Updates: Media (lyrics) has a new layout. I could never figure out how to lay it out, but it's easier to navigate now. I'm still working on a better duplicate Mamblog mod. I'm trying to make submittions easier but the poetry form died for some reason. Quizzes are also on their way from the old site. Joomla content isn't very code friendly so I'm having to rewrite old code. You can still click on News > AH v21 > Screen if you wish to use the quizzes.
Some advise just a moment
From me to each poet,
That a blank piece of paper means nothing to me.
Get it dirty or wrinkled or at least get a pen
And draw a bunch of green little men
And soon you may find
In the shortest of time
That the little green men
Have picked up the pen
And written a poem for you
All just because you doodled with care
On the blank piece of paper sitting there
Waiting in wonder for your mind to run free
And let it be what it wanted to be
The unicorn is a mystic horse
And Pegasus as well of course
But horses make a worry sport
A danger in themselves they find
Is often not a peace of mind
But often times they come up short
Though perfect in our eyes, they're not
As animals they sometimes forgot
That as the master what we teach
They must always try to reach
The highest honor and prestige
Is what will cause a tiresome siege.
But if we push them often enough
And if their hearts are strong and tough
The blue ribbon and trophy you'll receive
And a lasting friendship you will weave.
I thought you were a healer, a friend, a mother
I thought that you and your significant other
were supposed to help me in my time of need,
help me to realize inside I had been freed
freed from the anger and hatred I held
inside me that was securely weld
to my heart and soul; it tightly grasped
onto the emptiness that was clasped
like a choker around my neck
inside I was an emotional wreck
no thanks to you
I found my way through
no thanks to you I am still here today
I thought of leaving almost every day
I thought of this town, one of impossible dreams
and I found myself in a play where I was the queen
the queen of hearts, though mine was broken,
I had hoped to receive one as a token
of your love and affection, though it is true
I was never able to say, "I love you"
It became a joke that I would not hug you
you found it humorous; you didn't have a clue
a hug means comfort, love and affection;
empathy was your strongest affliction
for you know not what comfort to give
nor how I feared I would always live
alone and in fear
of never having someone near
though I always hoped that you would be the one
who would finally come and carry the sun
back into my world of darkness and fear
and that you would always be near
At a blank piece of paper I sit and stare
Imagining a world without a care
But here I sit and there it stays,
A blank piece of paper with nothing to say
So many possibilities and dreams to come true
A field of green and a sky of blue,
A beautiful rose and a butterfly
Where no one knows what it's like to cry
Yet out there somewhere there has to be
Someone as terribly confused as me
With many a wonder and many a care
Yet doing nothing but sitting there
And thinking about the evening sky
As a butterfly passes by
And in their hand they hold a dream
Something not nearly as bad as it seems
For dreams do come true
It has happened to few
But this is just my imagination
A wonderful life of my own creation
But then I remember that dreams can come true
And that I just might be one of the few.
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