Jennifer Helton Poems

Art, the beginning of my day. What! Oh I never would have thought of liking you, until the first text given between us. It was a window to opportunity, but wait! I might say the wrong thing.... Oh shoot lets keep it slow, I don't want to loose you. But on the other hand, do you want to loose me?
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As I sit in class and wonder why? I urn for the eyes contact we will never have, why shall I want you? I never wanted you when I had you. So now Im trapped in a puddle of sorrows only looking for your face for a glimpse of what I use to know, an look forward to.
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Life is like a drop of rain falling from the sky not knowing its end or destation, just falling and falling till one day it just gets eaiser cause its use to falling... then bam the end is there, no more thoughts, and more dreams. just a puddle of what happened on the way.
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In the day of dawn
they creap up,
unto the blistering sun.
They twist and they turn
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What am I suspose to do?
what should I do?
should I just sit here
or stand?
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All but three years agao I left
I had to go to a new place.
I feel that I will see him again but thus only in a dream.
oh mighty god our lord Jesus,
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I found it!
so shiny and bright.
it looked like a big ballone,
but I found it
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The day.
of sparks and flars
people gather to see
the fire in the sky,
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