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LOST AND FOUND (Lost someone you love?)

LOST AND FOUND

I lost you
One day while on my way to….
I don’t remember now
I was…I mean we were
And then you were…gone

Gone, how can you be gone?
I was just talking to you
I was talking to you and then
I turned, you said something
And then you were…gone

I lost you
I did not ever want to lose you
Life without you is not real
How can you be gone
It doesn’t make sense
Gone…you’re gone

Maybe if I held on tighter
Maybe if I had
Had done…what?
How could I have stopped it
How could I prevent such a tragic…
Gone…you’re gone

I went looking for you today
I did not want to accept it
I went everywhere to find you
I even stopped at the lost and found
You know the one at the library
Where you and I spent hours…
I lost you

I thought I saw you and ran
Tears streaming down my eyes
Ran until I could not run anymore
I fell in the grass
Down on my knees

It was not you
I lost you
I remember now
Tears running down my cheeks
I heard myself wailing
People where staring

Then I felt a peace come over me
Looked up and a man
He had his hand on my shoulder
He said “I am sorry”
And then he said “I can only help you understand”
“but I cannot help you accept”

I understood that.
Because even after I knew why
My heart still hurt for you
My head would not let me forget you

But then I realized
I didn’t want to forget you
I love you and want to remember that
I want to remember your smile, your eyes
I want to remember how your presence
Made my world a better place

I lost you…I cried
Then one day I found you
Not where I expected to find you
Not in the places we had been
Not where I had seen you last or most
But inside of me I found you

Where you will live forever
And my tears are a gift to you
I am just watering our new relationship
The one that is growing inside me
Where I can find you, just as you were
The last time
Oh, and everytime…I saw you

By Scott A. Scherer
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
While watching a program, this came to me. 7:49 pm Feb 23rd, 2010
Not an easy thing to write. I wept much thinking of all those who have lost babies, children, spouses, loved ones through natural death, illness, wars, crime, divorce and other reason. I am sorry for your loss and mine. This is for you.
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Unknown

loss

you left without a reason why, you never even said goodbye,now these tears for you i cry,my heart it breaks with every step i take,you left me alone with all this heartache,life they say it still goes on but not for me now that you are gone. you were the one true love that i had,now thats gone i feel so sad,life will never be the same, you are in my heart and on my brain,how i wish to hold you near and have you tell me things i long to hear, i will always miss you it will never fade,time will not take that away,memories of you are every where.
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Unknown

WHERE WILL WE BOTH MEET

If i was in heaven and you werent there ill write your name on a golden chair for all the angels there to see that i love you and you love me and if your not there by judgment day ill know that youve turned the other way just to proof my love to you is true ill go to hell just to be with you
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
This poem was written for a truly loved member in their memory
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Victorsfmallare

NUMMMMMMMMMM

My soul no longer remains
have grown numb to lifes deep pains
hate breeds evil stains
no laughter or joy to b gain
false effort good done in vain
so light has gone away
no room for me to pray
heart ripped out to lay
in the past to where it stays
for my sins I must pay
no mercy for my way
fight each memorie everyday
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Take how you want this my first write comments was kinda n a dark spell
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Unknown

Missing You

Another year has come and gone
without you here, has it been so long
A new beginning, a fresh new start
Learning to live with us apart

Always here with us you'll be
through these tough times you see
From above you guide us still
These days without you we must fill

Missing you much this time of year
We move forward tho blindly we steer
The hurt it remains
there is still so much pain

Some days the emotions are still raw
but from you our strength we do draw
Remembering the good
Trying to move forward as we should

You left such a void in our lives when you died
It still hurts these days we have cried
Missing you so much, so much
Wanting nothing more than to feel your touch

Touch us you do each and every day
For it is in our hearts where you stay
Strength to move forward each day we must find
The love in our hearts to each other does bind

Each day I watch our girls grow
Each day it gets easier although it is slow
Each smile, each hug, each cry, each kiss
We keep going not matter how much we miss

Thoughts of you come and go
Everyday your love we know
Some days they are tough
Your memory barely enough

We miss you so much
Thoughts of you we clutch
To our souls and our hearts
Through this time we're apart
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
My husband passed away suddenly from a heart attack in 2009 and I frequently write about not only him but also how I feel.
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soquiliquay

Dear Johnathan

Your birthday is coming up, wow. Six years old. Before you know it, you won`t need me anymore. You won`t be there when I wake up anymore to wish me a good morning. Nor will you be there to say good-night. I can`t remember a day I didn`t feel you watching over me. And I know you`ve been there for your father, maybe inadvertently trying to bring us back together in some way or other.

