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My Eyes Have Seen Much
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"They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. You have an old soul."

I've seen death
Abuse
Addiction
And the playing
Of the death card
Several
Times

My eyes have seen much
For what little of life
I've lived
What I wouldn't give
To see those people
One
Last
Time

I've made a few friends
And quite a few enemies
But the majority of both
Are dead
Some others are insane
Others still are missing

My eyes have seen much
For what little of life
I've lived
What I wouldn't give
To know what happened
To all of them

I have three good friends
That I can see and share
Anything with
That are still alive
They are closer than family
I do and would do anything
To help them survive

My eyes have seen much
For what little of life
I've lived
I still have much to see
And these good three
Friends
Will show most of it to me

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The Goodbyes I Never Got to Say
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Papa, I didn't even get to say goodbye
At your funeral I'm sorry, I couldn't cry
A song came on the radio that day
It will always remind me of that day

I had to say goodbye
Sometimes I wonder why
The good ones always go first
And the good ones always die the worst

Dear friend
I'm sorry I had to read the news
Of your end
Instead of being there for you

Sometimes I wonder why
I never get to say goodbye
To the people I miss the most
And the reason is your ghost

Hello nameless one
I know how you died
You lived by the gun
And for you I still cried
Am I the only one?

Sometimes I wonder why
I never get to say goodbye
To the people who need me the most
The constant reminder is your ghost

Hello brother
I wish I coulda seen you off
And your mother
I finally know the truth about
All you said and how she pissed you off

I wish I coulda said goodbye
Sometimes I wonder why
I hope to see you soon
Till then, I'll just look upon the same moon
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I May Never Know
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I may never know
What happened to you
I may never sleep peacefully
Until I see your view

This one's for my first friend
Hair red like fire
Have you seen the end?
Have you perished from your desire?

I may never know
What happened to you
I may never sleep peacefully
Until I see your view

This one's for the second one
Money isn't everything
Did you die by gun?
Did you finally get some sense and run?

I may never know
What happened to you
I may never sleep peacefully
Until I see your view

This one is for number three
Soul of an angel
Did you disappear because of me?
Did you die in that world of misery?

I may never know
What happened to you
I'm sorry
I got close to you
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My First Friend Was a Kat
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My first friend was a Kat
Older than me, and much at that
She had scars all over her arms
I trusted her
I would soon learn
That she carried a great
Weight

My first friend was a Kat
She would always wear black
Long sleeves
Long skirts
She had a face like an angel
If she's not gone yet
Then maybe her pain will
Heal

("Why do you always wear black?")
("I'm in mourning.")
("Why are you crying?")
("Because I miss a guy a lot.")

My first friend was a Kat
Her rage
Covered her pain
It was her cage
She loved the rain
Last I heard

("She went far away
Where she finally could smile again
She'll be alright
You'll see her again someday")

My first friend was a Kat
I guess you know the rest
Since I write about her at my best
I will just leave it at that
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I Don't Believe in Coincidences
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I find it odd
That every person
I've ever gotten close to
I'm not going to see for awhile

I don't believe in coincidences

My great gramma was the first
I never knew her with sight
The day I said goodbye was the worst
But I didn't cry

I don't believe in coincidences

The second person was named Kat
She had scars up and down her body
But enough of that
I'll probably never see her again

I don't believe in coincidences

A girl named Ashley was number three
We talked a lot about what we watched
Her favorite anime was on TV
She is no more

I don't believe in coincidences

Number four is the first man
His name is Dan
He moved away to have a better life
He'll visit soon, but I wonder if it's soon enough

I don't believe in coincidences

Number five is the only one I talk to regularly
She is my love, and my life
She lives an hour and a half away from me
She used to have an addiction to the knife

I don't believe in coincidences



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On Friday July 11th, 2008, XxEvanescent_WingsxX (7) writes:
That's allot! It's cool! Keep writing!


On Saturday June 7th, 2008, Chunky (60) writes:
that was like 5 poems wasnt it? i hate how we think of people from our past but all we have are memories.... its a lonely thoguh. thinking maybe thats all we ever will have of them...esp if they died... good write, long but good :P


On Wednesday February 7th, 2007, Daughter_Of_The_Moon (163) writes:
It's poems and poets like this and you that I hope make many people realize just how much one person has of an effect on this world. If even in only that one person, it's still there. Beautifully done, thanks for sharing. -Heather-


On Friday November 24th, 2006, Muse (82) writes:
my boyfriend's best friend died recently and he wasnt told until he happened to flip to the obituary. he fell off of one of those cell towers and nobody had thought to tell him..


On Saturday November 18th, 2006, Instant Insanity (754) writes:
I don't believe in coincidence either my friend. It more or less turned into a support group journal as I see it. Sometimes it helps. My name is Vernon Songer and I'm a Poet, yet no friends, no family, nor anyone else is around ][ ][



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