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My Nightime Walks When I was in highschool I used to go walking at night. Sometimes I wrote poetry under the moonlight. I found this park with a swing in it. I sometimes sat in that park before walking down to my friend's house. Sometimes I used to see these catlike girls at school. There was a whole ground of them. They were all catlike and some were pretty. This was after I left my track team and had just return from high school cross-country pronvincials. The Lioness Girl The Lioness Girl tosses her hair with Heavy passion and pride Her competitive boldness and confidence Makes people shrink into the corners On either side Her bold character which she Has molded herself into Over the years Continues to take shape. As she conquers Each one of her fears. uuuuuuuu jjjjjj jjjj "Roses grow on ruins" -Katie lodge 2003 Roses grow on ruins But I can no longer Be a rose I will slowly loose All of my petals As the doors to heaven close. 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The Closed Mind Close up your mind And soon you will find All that lays within That one tiny line Soon you may find That you are confined Life is full of so many realities With so many different faces But instead you close up your mind And continue to stare At all that lays Between that one tiny line Betrayal There is a yearning of betrayal As the truth sinks in You fight an internal battle within Even in times of cold A great human spirit Cannot be sold You create power and passion when you are bold There is always a kind magic That pushes you through hell Because beauty will arise in darkness And cast an unbreakable spell The Top of the Rope Life never came with a warning label Describing the tears that you might cry Trust never came with a bonding agent To mend a heart shattered by lies Life never came with a warranty Promising the existance of hope But it did come with enough tiny fibers To weave a sky high rope With enough persistance Up this rope you will climb Clinging most freely With your goal at the back of your mind You will pass through a starry world And then in Heaven We will dine The Garden Statue There was a rose garden And in it stood a statue of a girl She spend many years Living in a creative world She met her fate And ended up with wounds And here the statue of her stands Guarded by roses and harpoons