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I Wish He
Knew
by Jen
I wish he were mine
(You know who I mean)
Then all of my love
Would not go unseen.
The times i share with you
Are heaven in my eyes,
They're as beautiful as a
Sunset and a sunrise.
It's hard to explain how I feel
about you,
The caring, loving, and passion *
too.
Someday you'll know
The true feelings of love,
The you'll feel like I do,
A small helpless dove.
Inside
by Brian Stone
I cannot see
Or feel
The cool soft breeze
Blowing gently
Whispering forgotten thoughts
Carrying lost memories
Or distant pasts
Poetry Contest
Poets can now enter a new
poetry contest with $ll,OOO
in prizes. The contest, sponsored
by the American Poetry
Association, is open to the public
and entry is free. The Grand
Prize is $l,OOO and the First
Prize $5OO.
Poets mat enter the contest by
sending up to six poems, each no
more than 20 lines, name and
address on each page, to American
Poetry Association, Dept. CT-22,
250 A Potrero Street, P.O. Box
1803, Santa Cruz, CA
95061-1803. The contest
remains open until June 30, to
allow students ample time to enter
during spring or summer break.
Poets who enter early will be
invited to another contest with
another $l,OOO Grand Prize.
Creative
Everyone Wants to be
Loved, Not All Are
All I want is for someone to Love
me.
But I have a problem with my
insecurity
I haven't been shown Love from a
mother
I can't remember Love from
another
I’ve lived all my life searching for
this "Love ,,
1 cannot find it, below or above
I live my life with a sunken
emptiness upon my chest
A life without Love is barety
liveable at best
My self image is low, in despair I
do not lack
Why, because I give "Love”, but
no one will give it back
I try so hard, 'till I hurt deep
inside
I end up with nothing, not even my
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annonymous
pride
Love from a family. WHAT??
What is this?
Since I was a child... not even a
gentle kiss
All I can remember is hatred and
fear
No one to Love me from afar or
near
Even now while I am older and all
grown
I still can't find Love, I'm still all
alone
I do my best to be perfect, to be
worthy of anyone's Love
I now believe this thing called
"Love", I will never be worthy of
In my despair, death appears only
relief
To a lonely life without Love
Constantly filled with loneliness,
emptiness and grief
February 1989
Feelings
by Brian Stone
On hearing you
I feel warm inside
Startled, caught unsure
Tripping on my thoughts
But gentle words
Pique my ears
And ease my tensions
Comfort overwhelming
A glimpse of you
My thoughts are flown
On gossamar wings
Dreams with in dreams come true
A golden shinning truth
Outlines a soft, white cloud
Passing lazily
On a azure summer sky
Next to you
My nightmares and fears
Are cast away
Down glistening, silver streams
Falling over beautiful, majestic
waterfalls
Tear drops river down a soft
cheek
To be finally emptied
Into an ocean of tranquility.
What I See
by Brian Stone
Living with
Neo-science, neo-problems
Painful pasts, never ending
anguish
We lead pseudo lives
Passing over
Suppressed minorities, starving
masses
Genocided cultures, lost souls
We block out the less fortunate
Leading us
Ignorant authority, bureaucratic
bullies
Pompous paper pushers,
tyrannical leaders
We are toyed with like political
pawns
In between
Shattered glass, tailor-made
insanity
Smoke-filled rooms, drunken
weekends
We won't admit that we need help