Missy Lynn

Missy Lynn Poems

Remember little jack sprat
Remember three little pigs
Remember all those fairy tales
That seemed so real to us a kids
...

Trust is
A light that shines in your eyes
Bright and flickering
As a candle in the breeze
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Grandmother’s love is
Richer
Then all
The treasures in the world
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The calm of night is rustled
By gentle voices upon the breath of wind
The stillness that covers crackled under
The feet of evening’s bitterest gust
...

When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me
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Sweat beads down my face
90 degrees Toiling over fire
I never complained in this
(I cook, I clean)
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Cool and clean your voice
Speaks smoothly
Floating to the
Core of my being
...

Past times are strange
Sometimes funny
Sometimes sad
The past
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Minds aflame with adoration
Souls alive in desperation
Bodies burning in delight
Try as you may and try as you might
...

Big cities, small towns
Pent homes, farmhouse
Ghetto, Park Avenue
Public, privet
...

I see you upon a breath of light
Lying downward on this night
You are so small and sweet it seems
Beginning to dream infant dreams
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You are a monster
You destroy my life
You cause me fury and hate
A never-ending barrow of pain and strife
...

My grandmother is here with me
She serves my cup of tea
And loves me more, as her sweet pea
My grandmother is here right now
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Do you know the feeling
That it is to lose a friend?
To have someone so close
Shatched away?
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Quite child, do not scream
Now is the time to dream
Pony rides and Puppy dogs
Real big slides and Lincoln logs
...

The forlorn meant of age
Wisping time flies by
Locked steel cages
We wait, patiently, but why?
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Happy baby, sweet little boy
Nice tiny child
Parents pride and joy
Look like an angel
...

I tried to say no
But he pursued
I tried to push
But he was stronger
...

Done
I am done
Done with pain
Finished with abuse
...

20.

Late at night
When the world is still
I shed a tear
For the lost, gone
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Missy Lynn Biography

Missy Lynn is just a pen name for (Erin is the real name) Please read and enjoy. I Love feedback.)

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Remember Then And Now

Remember little jack sprat
Remember three little pigs
Remember all those fairy tales
That seemed so real to us a kids

Remember mother goose
Remember Cinderella going to the ball
Remember the old lady in the shoe
Remember sleeping beauty eyes closed and all

Remember growing up and out
Remember getting rid of baby things
Remember watching Disney
And not singing barney songs we used to sing

Remember getting grow up
Remember sleeping in big kid beds
Remember ditching Barbie dolls
And tiring to flush their heads

Remember going to jr. high
Remember how scary it seemed
Remember getting used it
But not to getting picked last on teams

Remember when people had cliques
Remember when you were not part one
Remember when people started acting weird
But with your friends you still had fun

Remember eight-gread graduation
Remember high school seeming tough
Remember the day you got there
And it really wasn't that rough

Someday you'll look back
And remember doing this too
It seems weird now but
But it depends on your attitude

Missy Lynn Comments

Richard Stilwell 29 December 2005

You have much wisdom young lady and I thank you for sharing your mind with me. Keep doing what you are doing and by the time you are my age you will have thousands of poems and practice writing them. You can only get better and you are already great! Later, Rick

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