors..
My yellow eyes just glare into an eye of a strangers...
And then i relize that iam not some lonely person..
I have some one beside me..
that is not alone either..
We give each other company and suport.
By: Katelyn Doyle
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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

   2 other poems i did
A distance call.
Langue and words i don't understand..
Some one explain to me whats happening..
How can this be??...
A japness garden with the flowers all in bloom but one...
Iam i late just like it..
Is it all ways ok to be late on things..
Iam i late bloomer??....
How far off iam i?...
Can this be explained to me...
Or can it not...
Hard to see that light at the end of the road...
How far away is it...
And the old man smiles..
Soon you shall catch on and be what people don't expect..
You might be a late bloomer..
But a late bloomer waits and looks over things carefully before jumping..
Which makes you a smart lady..

I walk a road alone....
And not seeing the end of it is the worst part..
So long..
A hot sun beaming down on to my long flowing hair..
No water to keep me from passing out...
Heavy breathing..
blurey vesion in the eyes...
Shakeing hands..
cold finguers..
bleeding feet from walking on gravel that feels like broken glass..
Throwing my self on the ground wanting to give up..
I feel there is no reson to move on from this place.
I can't stand this sun burning hell.
Theres not clean air to breath..
Just the desrest dusty sandy air..
And fumes and chemicals in the air...
So whats the point of this...

By:Katelyn Doyle
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   Sailing away
Sailing aways on the morning sunset..
Smileing away into the distance..
Every thing so quiet in the midnight sky...
Falling asleep in your warm embrace...
What a wanderful feeling this is..
Opening my heart to love once again..
Not being afraid of what will come..
The futrue is mine to hold...
I control my futrue.
Unless it falls apart again..
Where it started with you and me...
By: Katelyn Doyle
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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

   Friends are a helping hand
Freinds are grand.
And when your down there close at hand.
They are great and sometimes say things that are stuiped but still make you laugh.
And there are times when you stand up for them when some one picks on them and for that they are greatful.
For you are greatful because they lisen even if you are whineing.
They take there time out of there day to lisen.
And give you a helping hand.
By: Katelyn Doyle
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