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Kuri-san:
Well the second finish in a hour. :keke:

Home Sweet Home
From the track I moved,
There always leaved out a trace.
As far I know, I’m getting nearer and nearer,
To the place I called “Home”

Its been a fore year I didn’t meet up my beloved,
Liked my body had lost the warmth of my family.
A warmth that can’t be traded with gold.

As I down from the track,
A sandy wind come across me,
It feel like it shows welcome to me.
Just like an old memories.

As far I could see,
There lied an old house,
Later on, I reached up there,
My parent comes out and hugged me.

There long they hugged,
The warmth of being my heat,
It become a trinity to become,
The one we called ”Love”

Before I could say my word,
Fighting with my tiredness,
The first thing I should say is
              “I’m Home”

Somehow, in the P4, there a meaning i wanted to show but here showed like not the same as my thought, sorry.

Ashlee:
Kuri-san, its really good. Here is one, I just just made up

Google
I google myself
I google my friend
I google my cat
I google your name

I google my pop
I google my pic
I google my book
I google all day

I can't live with out my google
Day or night
If you ask me, what I think of google
you may get a fright

Razeasha:
Here's one I did for a class. my teacher gave each of us an adjective and an intangible noun. Then we had to write poetry on our 2 words. I got Oily and Faith.
many of my poems are political, so this is what came out.

Oily Faith

A tainted god,
A greasy guise of beliefs,
Polished by politics.
Then, consecrated by so-called churches.
So smooth and silver-tongued
The serpent whispers in my ear,
“Bite this apple of faith,
Or you shall die, I fear.”
His words oily and rotten,
Leave trails,
Of ideals forgotten.
I refuse the apple.
Not because I took a look
In a holy book;
But because I have
Faith.
All my own.
Not oiled to a heavenly sheen;
But home grown,
In the garden of my mind.
Away from the detrimental presidential potential
And the chained chorus of churches
Fashioned favorably by forefathers.
Faith is between people
And to whom they prey.
NOT
Oiled;
By the greasy fingers,
Of man.

Ashlee:
razeasha, that was a cool poem..

Ok, here is one I made like 5 minutes ago. I'm too lazy to make it better, lol�  ;D

Falling into nothing

Why do i feel the way I do
like nothing in life matters.

I though I was here for a reason
but I learn, I was here for none.

Every day, I looked out side
finding that I'm all alone.

The sun is too bright
the night is to dark.

My eyes are blinding
I can't see where I'm going

I fall to the ground,
with no one catching me.

I guess I will die right here and now
with no one knowing where I am.

Then, I feel something close to me
I look up, to see a hand.

Maybe i'm not alone.
Maybe there is someone out there.

Who came to my rescue
when I lying there.

But I know now
that I'm not alone.

Hack:
sad story

you lift my hand
but i took it away
you smiled at me
but i didn't smile back
i think again
who's my prince
while you were right next to me
i didn't notice
but now that you're gone
i realized
the Sad love story
we ever had

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