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Slow Dance

03:03 May 15 2010
Times Read: 823




This poem was written by a terminally ill young teenage girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor.



She wants to see how many people get her poem.

It is quite the poem. Please read and/or pass it on.



SLOW DANCE



Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?



You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.



Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?



You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.



Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,"Hi"



You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.



When you run so fast

To get somewhere

You miss half the fun

Of getting there.

When you worry and hurry

Through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.



Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.








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Stay strong with me..

07:22 May 08 2010
Times Read: 843


As the tears fall down my face,

your name I call. Leave no trace

of what you felt in your heart.

The big red welt was the start.

It tore me down, inside out;

made me the clown, left no doubt

to all around: those who saw

what won't be found 'til the thaw.

Whisper. Rumour. Words like greed.

I feel no humour in your deeds.

You cut me down: hard, fast, deep.

Out on the town you run free.

At home I lie facedown, flat.

Please don't ask why. Needless, that.

I know the deal with good-bye.

In time I'll heal. I won't cry

and waste my life over you,

or cause me strife. You weren't true.

Been here before. I know pain.

I was a door, yet again.

Enjoy the ride. On you pass.

I learned to slide, as on glass,

or rather slip; like black ice

not seen, I tripped. It was nice:

I always loved the joy ride.

took me above clouds. Glide

on currents smooth, light as air"

feel the breeze cool, free of cares.

Allow it to wash away

worries renewed. Live today.

Is it worth it? In the end?

Your not worth shit. Do not bend.

The violent fall doesn't last

and when it all hits home fast,

the pain - though real - is but brief.

Don't let it steal life through grief.

Keep your head high: you are strong.

Just keep in mind you weren't wrong.

He has chose these things to do'

your life's not his. Smile, too,

for he would hate to see it,

know he's too late to feel it

surrounding him: happiness,

love, you've given. Take a guess..

He misses you, always will.

Admit the truth: it's a thrill

knowing he does. Don't bother,

don't give in! You're not her.

You're not that same weakwilled girl

who took the blame from the churl

who broke your heart in pieces.

It's a new start. Best bet is

friends; change yourself, lean on these.

Get off the shelf. Just release

everything left, let it go.

Nothing's bereft. Now you know.

Let yourself free to be who

you wanna be... Simply you.



-- C. Morice-Hicks


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SamotDuKyrie
SamotDuKyrie
16:26 May 09 2010

Very nice!





KanePendragon
KanePendragon
13:17 May 14 2010

and you are wonderful!





 

Shades of Blue

07:20 May 08 2010
Times Read: 844


What is one to do when all around you

people lie to make you cry?

Fake smiles replace what once was true.



What will someone think when they watch me sink

down inside myself to hide?

I can not face the truth of you.



So here we now stand, lives sep'rate and bland.

While away the time of days

that once made race our hearts. How cruel.



What if just one call could erase it all?

Just one word to free the bird

that's now encased by steel and screw.



Would you take the chance? Repeat our dance?

Be love's tool, used like a fool.

My love's embrace wasted on you.



You once had my time. Pay dollar or dime,

I was yours. Reopen sores

long closed, to face pain caused anew.



Guess you're no better. Ex. Just a letter.

That's the way you'll always stay.

Another case of boy untrue.



The one thing I'd change: just your love's range.

No more pain, I've broke the strain.

This is my ace. My shade of blue.



-- C. Morice-Hicks


COMMENTS

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SamotDuKyrie
SamotDuKyrie
16:26 May 09 2010

Nice job, I like this one very much.





KanePendragon
KanePendragon
13:18 May 14 2010

You are very good at putting emotions into words








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