Believe In Yourself

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DawnieDogg
Believe In Yourself
4.3 (86.67%) 3 votes

Long brown hair & her big brown eyes, a heart of gold, that’s oversized!
She hides behind her “comfy” disguise, but sometimes needs to improvise…
Often hiding her feelings deep inside, she covers her pain & all of her cries…
He watched her eyes fill up with tears, continued to yell & went upstairs…
As she fell to her knees, she was holding her heart, her minds all a mess, she’s falling apart.
Always left alone & ignored for years, she took the abuse as he disappeared.
She plays along, but often acts dumb, all the neglect has made her feel numb…
Her heart of gold will never say no, dishin’ out cash is startin’ to get old…
Money for this & money for that, she gets all stepped on, like a door mat.
Lana, open your eyes, stand up for yourself, as much as it hurts, you should be by yourself.
Time to focus on life & clear your mind, don’t get discouraged, it may take some time…
Don’t stay alone, enjoy company with friends, and never let a guy make you pretend…
You’re a strong woman, you can stand on your own, and you proved this to me when you bought your first home!
Always remember, time heals all pain, life gives us lessons, we often feel drained…
You’ll make it through this, we’re all on your side, and never let anyone kick down your pride!
Hold your head high, you’re the kids 1 role model, you can do better, don’t ever twaddle…
Never give up, you’ll soon find the 1, you’ll then realize that life’s just begun!
You’re independent, a mind of your own, you better kick Dave, right off his throne…
It’s now Lana’s time, you raised 2 great kids, and it now is the time to put down your fist…
Don’t ASK him to leave, TELL him to go; it’s now Lana’s time to run this show…
You’re my close friend & I truly believe, with all your heart you can only succeed!
Stand up for your rights & never give up, chill with your girls & do your makeup…
Feel proud of yourself, with your beautiful soul; don’t let a man keep you under control…
Kicking Dave to the curb is the answer indeed, you know it’s the truth, you can’t disagree!
It’s now in your hands, it’s your time to shine, I believe in you girl, please don’t resign…
You can turn to your friends when you feel weak, I promise to care & to never critique…
Friends till the end, we’re meant to be, believe in yourself & you’ll soon be free!

Regret

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4pure
Regret
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What happened between us,
We cannot forget.
The things we did,
Can’t be undone

It’s not written in stone
Nor in our blood,
But embedded in our minds,
The leap of faith we took.

My mind is wrapped
Around what occurred.
It was sweet like chocolate,
Bitter like dark.

Taboos we broke
We cannot mend.
What we did was wrong,
A secret we now share

This sin we shared
Can’t be erased,
Though, we can repent
And start anew.

We both had promised
It wouldn’t be awkward,
We’d still be friends.
You lied.

I see you, everywhere,
So I sew my eyes shut,
But to no avail
For you, are in my head.

My thoughts have grown obsessive
My heart beats your name.
I long to hear your voice again,
To speak my name once more.

My breathing grows shallow
And goose bumps form.
Thinking of us,
Thinking of you.

My love — unrequited,
But for the best.
You’re too important
To lose altogether

Too many forlorn yesterdays
Put my anticipating tomorrows in doubt
Crying in tears of shameful regret,
I pray we can still be friends

With love comes sacrifice,
And my love I would sacrifice
For us to be friends,
To move on and forget.

We can’t change what we’ve started
But we can, together, hand in hand,
Re-write our fate,
And change how it will end.

The Fall

Published by

Kyle Hanton
The Fall
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Silence invades,
Stifling all thought.
A man stands at the edge
of a chasm, confused,
Alone, lost.

He knows this place.
His body language
Makes it obvious,
But he is searching,
Something is missing.

He sees it, finally.
The burned wreckage
Of what was a bridge.
It collapsed down
To that far away floor.

Vague memories,
Of explosives
Made of words and actions
Come back to him,
He knows where he is

A whispered word,
Half remembered,
Unconsciously leaves his mouth
And floats across,
Echoing.

The word grows louder
As it rebounds
Bringing torturing clarity
To those oft forgotten
Memories.

He hears the word
For the first time
Since it left his mouth.
That terrible word
Brings tears to his eyes.

He reaches up,
Touches his face,
Feels the wetness.
Unbelieving the tears,
He looks down.

