Meggie


I am fromI am from 10,000 lakes And a state you just can稚 mess withI am from
I am from smoky rooms And yellow walls That remained my only constant
I知 from Emmanual Christian Center From The Standard, The Entry, Innovate, and JCP Every Wednesday and Friday night for 4 years
I知 from schools across the metro When moving never ceased Where friends stayed behind And I never heard from them again
I am from book-smarts And street smarts One day I値l say my daddy told me so
I知 from anger I知 from tears From Joe and Jolene


HeavenI died at exactly 11:59 PM on December 31. I was exactly 19 years, 364 days, 23 hours, and 59 minutes old. I was also 9 months pregnant. I knew that it was either my baby or me in the last few seconds, and I am ashamed to say that for a moment I wanted it to be her. But when I saw the angel of death appear in all his glory, with his lovely white robe and his heavenly glow filling the room I was filled with peace, and knew what must be done. As the angel turned gracefully to face me I looked deep into my husbands eyes with tears streaming down my face and my long brown hair strewn across the starch white pillow. In my last moments on earth I sHeaven


Worth waitingI see you and my heart skips a beat Your easy smile Gorgous personality I'm sure we will always be together But in a dark part of my soul Hidden away I question Perhaps I only think this As a comfort Mabey we truly aren't ment to be Mabey all my dreams are lies Could I be happy without you? Is there someone else for me? Am I wasting my time, Dreaming over a lie? But what if I'm not Mabey your worth waiting Will it all pay off? Will I ever know? Or am I stuck in an endless lie?Worth waiting


Not Like The Brady BunchDo you see this family? Isn't it ever so lovely? Come on, open the door Once you do, you hear a war We are not happy We are not classy We are far from normal Nor are we civilNot Like The Brady Bunch
It's not like the Brady Bunch There is only four of us However we never agree Come live in my house for a day You may not want to pass the doorway
My mom yells Walks over us like we are eggshells She says I'm no good But I withstood All of those insults Because I know when I'm an adult I can do what I want And not be taunted
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Pollution MachineWake up on a Tuesday morning The sun is still rising Todays a sad day you say to yourself A day full of grief Because a life was so briefPollution Machine
She was only fifteen Died because of a pollution machine
Now its ten in the morning You are just arriving Everyone dressed in black The parking lot is jam-packed Walk into the funeral home And roam about the people.
The singers sing The priests talk The people cry
The end is nearing But before we start leaving The priest lights incense You watch with suspense He
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You should never let the sunset on tomorrow before the sunrises today.
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You should never let the sunset on tomorrow before the sunrises today.
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If your not living on the edge, then your not really living
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You should never let the sunset on tomorrow before the sunrises today.
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If your not living on the edge, then your not really living
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You should never let the sunset on tomorrow before the sunrises today.
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If your not living on the edge, then your not really living
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You should never let the sunset on tomorrow before the sunrises today.
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If your not living on the edge, then your not really living
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