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Only in Dreams

by Sarah Spellman

Your loving hugs, and warm embrace;

Even that cute smile on your face;

Your soft caring voice;

And hands that caress;

How could I settle for anything less.

We danced the whole night through;

My eyes could only see you;

And just when I couldn't ask for anything more;

I lay awoken, then walked out my bedroom door.

I return to reality,

So vague and dim;

My dreams were over;

And chances with you so slim.

But, until the day,

My dream can come true,

I'll be your princess,

And you, my prince charming too.

And here is a thought I share with you,

I guess I'll settle being good friends with you.

|Believe

by Ryan Davis

Does he whisper to you in your sleep?

Does he talk to you in your dreams?

Does he take you to magical lands,

And tell you of majestical things?

When you awake is he there by your side,

Any command he's willing to abide,

Will he comfort you when you want to hide,

And did he hug you when last you cried?

I'm told he's great to have around,

To comfort you when you are ill,

I wonder why, then, you cannot see him,

When at all hours it's him you can feel.

Does he always listen to your quietest pleas?

Does he help you up when you are down on your knees?

It's him that is responsible for your life activities,

So why must you act like he's only a fallacy?

He was with you when the world you did enter,

And he'll be with you long after you leave,

Don't shun him like a harbinger of death,

But accept him, and believe.

The New Ryan Poem, Fresh: For 1999

by Ryan Davis

Ragu and Prego, they're both the same,

A spaghetti sauce with just a different name.

Lindsay and beautiful, they're a perfect match,

A prime synonym out of the synonym batch.

Suppose we take 1 + 1, and say the answer's 3,

Some math teachers might have a problem with that, but not me.

Suppose we take some sunshine, and bottle it in a jar,

Then we let it ferment in the trunk of my nonexistent car.

If we check it in a few months, it will only be more bright,

And we can use its raw power to power a traffic light.

But none of this makes sense, it's all completely non-sequitur,

It's like playing hockey off the coast of Eastern El Salvador.

If I was speaking from my heart, then this poem would be about Lindsay,

But I'm not, so guess what it's about, it's about a bee.

A bee named Bernard, that lived in a farm, in the highest loft in town,

He would buzz through the air, climb up real high, then buzz straight down.

But this isn't about a bee named Bernard, or the cows on the farm, either,

It's about stupid lines and twisted rhymes and things that rhyme with "either."

So listen to me as I ramble on about whatever my heart desires,

Like playing miniature golf, fixing broken printers, and slashing people's tires.

Do you ever sit down and ponder pointlessly for hours?

Or sit in your yard and stare at radio towers?

Sometimes I do both at the same time but neither at once,

So my teacher makes me sit in the corner with a cap that says "DUNCE."

I have friends that think they are giant African elephants,

And other friends that keep goldfish in their pants.

Have you ever seen an angel that walks upon the Earth,

That loves everything since the time of their birth?

Never doing wrong, magnanimous about all things,

I've seen one, but failed to see her wings.

They shine with heavenly luminescence, angels do,

And you'll know you're talking to one by the great feeling that is felt inside of you.

Yes, I've seen an angel with the divine and loving glow,

And if I ever see that angel again, you'll be the first to know.

A Fantastic Whim

by Ryan Davis

I sit in my room and I think to myself,

And I stare at the monkey that sits on my shelf,

The monkey just looks right into my blue eyes,

I ask him endless questions but he never replies.

I sit in my room and I gaze at the wall,

And I wonder what it'd be like if it wasn't there at all,

The wall just looks right into my blue eyes,

I think it moves, or at least it tries.

I sit in my room and fantasize about what could be,

If you were there sitting on the couch next to me,

I'd pop in a movie and we could snuggle 'til dawn,

But then I come back to reality and you're gone.

I sit in my room, I'm all by myself,

Albeit the monkey that sits on my shelf,

I think of how wonderful things would be,

If we were together, just you and me.|

Bubblegum Music is Still Cool

A Response to a Friend's Letter

by Ryan Davis

Wow, what a concept. I just woke up, too.

I showered, went on-line, and saw this letter from you.

I thought it would be only decent to write back,

But in the process I had a heart attack.