He stares long and hard
At the depths of that chasm.
His eyes trace the other side,
Looking for some way across,
But it is so far away.

Once it was so close,
He remembers.
Once this chasm wasn’t here,
But instead was solid
Beneath their feet.

Once he held her
On this very ground,
And he was happy.
As he thinks, the memories
Tear at his mind.

That word escapes
His mouth again
Without thinking
And her name echoes
Across the canyon.

Louder and Louder
It grows in his mind,
Driving him mad.
Despairing, searching,
He sees only her face.

He sees her clearly,
Right in front of him.
The ground is solid again.
He steps, trusting,
Just as she trusted.

But it was a sham,
A trick played
By his own mind,
The traitorous wretch,
And he falls.

Torture

Published by

Kyle Hanton
Torture
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Silence invades
Stifling all thought.
A man stands at the edge
of a chasm, confused,
Alone, lost

He knows this place.
His body language
Makes it obvious.
He is searching,
Something is missing.

He sees it, finally.
The burned wreckage,
Of what was a bridge.
Collapsed down
To that far away floor.

Vague memories,
Of explosives
Made of words and actions,
Come back to him;
He knows where he is.

A whispered word,
Half remembered,
Unconsciously leaves his mouth;
Floats across,
Echoing.

The word grows louder,
As it rebounds,
Bringing torturing clarity
To those oft forgotten
Memories.

His face twists,
Into an ugly,
Grimace, a snarl.
His teeth gnash,
His muscles grow taught.
Tense, he says
The word again.
Louder and louder
It grows, He stands
As if a rock.

He hears the word,
For the first time
Since it left his mouth.
That terrible word.
His tears flow freely.

He stares long and hard
At the depths of that chasm.
His eyes trace the other side,
Looking for some way across.
It is so far away.

That word escapes
His mouth again,
Without thinking;
Her name echoes
Across the canyon.

His brow furrows,
His jaw clenches.
He kicks a rock;
Watches as it falls,
Into the depths.

His eyes search,
Longing for a way.
It is too far.
He paces, faster;
Faster.

Muttering her name,
As the madness strikes,
He flies into a frenzy.
His voice rises
In a feverish crescendo.

Without Warning
He stops, exhausted;
Cries out her name.
The ground rushes up
To meet him.

Unconscious,
He lays on the edge.
His unseeing eyes
Staring at the unend-
Ing sky.

Days, weeks, months,
Pass as he lies.
He forgets, standing.
He stares across the chasm,
Searching…

Who Came Before Us

Published by

Kyle Hanton
Who Came Before Us
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Humans are fickle beings,
in happiness and sorrow,
Sports fandom, marriage,
All of life. Loyalty
Is a hard thing to find.
How are people all over
In “wealthy” countries
Happy, joyful, when people
Are dying, starving sometimes
Right under their noses?
Some men, married
To beautiful women,
Are unfaithful.
Sports legends take
One misstep, suddenly
they become more
Infamous than famous.
How fine that line is.
media pundits first love,
Then hate idols in a blink
Of a hypocritical eye.
Children idolize those they see,
Yet more and more of them
Childhood heroes, those who were
GODS, fall. Drug abusers or
Adulterers, all.
McGuire, 73 home runs-
Asterisk. Woods, 73
Women – Asterisk. Clemens,
300 plus wins – Asterisk.
Baseball, football, Golf,
Singers, actors, politicians.
Who will be next?
Soldiers? Firefighters?
My grandfather?
No. The line has been
Drawn in the sand.
The public longs
For the time (in baseball)
of Kaline and Trammel;
Of Ruth, Gehrig, Maris,
Mantle, and DiMaggio;
Of Cy young and Ty Cobb,
Even of the Black Sox.
We long (in Football)
For Bart Starr, the Ice
Bowl, the Dolphins’
Domination, That first
Superbowl, they let out doves
At halftime.
We long for Teddy and FDR,
JFK, or even Ronald.
We long for honesty,
Frank Sinatra;
Big Jazz bands, unity.
no more arguing, we want
The Andy Griffith Show,
Silent films, The Wizard
Of Oz. We long for simpler
things, when children
Walked five miles uphill
Both ways in the snow
Just to learn to write.
We long for the golden
Age of cultural memory
when everything was
Good and clean and pure.
And so did those
Who came before us.