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ginny_first_year_pureblood · 09-20-2005, 10:53 AM

My Mother
My mother kept a garden,
A garden of the heart,
She planted all the good things
That gave my life its start.

She turned me to the sunshine
And encouraged me to dream,
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem.

And when the winds and rain came,
She protected me enough-
But not too much because she knew
I'd need to stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example
Always taught me right from wrong-
Markers for my pathway
That will last a lifetime long.

I am my mother's garden.
I am her legacy,
And I hope today she feels the love
Reflected back from me.

ginny_first_year_pureblood · 09-20-2005, 10:58 AM

A Confession

I was watching you sleep the other day,
And prayed that it would last.
The peace that rested on your face,
I'd never seen in the past.

I was watching you speak a while ago,
And hoped that you'd go on.
The way your words they had no end,
Your spirit seems so strong.

I was watching you fight the other day,
And prayed my tears would dry.
All this, I knew was done for me,
And couldn't figure why.

I was watching your smile a while ago,
And started in total awe.
Was it me who made you shine?
Was that triumph that I saw?

All this time you've waited,
All this time you've helpted.
And all the things you sacrificed,
For me to grow up well.

And all the tears your dried,
And all the pain you soothed.
And all the thruths you had to hide,
Without a simple thank-you.

But I was watching you the other day,
And I realize I can't wait.
To tell you how much I appreicate,
And love you in every way.

Fortune_Cookie · 10-24-2005, 11:40 PM

You have very beautiful and flowing poems! They're so awesome! I love "A Confession" especially; it's really well done. Keep it up!

ginny_first_year_pureblood · 10-25-2005, 12:18 AM

Thank you. Here is another:

Myself

I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know
I want to be able as days go by
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself, as I come and go,
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of girl I really am;
I don't want to dress m yself up in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all the girl's respet;
And here in the strugle for fame and wealth,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluffer, and empty show.
I can never hide myself from me:
I see what others may never know;
I never can fool myself and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting, and guilt-free.

Kids Who are Different

Here's to kids who are different,
Kids who don't always get A's
Kids who have ears
Twice the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for days.

Here's to the kids who are different,
Kids they call crazy or dumb,
Kids who don't fit,
With the gut and the grit,
Who dance to a different drum.

Here's to kids who are different,
Kids with a mischievous streak.
For when they have grown,
As history has shown,
It's their different that makes them unique.

Success

What is success?
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appericate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed
easiter because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.

Dreams

A lost young petal
Wondering Souls
I see the dream that you seek
Follow me please, if you dare.
The dream is comming
For you and me.
I return by your side
With a heart in my hand.
It is like a bright fire dancing
To the slow music turning.
My heart as smooth as ivory
Has turned to a lonely, sulfur.
I retire my heart now to you,
Love me because I love you.

Please hear what I'm not saying

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that thewater's calm and I'm in comand,
and that I need no one.
But don't belive me.
My surface may seem smooth buyt my surface
is my mask, ever-warying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panick at the thoughs of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate my from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
But you've got to help me.
You've got to out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
that bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grown winds, very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breath life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every woman you meet.

Review and enjoy! ^.^

ginny_first_year_pureblood · 10-25-2005, 12:30 AM

Paint Brush

I keep my pain brush with me
Where I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do--that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might loose you.

I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patienct and close your eyes,
I'll strip off al my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with what you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case some body doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.

My new best Friend

Today I met a great new friend
Who knew me right away
It was funny how she understood
All I had to say

She listened to all my problems
Sh e listened to my dreams
We talked about love and life
She'd been there, too, it seems

I never once felt judged by her
She knew just how I Felt
She seemed to just accept me
And all the problems I'd been dealt

She didn't interrupt me
Or need to have her say
She just listened very patiently
And didn't go away

I wanted her to understand
How much this meant to me
But as I went to hug her
Something startled me

I put my arms in front of me
And went to pull her nearer
And realized that my new best friend
Was nothing but a mirror.