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Depression and Insomnia

Depression slowly grows into obsession
 which turns into aggression of self-mutilation.
Insomnia grips the soul,  with Its fingers that are icy cold,
Depression hurts and it slowly kills- self destruction that rarely heals.

poem by Sierra Brinlee
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Bewildering winters day

Bewildering winters day,
disguised in summer’s humid veil
I’m showered in tiny leaves
that dance mischievously in the warm breeze
building a castle in the air
The day seems whimsical, romantic –
I lose myself, lost in a sheath of golden leaf…

poem by Sierra Booij
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However, I think, first of all, that what's happening in Sierra Leone is going to have the great influence on those governments who will be asked to provide forces to the Congo. Second, of course, the Security Council has no professional military advice organized in any way.

quote by Alex Morrison
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There is something universal in the theme of a man trying to save his family in the midst of the most terrible circumstances. It is not limited to Sierra Leone. This story could apply to any number of places where ordinary people have been caught up in political events beyond their control.

quote by Edward Zwick
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You Were Like The Young Fig Tree

You were like the young
fig tree by the cliffs.
And when I passed by
you filled the sierra with sound.

Like the young fig tree,
resplendent and blind.

You are like the fig tree.
The old fig tree.
I pass, and silence
and dry leaves greet me.

You are like the fig tree
that lightning struck old.

poem by Miguel Hernandez
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That Kinda of Day

Smiles spread like a wild fire
Laughter as contagious as a medical outbreak
Children run around like bees after their hive has been kicked.

Eyes glisten like country stars in the midnight sky
Children scream with joy
Tears trickle down childrens faces because of their uncontroable laughter

It's just that kind of day! !

poem by Lost Sierra
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Every Time I Face the Mirror

Every time I face that mirror
I see the face
The face of fear

Every time I face that mirror
I hear those words
I should have said

Every time I face that mirror
I see the eyes
The eyes filled with tears

Every time I face that mirror
I see the girl
The girl that is ashamed

Every time I face the mirror
I see the pain
The pain she faces every day

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poem by Lost Sierra
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Taking a Walk on Memory Lane

Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all that gray.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I see the sunrays.

Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all full of tears.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I have no fear.

Taking a walk on memory lane
not a dropp of rain in sight.
Taking a walk on memory lane
Every thing is alright.

Taking a walk on memory lane
is where I want you to come along.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where we belong all lifelong.

poem by Lost Sierra
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The Best Christmas Present

Christmas morning I wake up
and open my Christmas presents.
I got an iPod, money, shoes, and many shiny things.

However, I received the same Christmas present as I received last year.
I didn't come in a box,
it didn't come wrapped.
I didn't even come with a bow.

Thought it happens to be
the best Christmas present I could ever ask for.
The Christmas present just happens to be YOU!

Thanks for being my Christmas present for another year

poem by Lost Sierra
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W.w.j.d.

I saw a man today
he was dirty and cold
W.W.J.D.
There was a child on the street
she was beaten and scared
W.W.J.D.
A woman was sitting in her car
hurt and crying
W.W.J.D.
We have all forgotten how to be human
we no longer feel sympathy
have we forgotten what a man did for us
He was beaten, bloody, and hurt
but He carried His cross
He took away our sins
so the next time you see someone
be they hurt, scared, hungry, or cold
just for an instant think
W.W.J.D.

poem by Sierra Morrow
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