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Poems copyright ©2003
Diana R. Tyler
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Everyone has an imagination,
Filled with some sort of their own little creation.
Imagination brings sweet dreams,
Of party, summer and winter themes.
Have you ever thought of flying,
And never ever dying?
Imagination can do that for you,
And all you have to do,
Is dream of a little creation.
Almighty God,
Above the stars,
Please fill us with joy,
That will always be ours.
Show us the light,
You shine from above,
And let us all,
Have a chance to experience love.
Fill our dreams with hopes of the future,
Not the past.
And let the fight of today,
Be the last.
Please make the time,
Not go so fast,
So all of our dreams,
Can last and last.
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Sometimes I feel Joy,
Sometimes I feel Pain.
Sometimes it's all the same.
I can't seem to break the seal,
The pain seems so unreal.
Sometimes I don't know if I can deal.
I look up into the sky,
And wish I could fly.
Cause, if I could fly...
I'd fly far,far,away.
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You left one night,
Without saying goodbye.
Even though I satrted to cry,
You never turned around.
A few years later
Standing over your grave,
A lot to hate,
A lot to grieve,
But no one to miss
You weren't there for me anyway.
My mind and body feels anger,
My heart feels pain.
Why did you leave me here
With nothing to gain?
Sometimes I think you never did care,
Other times I think you did
But couldn't be there.
Sometimes I felt I had to choose,
Then I had to break the rules.
I didn't choose either,
Not even you.
I was so confused,
I didn't want to choose,
Please know that it wasn't you,
I loved and needed you,
But now I love and miss you.
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Sometimes I feel sober,
Sometimes I feel high.
Sometimes I ask myself questions,
The ask myself why.
Sometimes I feel happy,
Sometimes I feel sad.
Sometimes its all the same.
Sometimes the pain hits hard,
Sometimes it doesn't hit at all.
But when it does, it doesn't cut me any slack,
And all the memories come rushing back.
Sometimes the pain hits so hard,
It pushes me to the edge.
I don't know what would happen,
If I ever broke the ledge.
Every pain and every hurt
Causes a crack.
And I will continue to suffer,
Until it breaks the ledge.
Away from the world,
Away from the thoughts.
Away from everything,
And that was the cost.
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Index
Imagination
The Prayer
Far,Far,Away
I Miss You
Breaking
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