Jesse Bauer
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A woman with but one live child,
Of eight she had begun,
Cannot understand what haunts her
As a good Christian one.
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(Verse I)
I can’t sleep in this bed tonight
Without you here
And your side is empty now
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Sagittarius, the archer of lore.
With a personality you will adore.
Philosopher, explorer, open of mind.
Half-horse, half-man, a rare kind.
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(Verse I)
I can taste your lips
At my finger tips
Though you’re still so far away
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Dear, God:
I just thought that I’d confess. As your son, I’m not the best. I have sinned and not lightly. I have lost the grip you’ve held so tightly. The straight and narrow is hidden in my crimes: lust, lies, hatred, and swearing so many times. My hope is that your love will forgive, though unworthy, I want to live, in your kingdom in your heart. From your grace, I shall not part. A vacation south is not in my desire; your highness is far beyond a searing fire. I’m lost and lonely, unsure what to do, so may I come and stay with you? Please write back in any form you want, the best is a letter, but please make it legible font. Thanks again for taking this time, to read my prayer and bless my rhyme. I look forward to your letter. I believe that’s all it takes to feel much better. Forgive my writing, it’s sometimes messy. I’m writing with love.
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The Story
By: Savanna Hilyer
The girl is holding a black hole. its her heart. All the pins are being pushed into
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I held it in for the longest time how much I loved you so.
I always knew you'd never love me, And hoped this love would go.
It tore me apart at my very seams, you grasped my soul and squeezed.
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He swore that he would love you.
Said that he would stay.
Even now, when at school,
others point and say,
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I feel this love like a heavy load
our love a quilt that's tightly sewed
pieces patched in abstract places
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I lie here sleepless watching you, with a proudly well shown smile.
Knowing just to have you love me, I'll go that extra mile.
My love for you, it flourishes, by day and days from there.
That love grows on in every day, with more than I can spare.
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Nervous girl, hands are shaking.
Tears rolling down cold black metal.
Why was she crying? this has to be done.
Holding back, a sign of weakness.
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A boy falls in love, he doesn't know why.
He tries to tell her, but always is shy.
when he tries and he fails, he gets up for more.
As long as she's alive, he'll have her for sure.
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She hides in her covers and cries herself to sleep.
Tied to half-truths and whole lies, the reasons she weeps.
Bound so, by a contortionist of hopes and dreams.
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We fail to see
how relentless we can be.
Breaking, never holding back
‘til the destruction can be seen.
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Why have heroes? Why have hope?
Why have idols? I ask you, why?
We all have goals, sometimes dreams,
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Grace, kindness, and with such beauty.
Any man would kill for her.
Life passing by this girl so fast,
Much of it is left a blur.
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Growing up is just a dream.
Childhood memories gone by.
From Missoula, Montana,
but to later say goodbye.
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I’d never felt I was in love,
I’d never been so scared.
I’d never gave up my body,
But for her, all this, I dared.
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I've fallen in love with another girl,
She's not my girl, she's my whole world.
I like my girl, but I lover her so.
This feels like a prime time TV show.
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I've known you for a time,
but little do I know.
You change constantly,
your looks, your mind, your emotion.
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Jesse Bauer Biography
I grew up an outspoken child, always having my own opinion about things. I was never popular for it, and often it made me the target of ridicule. I started gaining weight at only 9 years old and never did get thin again, giving more reason for the other students to mock me. Despite the years of ridicule I lived through, I only wrote one poem dealing with the issue after the tragedy at Virginia Tech, 'Rise.' My family was never stable and constantly fought about any issue that came up. My parents never loved me, often they would threaten to throw me out or even kill me for my disrespect for them. I wrote only a few poems about such things. Most of my poetry deals with love, and more often the bad side of it. I enjoy writing about situations that many teens have or will experience as a way of either consolling them or at least preparing them for what may come. For now I hide my emotions behind laughter and comedy, hoping no one will notice the real me living underneath. Acceptance is a rare thing these days.)
The Best Poem Of Jesse Bauer
The Crucible
A woman with but one live child,
Of eight she had begun,
Cannot understand what haunts her
As a good Christian one.
She asks of she who can speak death
To raise them and ask why.
They dance in the woods in moonlight
Some dreaming they can fly.
Barbados songs of death are sung,
Into the pot go the spoils.
A young girl with undying lust,
Denied the fruit of toils.
This young girl gone crazy with love,
Tastes red of chicken blood.
Impatient with the spirit world.
Not waiting for her stud.
The preacher comes to see the dance
Girl screaming in her fear.
If they had been found out tonight,
End of it is not near.
Lover’s sister now cannot wake.
Eyes are closed, simply still.
The preacher knows of what they’ve done
Refusing to speak ill.
Devil work suspected in this
He will not lose his church.
And there the little girl lie,
Without twitch, nor a lurch.
He who sees himself of power,
Comes when he hears the news.
His own daughter also sleeps deep.
She of eight sees to weep.
Fingers point to she who serves them.
Death speaker, colored skin.
Blame is thrown at the lonely slave.
They covet unproved sin.
Tries to say, she sees no devil.
They won’t believe a witch.
She would confess, but just to guilt.
Saying lies she would snitch.
Many would hang; a tragic sight.
Some good Christian old folk.
Young girls, hiding from their actions,
Proclaim from necks they’d hang.
One man who Lover loves so dear,
Would stand against the noose
To end the lies of these young girls
Through her try to seduce.
Fingers point at this young man,
A threat to their good name.
He could take their sainthood away.
Stripping them of their fame.
In joy and sorrow, one repents.
Lover’s love is now barred.
She plans to save him, run away.
Young man would rather see her charred.
He won’t confess to those in black.
And so on scaffold stands.
They pray to God for one last time.
Tight ropes, cracked necks, cold hands.
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