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A woman came in my sleep

and now my child is gone.

Once a month my sheets stain red.

No longer, dreams pop up in my head.

I can no longer imagine.

I have to know it all.

This woman has come

and the child is gone.

To where i do not know.

No longer can i have fun.

No longer can i have joy.

I soon will become some man's wife.

A woman came in my sleep.

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TheArtistRose
23:02 May 09 2010

nice poem!

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In the child's eyes

we are everything-

hate, happiness, joy,

crime, love, fear, guilt,

shame, hope...

they look at us with gentle eyes,

sad eyes, crying eyes, laughing eyes

hopeful eyes...



they look to us for hope

but often times only find the hate.

we are the family they fear.

we are the sister they dread.

we are the brother they angst.

we are the mother and father they look to

and but find not what needed.



they look to us the world

and find contradictions at every glance.

they look to the policemen

and find felony.

they look to the church

and find sin.

they look to the government

and find corruption.

and sooner or later they'll figure out

joy isn't anywhere but on tv.

so today i found some poetry i wrote in middle school some of it was pretty cheesy and sweet. others still touch me to this day i thought i'd share.



The lids of your eyes close so gently

as the night grows long.

The only time i see you smile

is while you sleep.

Everlasting beauty in a second.



The curves of your body seem to fit

so perfectly with mine.

be my blanket

i'll be your pillow.

be my drink

i'll be your glass.

we seem to fit.



I see the ways you sleep

every waking moment.

your breath strong and steady

like a freight train into the night,

i need it when i can't sleep.

I grow cold at night

you have no pillow.

my mouth is dry

you need a glass.

i want the train to turn its tracks.



the lids of your eyes close so gently

as the night grows long.