Hi! Well, if you take the time to ead this, I thank you. No, really, thanks! Anyway, I am not a normal teenager, I am very... different... okay, lets face it, I am weird. I write poetry for crying out loud! Well, please read my poems... um... yeah... thanks again! more »
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Jackie Crow Poems
Eyes Of An Angel
She once looked into an angel's eyes. No matter how hard that angel tries, The angel can't disguse, The compassion in the angel's eyes.
I Still Miss You
Enough is enough! I can't take anymore! You played too rough. You ruined a heart that was still so pure.
If You Knew
Maybe I think too much, Maybe if I told you, You'd care.
I'm Still Here
I'm here. Do you see me? I'm here.
Skin my hide, Eat my pride. With your lack of rue,
Cut it with knives, Steal it's extra lives, Beat it with a hammer,
Never The Same
When sorrow, Turns one emo, And pride,
Me and You
Me. I'm alone. I'm so sorry. Me.
So long ago I knew, I time with no blue. Now to go back, I'd give up all but you.
Lie of a Lifetime
The truth will inspire, The soul of one like me, Yet I am a liar, I have and will always be.
I Think I Am Insane
All alone in this room, I feel weird and maybe insane, Then like a bomb there's a boom, Into my mind storms a train.
When Paths Don't Cross
Never seeing you, Never hearing your laugh, Makes the rare occasion, Of you so special.
Confusion Of The Worst Kind
See you there, All alone, My heart makes a little tear.
What if you loved me? Would I be happy? I suppose I would.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Eyes Of An Angel
She once looked into an angel's eyes.
No matter how hard that angel tries,
The angel can't disguse,
The compassion in the angel's eyes.
The angel denies,
The angel doesn't see the tears she cries,
Every time the angel comes near, a peice of hear heart dies,
All because of the angel's eyes.
She hates the angel, but the angel's eyes,
Make up for all the lies,
And at night the angel flies,
Watches her dream about the angel's eyes.
She stops and sighs,
Stops crying when she really tries,
Thinks about pain and its enormous size, ...