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He was poison…

…and I didn’t know
Blinded by the butterflies
I refused to admit his follies
I told myself to accept his shortcomings
For is it not what love does?

But he was poison and I refused to believe it
It took a while
I had to break my heart
But from realizing my mistake, I saw
Just how blind I was
And just how bad he was for me

Maria Michaela

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At Gun-Point

Heaven knows I took some pain

Took the shot, faced the gun of challenge point-blank

Aimed at me, I stared in fear

Nervous, cold sweat running

My feet wanted to run

 

Frozen, stuck where I was

But I stared down

Stood my ground

The bullet hit me straight and I got down

Got back up and brushed it off

 

Never was it easy, never it will be

But I will never back down

And I will move forward

All the time

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Never Back Down

Shout to the world and let it be known

Show them what you got, what you own

Don’t hesitate, never back down

You’ll be the winner and wear the crown

 

Everyday is a challenge

If you get bruised then put a bandage

Don’t ever let people tell you, you can’t

Go for the gold to achieve what you want

 

Everyday is an opportunity

And there will be scrutiny

But keep in mind you’ve got what it takes

Show them what it means to be true

and knock off those fakes

 

So what are you waiting for? Get up your feet!

It will be worth it, victory will be sweet

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Meant To Be Never

I want to touch the rainbow and bend with the breeze

Capture my captivated soul with endless serenity

Sing to me a lullaby, the one you sang before

Fill my tears with your breath, warm and comforting

Then leave me hanging like a leaf on the tree

Until I turn brown and decay with ease

 

I carry my voice through the rain

And tell the birds the story that never was you and I

Undone me and bury me ‘neath the ground

Where I get lost in time, perhaps forgotten

I want to dive the ocean and sing away with the stars

Where the moon awaits the smile that has left my face

 

You tear me down to pieces, like a puzzle that will never be once more

I hold your hand like holding thin air

In fact it’s nothing more than that

I fall upwards to where I once was lost

Was found, but you broke me yet you don’t even realize it

I cry dry tears of nothingness as I am used to it

And never will I ever like you’ll never ever

Be the same or different like before

 

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I Never Gave A Lock of Hair

I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,
I ring out to the full brown length and say
‘Take it.’ My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot’s glee,
Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow’s trick. I thought the funeral-shears
Would take this first, but Love is justified,—
Take it thou,—finding pure, from all those years,
The kiss my mother left here when she died.

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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When Monday Never Came

People were wondering what could have happened

For some strange reason, Monday never came.

 

Tuesday was present, jubilant as ever

Waving here and there, welcoming a wonderful day

“Good day! Good day!”, it just kept saying

 

Thursday was looking ’round

Surprised to see so many gathered

It didn’t stay long and left in a hurry

Shouting, “Friday’s almost here!”

 

Sunday peeped but changed its mind

Instead, out came Saturday looking a little dazed.

It walked slowly, talked slurred

Could not walk a straight line

It held a coffee mug on one hand

And merely smiled at the onlookers

 

Wednesday was grand,

he kept shaking people’s hand

It was as if he won the election

“Middle of the week!”, he exclaimed

“You’re almost there.”

 

Now, Sunday was shy so outgoing Friday came out with it

They held hands and stood in the middle of the crowd

“Where is Monday?”, the people asked

Sunday replied, “well, he always comes right after me, so he may be coming anytime soon.”

“He always comes before me, I’m sure he’s just around”, was Friday’s reply.

 

On and on the week came and went

But Monday was nowhere to be found

It was as if he disappeared or just didn’t make a sound

“Manic Monday will surely come”, the people kept on saying

But it would seem it won’t be anytime soon

As Monday never came

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Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

 And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–

 You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,

It seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up,

When he might have captured the victor’s cup,

And he learned too late when the night slipped down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems so far,

So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–

It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

– Author unknown

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Peter (Neverland part 2)

He was my hero
He always saved the day
I wished he was my beau
But all was just a play
 
He didn’t feel like growing up
While I continue to fall for him
He held my hand as we flew up
We made a really great team
 
I see the man behind the boy
If only he would stop with these games
He just smiles and always play coy
Pretending it’s all so lame
 
I want to be his Wendy
The one to sweep him off his feet
If only he would let me
I’d take on a thousand fleet
 
 I’d fight Hook with him, side by side
 After which we’d fly away
Relax after the battle, feeling tired
Enjoy the rest of the day
 
He chose to stay, afraid of getting old
As a child, a boy, he’s carefree
Doesn’t want to be told
Nothing at all to worry
 
A decision I must make
A risk I’m willing to take
Should I stay or should I go?
Peter tell me, ’cause I’d like to know
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Neverland (part 1)

I’ve never never been to this place before

This is so different from the one I call home

The place is a mystery, as I am washed to shore

This place seems different yet familiar, as I try to roam

I seem to remember flying, then falling

I look around as footsteps grow closer

And a voice from afar, seem to be calling

I feel a bit scared as the sound draws ever nearer

From the bushes, out came little boys

Wearing funny clothes and screaming like crazy

They were holding spears and toys

Some looked mean, others just lazy

He came swooping down, a smile on his face

They gathered ’round me,

I feel so out-of-place

He told them I’m a friend, a story-teller, you see

We went to the hollow tree; which was better known as Hangman’s tree

This is where they lived it seemed

It was a lovely place to be

It was a sight to see, though the light there seemed a little dimmed

He then took me to where the mermaids played

They were indeed beautiful creatures

Jewelries and pearls on the rocks they laid

One of them raised her hand for me to reach her

I stretched to try and touch her

Someone pushed me from behind

Before I knew it, I fell on the water

They pulled a prank on me, which was really unkind

I’ve had enough fun for one day

Mermaids are no fun than pixies

But the day proved to be more fun, not gray

For we foiled Hook and saved an Indian princess

But Hook had something up his sleeve

He devised a wicked plan

If he couldn’t make Peter leave

He’ll blow him to kingdom come

Captured we were and I was about to walk the plank

Head held high, I refuse to be mocked

I look at the sky, pray the Lord a thanks

As I drop no splash, everyone was shocked

Alive he was to Hook’s surprise

Foiled again for a\the hundreth time

Tick tock tick tock…he sound of Hook’s demise?

He begged Peter to save him, he’ll pay for his crime

And so back to home we go although he preferred if we stayed

I told him to visit everynight and that he take good care

It was fun, a lovely time, so happy to have played

I’ll always remember him, his stories I will share