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leapfrog4u 
8:31am, January 3, 2009
1)
Pain and anguish every day
"It's not hard," some people say
Voices commanding you to die
Arguing back to all thier lies
Hurt is an everyday occurence
Losing friends is no reassurance
Living a lie all the days of my life
Telling friends I've found an end to the strife
Is it worth it to even live
All the strength I have I have to give
If I want the voices to stay away
I have to give more of myself everyday
No one knows what I have gone through
I play a game that someday I'll lose
2)
One day I 'll stand at Heaven's gates
For that day I cannot wait
To see loved ones who have gone on before
Whether young or old it matters no more
Because time is endless there at home
Free as a bird to go and roam
Jesus' face will be the light
Oh how heavenly a sight
Well will give Him all the glory
As we listen to eachother's stories
Glory hallelujah will be the theme
As the crowns we lay begin to gleam
Home sweet home we'll be at last
Time on earth will have went so fast
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Very nice poems, but sad, although I understand exactly how you feel. I wrote one once something like the first one. Good rhyming scheme! The second one is very beautiful- I often wonder if there is a heaven or if death is a final sleep Here is one I wrote that asks that question-
When I Die
When I die
All of my trials,
The pain of this malaise, and
The ghosts and demons of my past and present
Shall perish as I exit this world-
I speak not of reality,
Which I have hardly ever known,
Only the phantasmal land
Where the devils of my past are dwelling,
I shall not speak of unreality or
The trials of my future,
As I foresee no future
Only trials and very few tribulations-
Perhaps the future shall hold for me
If only my dreams would come true,
As many angels,
As the old saying goes
That can dance upon the head of a pin
Which of course can only be of a very few,
Above the clouds,
Fluffy and white
Against a sky of cerulean blue,
When I die
I would only hope
That there is where I would find myself-
In that place that Christians have coined as “heaven”,
I cannot say I do not believe, as
No one, myself included
Has ever conversed with the dead.
They have also spoken of a place called “hell”
A place that I have seen so much of on this very planet,
Where fire has been set to my very soul,
Whereby fate was the arsonist. and
I know that from the day I was born
It was with a spirit that has been damned, and
When I die,
I wish to leave behind
All of my trials and pain
The demons of my past and present,
Only hoping that the future holds for me-
That I may find myself basking beneath the heat of the sun
Resting upon a fluffy white cloud
Sailing across the sea of sky -
Shades of cerulean blue,
My dream would be to be
Amongst the few angels
Chosen to dance upon the head of a pin
A ballerina with wings,
With legs stepping gracefully,
As those of a fawn, though a bit shaky-
Oh, what does the future hold for me?
I will only find out after I am dead and gone,
There could not possibly be any more agony
Than past memories,
Or present experiences, only and only if
I die soon shall I find relief,
It is written in my book of prayers
Inscribed across that sky of cerulean blue
When I speak of what reality has meant to me-
Nothing but a life of being afraid
Of just about everyone and everything-
The future couldn’t possibly hold any more battles
I shall exit this war zone and
Enter nirvana, and if the future holds no hope for me
When I die
I hope that death is, as many do believe
Will be none but a final sleep for me
And I shall just close my eyes tightly shut,
Maybe I shall never dance upon the head of a pin,
Or bask beneath the sun as I rest upon a cloud.
Perhaps just falling asleep
To never awaken again in any world
Even if it were to be heaven,
For heaven could turn out to be a repeat of hell on earth-
Nobody could ever know for certain, as
Death as is life-
Is just another mystery?
Claudia Krizay
Keep on sharing your poetry- have a nice day. Claudia- I may have shown you the above poem already come to think of it.
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