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By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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Best Anniversary

Best anniversary, a day so sweet
A time to celebrate our love complete
The years have passed, yet our bond still strong
In each other's arms is where we belong

We've weathered storms and danced in the rain
Our hearts intertwined, forever the same
On this special day, we look back with pride
And toast to the love that will never subside

Easter Sunday

We had a nice dinner Easter Sunday
it was the end of March and I drank again
a tad too much tryna numb my brain
and mistook champagne for lidocaine
consumed till I faint, woke up 1 am, I may
have slept over to April's thirst day

On being emotionally bankrupt

Sentient beings distraught
psyche rent asunder
courtesy false accusations
heated words exchanged like gunfire
pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter,
a vicious vindictive
girlish looking septuagenarian woman
buzzfeeding unfounded conspiracy
that the missus steals packages
ever since we moved here
at Highland Manor Apartments

A dance to my April

A dance to my April

With rose dress flattering on the side
And long nylon tale ,tight up with beads
Bright and shiny beautiful month
Singing and dancing through the night

A dance to my April
Flowers blooming and leaves became green
Grateful and gratitude were all over the mood
My month April made aprons to the women's
A dance to my April

By Lehlohonolo Lefera

Fair Weather Friend

Friends can turn
From a mistake
Just misunderstood
The world can shake

I never lied to you
I just played the game
So did you, and I thought
It would always be the same

And yet when you don't
Bother to stick together
How am I the bad guy
For fighting the weather

I'm a manipulator and a liar
Simply for not joining you
Well, you didn't even ask me
What was I supposed to do?

Good Read

Their memories shape and blend who I am.
Those I miss and are no longer here.
They’re like a crazy-long book that feels way to brief,

filled with short stories I never tire of. With each reading
from my book of hearts, I am grateful to the gifted authors
who share with me freely, what they still want to say,
written with love in stories that will always reside there.

For Now and Forever

I wish I could tell you all the things I'm thinking.

How I want to hold onto your arm when we walk

How I want to see you every day

How I want to go hiking with you
at that place you told me about

How I desperately want to know what your hand feels like in mine

How your lips feel on mine...

A glorious sound!

The grey of days
reach in to surround me.
To find a new peace
is where I am bound.
To shake off this feeling
and find a rebound.
To replace my footing
on more stable ground.
The future approaches
and with it a challenge.
To give in, or fight
with a glorious sound!

WHITE WHIPS

A flash of lightning illuminating a
golden staircase and forks with violent
Snaps splitting the dome of vastness
Knifing through the cold blackness

Jumping from the black mamba clouds
Then targeting with wild cracks and
Whips splitting the sky in half
With white sparks

M.I.A.( My Inspiration Always

In memories we're intertwined, eternally entwined,
MIA, you left this world, a precious cousin of mine.
Your laughter echoes, softly in the whispering breeze,
In every sunlit meadow, under shadowed trees.

Your absence cuts like a blade, a wound that won't mend,
In my heart, your spirit dwells, a love that never ends.
With tears that cascade like rivers, I mourn your loss each day,
Yet in the depths of sorrow, your light will guide my way.

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