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My daughter Fears silence and the thoughts in her head my daughter spurns pauses and the dreams from her bed My daughter collects noise of all size and shape whether it is video, CD ipod or cosset tape She surrounds herself with words of living audible books with the rhymes from poetry slams preformed in hidden nooks She surrounds herself is a blanket of familiar songs about life, adventures, happiness and love's wrongs She hides herself in the coax of scripted TV plots to which eager fan girls play connect the dots She loses herself in movies that play to the her heart or perhaps make her laugh or are full of abstract art She forc

A loved book I met the girl of my dreams in the old bookstore downtown. I was just sitting there amongst the others. Some of them were bigger than me. Some of them looked brighter than me. Some of them were much younger than me. Some of them were filled with adventure. Some of them already knew all about love. Some of them came from far way. Some of them were local classics. Yet despite all this, I was the one she choose to bless with the light skim of her soft fingertips as they brushed along my spine. She lifted me up from my isolated spot. She placed me gently in her hands so she could see me better. She held me close to her face and brea

Daughter                           Mother I stay up late every night         I stay up late every night Listening to him cry aloud                                           Wondering where I went wrong I am so tired                      I am so tired Of changing his diapers                                   Of answering their question I can’t go out in public           I can’t go out in public Pushing the stroller in shame                                   Know it is really me they blame Stop glaring!                      Stop glaring? He is the sweetest baby                                   He seemed the nicest boy From the

The Babysitter By Kat Merriman you told me to watch the children you left us home all alone so you left me no other options then to handle this on my own I don’t understand your non-stop complaining considering I spent all of today entertaining so what if there is a pillow fort in the living room setup in front of the movie we never did resume who care if we used up all of mommy’s cookie dough or if the dishes in the sink have gone a little over flow the hopscotch design we drew on the floor in the entry hall is made of out only bright pink washable chalk if i do recall the hearts on your bedroom door may turn out more t

My child does not say I love you to me at night She will not kiss my cheek Before I go turn off the light My child wines and whimpers Her bright eyes are pleading My child let out of her mouth Sounds of soul deep needing Just one more chapter! Is her parting word One last page! Her Soft voice is heard My child yearns for the color Purple to paint her dreams For the chronicles of Narnia To give her great schemes For the song of the mocking Bird she dare not kill And the tales of Tolkien To bring their thrill My child waits silent in the Dark for the tragic ends Of Romeo, Hamlet, Macbeth, And more of her friends She has pined for a pas

Where the lilies did bloom by Kat Merriman He and me met long ago in a place far away Where the lilies would bloom on a hot summer’s day Where the markets places were always full And the glimmer of life was never dull I were selling flowers that grew bitterly sweet You ran to the fountain, escaping the heat As luck would have it your eyes I found Mine a soft green and yours a rich brown In that moment my heart you did consume In a place far away where the lilies did bloom My eyes trapped by yours, I stood painfully still As if you had turned me to stone by use of your will You shown your smile and extended your hand You were as w

Noise hovers around me Constant and ever flowing Used worlds piles up like Snow when it’s snowing Words are used without Thought or emotion Hundreds of mouths move Never stopping motion None of seem To stop and notice How pretty words are Like the petals of a locus None of us seem To stop and wonder How powerful words are Like the howl of get thunder None of us seem To stop and admire How words can express Your deepest heart’s desire None of us seem To stop and explain Why we take advantage of Words with cruel distain And yet there is a few The slightest amount Of us who know what Words are really about There are those

Come here little child Come into my arms I will hold you close and Keep you safe from harm Lay down your troubles They can’t touch you here Where love is ever flowing Danger is never near But when you must go Take with you this prayer Sing it softly and Float it though the air When I hear the echo Slowly dying down I’ll know where you are And how you can be found So listen carefully and Keep it in your heart Here is my prayer for you And this is how it starts “Forget the hard times They mean nothing to you now I will bet there soon Forget why or when or how Never mind the struggles They won’t last for long

When I am alone With nothing to do I will close my eyes And think of you My handsome prince from A world I once knew Because sometimes if I close my eyes tight I can almost pretend Everything is alright And that you will be in My arms come morning light And we dance Far too late And we keep Tempting fate And we have Nothing to hate And love was Never wrong And you sang a Sweet song And we would Last forever long But these are just Hopeless dreams Ones you ripped At the seams I am left crying Rivers and streams As I patiently wait For a man who is true Waiting for so long Unsure of what to do Because I know that Man was once you

The girl you’ll never be   By Kat Merriman There is a girl I can never be Because she is Better than me Her eyes are More cruel And they make The men drool Her long hair Is more lush Her smile makes Us all blush She is taller Than most She never Had to coax That’s the girl I’ll never be She is always Better than me She aces Every class She’s up to Every task She lands All the leads She continuously Succeeds Every silly word She mutters Makes the Bravest stutter She is the girl I’ll never need to be Because my best Will always be me I might not get Asked to every dance Yet I know that There is the