To my xoxo

To my xoxo

my gosh!!!

The day has finally arrived,
It’s our graduation time,
From now till then, we’ll look back on this diploma,
Knowing that we reached this far, knowing that we can do anything if we just put our minds to it.
So let’s enjoy this very moment,
Dreaming things that we never dreamed before,
Dreaming that we will fly away with the birds to reach our goal in life someday.
So just remember this diploma lying in each of our hands show our parents how much we accomplished a great deal.

You Were My Heart

You Were My Heart

You brought me hope, when I had none,
I thought you were my destiny, I thought you were the one.
And I don’t understand why we couldn’t be,
You seemed so perfect, you were everything to me.

You gave me love, when I had little,
I opened my heart to you, it was so brittle.
Each day thats passed, I’ve shed a tear,
I’m lost in love, without you here,

You were my heart, you will forever be,
Beautiful memories that will stay forever with me,
That day its coming, and I’m scared to cry,
I know I’ll be thinking of you, and once again ask why?’

This poem was written/submitted by Pauline Murphy

Friendship Never Ends

We were in kindergarten when we became friends,
we made a packed we’d be friends till the end.
playing on the playground swingin’ on the swings,
next thing we know we’d be teens.

Telling secrets, talking about boys,
Growing up, getting rid of all our toys.
Talking to each other on the phone,
Knowing that we’d never be alone.

Your the person I can tell everything,
and you wouldn’t laugh at me when I tried to sing.
I could always be a dork with you,
And you could be a dork with me too.

And even when we had our fights,
Some how we knew everything would be alright.
Ya, sure we had our ups and downs,
We shared our smiles and our frowns.

But no matter what we stayed friends,
You were here through the thick and thin.
I love you more then words can say,
and I wish you never had to go away.

Even though you can’t be here,
I thank God for all the years.
that we got to spend together,
our friendship I will always Treasure!

This poem was written/submitted by Janine.

The tears…

I cry…
I die…
I feel my tears so hold me close…

No one understand about my heart…
No one understand how can I death in here…

I just feel the dark is hold me close !!
I just feel the tears make me die alone !!
I don’t understand…
This time is very empty !

I cry
but no one ask me why ?
I die
but no one to take me out from the ugly room.

Why must be alone ?

This poem was written/submitted by Ocha.

why

Why is it that no one understands my feelings?
The tears, the anger, the weakness that’s within,
They act as if I’m an empty bin,
The way I hide from the pain,
People think it’s just a game,
They think I can not feel,
But I can and it’s very real,
This is how I feel.

This poem was written/submitted by Rebecca Figueroa.

mga

"A Friend of the Family"
From "Debits and Credits" (1919-1923)
Once on a time, the ancient legends tell,
Truth, rising from the bottom of her well,
Looked on the world, but, hearing how it lied,
Returned to her seclusion horrified.
There she abode, so conscious of her worth,
Not even Pilate's Question called her forth,
Nor Galileo, kneeling to deny
The Laws that hold our Planet 'neath the sky.
Meantime, her kindlier sister, whom men call
Fiction, did all her work and more than all,
With so much zeal, devotion, tact, and care,
That no one noticed Truth was otherwhere.

Then came a War when, bombed and gassed and mined,
Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And through the dust and glare and wreck of things,
Beheld a phantom on unbalanced wings,
Reeling and groping, dazed, dishevelled, dumb,
But semaphoring direr deeds to come.

Truth hailed and bade her stand; the quavering shade
Clung to her knees and babbled, "Sister, aid!
I am--I was--thy Deputy, and men
Besought me for my useful tongue or pen
To gloss their gentle deeds, and I complied,
And they, and thy demands, were satisfied.
But this--" she pointed o'er the blistered plain,
Where men as Gods and devils wrought amain--
"This is beyond me! Take thy work again."

Tablets and pen transferred, she fled afar,
And Truth assumed the record of the War...
She saw, she heard, she read, she tried to tell
Facts beyond precedent and parallel--
Unfit to hint or breathe, much less to write,
But happening every minute, day and night.
She called for proof. It came. The dossiers grew.
She marked them, first, "Return. This can't be true."
Then, underneath the cold official word:
"This is not really half of what occurred."

She faced herself at last, the story runs,
And telegraphed her sister: "Come at once.
Facts out of hand. Unable overtake
Without your aid. Come back for Truth's own sake!
Co-equal rank and powers if you agree.
They need us both, but you far more than me!"

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