I`m sure you spend a lot of time with your grandma, she`ll teach you the things that I can`t. Like what`s so captivating about grandpa, and how to spend equal amounts of time with family. Or maybe how to find that quiet spot where you can just sit and think.

You`ve been such a good boy all these six years, I couldn`t imagine any better son.

Picturing you in my mind, I see you with your fathers` eyes, something that attracted me to him when I first saw him. I believe like him, you`ve just as protective over those that you love. From me, I like to think you have my intensity for the arts and my sense of humor. With all of those combinations, I trust you`ll do just fine.

Sorry I haven`t written in all these years, son. I tried, but wasn`t ready. Just know, I know you`ve been there for me.

Love, Mom
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
When I was 21, I miscarried. Since I was 8 years old, having children meant the world to me, and to loose what I wanted so much really tore into me and I`ve been grieving all these years. Being big into the spiritual paths of those since gone, I know that my son Johnathan has been with me at times. I`ve heard small quick footsteps when nobody`s around, I`ve felt small hands holding mine, I`ve heard laughter when no one is there. So I know, as time goes on, my boy grows up in my eyes, still with me. So, not exactly a poem but a true memory. Written 1-30-11
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DannyBoy22

Crucify

Are you afraid of who I am,
Cant save me with this destructive plan,
Tell me what I need to hear,
I’m here left alone with all my fear,

I’m nailed upon your goddamn cross,
Because I don’t agree with your thoughts,
What have I done to deserve this,
All the lessons I have learned you call my sins,

I guess it a little to late,
For me to get up and just run away,
I’ll sit and face this pain,
Because I wont change who I am,

I’m nailed upon your goddamn cross,
Because I don’t agree with your thoughts,
What have I done to deserve this,
All the lessons I have learned you call my sins,

Just hang here and melt away!
I’m bound and broken anyway,
Just hang here and melt away!
Not a man of your world anyway,

I’m nailed upon your goddamn cross,
Because I don’t agree with your thoughts,
What have I done to deserve this,
All the lessons I have learned you call my sins,

Crucify!
Crucify!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
another song from our band mindtrap. recorded this a few weeks ago
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Unknown

These Walls Are Closing In

These wall are closing....as I lie alone here in our bed.
With the sad memories of you running through my head.
And I try not to cry,but I just can't take the pain.
When these walls start closing in I softly call your name.

Yesterday is gone and so are all our dreams.
The silence in this empty house,makes me wanna scream.
Read the letter that you left, but you gave no reason why.
When these walls start closing in I feel like I could die.

And I don't know if i'll ever get over you,but I know,I will
get by.
And I don't think,I could ever stop loving you,no I couldn't,
even if I tried.
'Cause when these walls start closing in,think i'll drink myself to sleep.
And as I softly call your name,pray the lord your soul to keep.

I see all our old friends they ask me how i'm doing.
I tell em ok but who am I fooling.
I feel just like a fool drowning in my misery.
When these walls start closing in your ghost won't set me free

And I don't know if i'll ever get over you,but I know,I will
get by.
And I don't think I could ever stop loving you,no I couldn't,
even if I tried.
So when these walls start closing in,think i'll drink myself to
sleep.
And as I softly call your name,pray the lord your soul to keep.

It's been a long time,so much has changed.
Sometimes I wake up in the night,calling out your name.
Never in my life have I ever felt so alone.
When these walls start closing in this house just ain't a home.

