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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Another Poetry Interlude -
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by Caty Eye
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Alot of you guys find my poetry depressing, sad, whatever, well it is..
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Not much is happy, though I will try to scratch up a couple of the happy
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ones too, I know I have a couple laying around here somewhere.. But most
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of it is, indeed, depressing.. because, well, because that's just me, and
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my style I guess.. who knows.. My poetry is my way of expressing my
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feelings of hurt/anger/saddness/depression whatever you would like to call
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it.. I easily express my happy feelings, but it is the hurt that always
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seems to have trouble spewing out.. If I wasn't so nice and respectful to
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others I probably wouldn't have this problem, really.. I always keep
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things bottled up inside of me though, I'll take anything you can dish out
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to me, but more than likely, I won't dish anything back out to you, I'll
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just bottle it up and store it away.. Sucks, eh? Yeah, I know, tell me
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about it, I live it.. I'm getting a little better with that though, not a
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whole heck of a lot, but a little, it's the way I was raised I guess, I
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was never allowed to raise my voice, or protest anything without being
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severely punished for it, so I kept quiet all of the time!
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Enough of my babble.. here are some poems, these poems have been
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accumulated over the years, dealing with very hard and troubling times for
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me, this has been my way to make myself feel better.. I think my later
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poems are better, because as I've aged, I've matured, and found my own
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styles, some better than others.. all of my poems have extreme meaning and
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strong feelings behind them, who knows, maybe someone will actually stop
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and thinking about something soon following........ Since there are fewer,
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we'll do happy poems first.
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My sun is always shining, never does it rain
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I have you to thank for that, for playing my game
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Not once would you think about, giving up on me
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And how much you love me, I can easily see
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Friendship brought us together, love might take us apart
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The thing that I fear most, if that I will break your heart
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I may not show it often, but I love you so much
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And my heart beats differently, at your very touch
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Should my sunshine fade, or the raindrops fall
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Always remember, I will come at your call
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You fullfill all of my dreams of hope, love and life
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And if we could make it that far, I'd happily be your wife
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March 25, 1992 10AM
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"My Sunshine"
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A rose is a gentle thing,
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just like my heart,
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Dare not to break it,
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it would tear me apart.
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I know what we have,
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is only a small start
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But my feelings inside,
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have just hit me like a dart.
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My love is a great thing,
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gentle and free,
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You've got to earn your rights,
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to become a part of me.
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But once you've done that,
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can't you see,
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It would be very painful,
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if you set it all free.
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So, what do you think,
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is it worth a shot,
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You have to let me know,
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if this means a lot.
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And I know what you're thinking,
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what a lot of bull,
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But if that's how you feel,
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then you're the fool.
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And with all of this,
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I give you my symbol,
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A white dove for you,
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a gift from me,
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My symboly of love,
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now do you see?
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August 6, 1991
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"A Start"
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Always landing on all fours
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no matter how hard they fall
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no matter how long they drop
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always poised and graceful
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Always purring, and lurking about
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no matter what mood they're in
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no matter who is around
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always poised and somewhat playful
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Always there when someone needs them
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no matter where they are or have been
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no matter where they're going or have gone
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always poised and pretty joyful
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July 14, 1992 11PM
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"Cats"
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Someone to understand
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is all I need
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Someone to listen to care
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not a big greed
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I thought I had this person,
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what I thought was wrong
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True friends are forever
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they're what keep hearts strong
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So when you think you've got a catch
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you'd better think twice
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People can be very tricky
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so make sure they're really nice
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I never liked to get hurt
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but who ever really does
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No one care for any extra pain
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what life brings is enough
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Before you go and gloat
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be sure you're really safe
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You don't want to sink your own boat
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so check for more than just a pretty face
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August 27, 1991 10:30PM
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"Inside Out"
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"And now, for something a little different...."
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Another day gone at last
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Two good friends, away they passed
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Another broken heart to mend
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Crying out for me, and only me, Jen
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Another sticky situation on this day
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What can I do, what can I say?
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His cries are serious, his cries are silent
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But how can I stop his aweful violence
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What does he want, what does he need?
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All he longs for is to stop his heart bleed
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All he needs is an open ear
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To let out his feelings on death, his biggest fear
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But memories will help him along
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They'll help take care of all that's wrong
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But nothing at all can take away his pain
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He's just lost a sister, to this there's nothing to gain
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Nothing can take away his terrible pain, for sure
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Because heartbreak, definatly, has no cure
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November 11, 1991 9:23PM
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"Heartbreak"
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Everynight she sits there alone,
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She can think of nothing but herself and you
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She sits there alone at heaven's door
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Knocking and knocking, finally to enter
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Once inside, she looks around
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The rooms are so beautiful
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Full of excitment and joy
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But she finds herself alone
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Shouting and screaming, no one answers
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No one hears a lonely girls cries of pain
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She quiets, calms, searching for a clue
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Into a bright she wandered; a key
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Trying to put together a puzzle,
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A broken puzzle, the center piece missing
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After looking at the unfinished puzzle for hours
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She came to realize the piece was irreplaceable
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The bright room suddenly darkened
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Crumbled, torn apart, the puzzle is places back in it's box
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Useless, uncared for, never thought of again
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This puzzle brought forth only heartache
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The search incomplete, like everything else
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The lonely girls walks away, alone as entered
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I walked through Heavens dorrs worse than before
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Looking back, with a tear in my eye
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I cried a good-bye to the lonely house of pain
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August 31, 1992
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"House of Pain"
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A cold and lonely night
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No one is around
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A lonely girl sits all alone
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Arms folded for warmth and security
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Head down to hide her tears
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At first glance up she searches
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Searching for something not in her reach
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She quickly gives up hope
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Sitting there alone; it starts to rain
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The girl lets out a sudden scream
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Picking her head up once again
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Again, realizing she is alone
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She cries out louder and louder
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Hoping someone could hear her
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As I sat there, alone in the rain
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Crying to myself, all I craved
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Was the touch of another
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Someone's voice to tell me all would be okay
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Someone to hold me, and hide the rain
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My third glance up was total blackness
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A sudden waken from my sleep
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Sweating coldly, shaking in fright
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I looked around, only to find myself
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Alone and scared
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August 30, 1992 7:27PM
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"Alone and Scared"
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That's it for now.. I think that may be too many as it is.. if you guys
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want more, I'll do more, if not, I won't, but it's up to you, you have
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to read it.. It's no problem to type out.. I have many, many more..
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typing this stirred up many feelings and thoughts, I hope it stirred up
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something in someone else besides just me!
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All of the above poems are original pieces of work by me, and only me!
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--Cat Eye
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