And I don't know if i'll ever get over you,but I know,I will
get by.
And I don't think I could ever stop loving you,no I couldn't,
even if I tried.
So when these walls start closing in,think i'll drink myself to
sleep.
And as I softly call your name,pray the lord your soul to keep.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this song in 2007, a few months after my Mom passed away from cancer.I always let the melody of what i'm playing and the emotion I feel from it lead me into the song that i'm writing.I hardly ever write lyrics down and 95% of what I write just flows out of me.For this song I tried to imagine how my Dad felt after losing his wife and best friend of 36 years.
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Unknown

THEY NEVER GOT OLD ENOUGH TO LEAVE THEIR MARK

TWENTY FRIENDS, TWENTY HEADSTONES, NOW ETCHED BY THE WIND AND COLD
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO FELL TO A LIE THEY ALL AND EACH WERE TOLD
ALL ASSIGNED THE ASSURANCE AND WERE ASSUAGED THAT POWDER
WOULD NEVER OVERPOWER
TWENTY FRIENDS WHO SO LONG AGO MET A MOST UN-FORTUITOUS HOUR
TWENTY FOUND IN EARTHEN BROWN'S ABODE IS NOW THEIR BED
TWENTY HEADSTONES RECOLLECTED WELL WITHIN MY HEAD
TWENTY HEADSTONES ERECTED WITHIN A MOST MAUDLIN YARD
TWENTY FRIENDS FOR WHOM DEATH HAD TREATED WITH A DISCONCERTING DISREGARD
AND THROUGH THAT YARD A BREEZE OF "NEVER-WOULD-BE's" COMETH THEN TO BLOW
WHEN DOPE BEGOT MISERY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY FOR TWENTY
TWENTY YEARS AGO
(C) 2011....
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
~free cee~! and how much would you wager that if we met and spent one half hour together you'd swear you just came upon the most intelligent gentleman you have or ever will be likely to see again,then i arise and walk away with you swearing you met a genius in the flesh....i come back and give me another half-hour and you'll walk away thinking you just encountered the dumbest man on earth? AND I NEED ANY MORE SHRIMP ON YOUR MISUNDERSTANDING BARBIE!
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Unknown

more of "free cee's" insightmost of u lack

BANISHED

SO LIKE DIG THIS, IT WAS MY BEST FRIEND ALAN'S FUERAL BUT I WAS BANNED
WELL SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU UNDERSTAND
THEY THOUGHT ME A MURDERER, AS IF I HAD TAKEN HIS LAST DAYS
THE THING THEY DIDN'T KNOW WAS ALAN AND I WERE BOTH LOST IN A MAZE

THEY LOOKED AT ME AS IF I WERE SCUM, TRASH AND DISPENSIBLE
WELL IF YOU ASK ME THEY WERE ACTING LIKE THAT BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T SENSIBLE
HAD THEY SEEN THROUGH THE CURTAIN I WASN'T THE ONE PULLING ALAN'S STRINGS
BUT DENIAL AND TRANSFERENCE ARE WHAT DEATH TOO OFTEN BRINGS

AS A MATTER OF FACT NO ONE AT ALL COULD TELL ALAN WHAT TO DO
ALAN WOULD SWALLOW A HANDFULL WHILE I JUST A FEW
THAT WAS ALAN, SO ALIVE HE THOUGHT HE'D BE ALIVE PAST ME FOR SURE
BUT NO ONE KNOWS HOW ONE WILL REACT TO A WORM ON A HOOK OR A LURE

SO THE USHERS USHERED ME OUT BY ALAN'S MOTHER'S DEMAND
AND I DIDN'T GO EASY, THEY HAD ME BY MORE THAN MY HAND
I REMEMBER HEARING THE SISTER AND OH HOW SHE CRIED
WHILST I, HIS BEST FRIEND, WEPT LOUDLY OUTSIDE
(C) 2011...~free cee!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
HE ONCE GAVE MY YOUNG SON A PUPPET SHOW WITH ONE RAW CHICKEN ON EACH HAND, THAT WAS ALAN, AND ALAN WAS, FOR SURE, ALAN.
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