I smack my chest and beat my head,

But it didn't help because I was already dead.

I gave myself CPR and soon I was revived,

So I patted my own back and gave myself a high five.

I will not continue writing back to you,

Because it is the decent thing to do.

But in the process I was interupted,

Because I saw some bright lights and was abducted.

Not by a sex fiend or a molester or pedaphile,

But by aliens that looked like John Tesh with a huge smile.

After seeing them I went nearly catatonic,

But for me that condition is chronic.

I took my pills and then I was fine again,

Until I realized they weren't my pills but a hallucinogen.

Those damn John Tesh aliens switched my perscription,

So I picked up the bottle and tried to read the inscription.

All I saw in my hand was a thong wearing monkey,

I said "How do you do?" but he started poking me.

Then all these trippy yellow cows started stampeding in my room,

And there was Santa Clause riding around on a broom.

All the while I was trippin',

My clothes the aliens were unzippin'.

It wasn't until I got back that I realized what the aliens did last,

They stuck a giant 60-foot probe up my ass.

So I started writing back to you,

Because that is the decent thing to do.

But my butt started itching so I gave it a scratch,

And I felt this tingly feeling run up my back.

Before I knew what was happening my butt also felt tingly,

And the giant 60-foot probe shot out of me.

It turned into a satellite a lá South Park,

Except there was a funny sound, hark!

First came a groan, then came a snap,

And the probe fell out of my ass and feel with a whap.

Fortunatly for me it was shoddy workmanship,

And I didn't feel a thing because I was still on an acid trip.

Next I thought the only decent thing to do,

Would be to write back to the letter I got from you.

So I started typing and that's when I smelled something funny,

I knew then there was a fire, I was so sure I could have even bet money.

I frantically ran through my house seeking the source of the fire,

Then I found it in my brother's room- it was our monkey for hire.

The little bugger was running around the room with his tail aflame,

He noticed me and started screaming my name.

He had stuck his tail in the light socket and it caught on fire from the power,

And I started wondering for what reason we pay him eight dollars an hour.

Regardless, I ran to the kitchen and opened up the freezer and fridge,

And grabbed our freeze dried parakeet that we like to call Mitch.

I ran back to my brother's room, luckily the flames had not spread,

Then I took frozen Mitch and bashed the monkey on the head.

I took the monkey out, along with our parakeet,

And threw him out, tail still on fire, onto the busy street.

I don't know what happened to him but I heard a funny monkey scream,

Either way, me and my freeze dried parakeet make a kick ass team.

I put him back in the freezer and returned to the office,

Boy, life is hard when you're in show biz!

Then, finally, I thought the only decent thing to do,

Was forget about this letter and go find the shampoo.

Because I haven't washed my hair for weeks and it's smellin' kinda funky,

Probably becasue it used to be the nap place of our late hired monkey.

I found some, washed my hair, and this may sound weird to the listener,

But I had a fight with myself about which was better- shampoo or conditioner.

Shampoo won, naturally,

You couldn't have clean hair without your Pro V.

This is now the end of my long rambling,

So you can go back to your boozing and gambling.

I hope I have not been a burden on your life,

So I'll end this poem now- so long, farewell, good night.

Oasis

by Ryan Davis

I see a field of grass and wild flowers that stretches on for miles,

It's blanketed with playing children and their warm, loving smiles,

They play all day under the warm August sun,

And they are being watched by only one.

I see a stream trickling through a forest of trees,

There are so many deer and elk running through these,

They live without caution under the warm August sun,

And they are being watched by only one.

I see a blistering desert that goes on for as far as the eye can see,

I look all around but there is no one here but me,

So I walk without direction under the warm August sun,

And I am being watched by only one.

I see an oasis in the middle of this desert so hot,

I now have hope when before I did not,

So I walk towards the haven under the warm August sun,

And I am being watched by only one.

I drink the water and it feels like new life to my lips,

I feel more refreshed and alive with each of my sips,

Here is where I belong, my journey is done,

Being watched by God's only begotten son.

Things Will Be Better

by Ryan Davis

I am so hungry,

But I know I will be fed,

The Lord tells me so,

At night as I bow my head.

I'm scared at times,

That things aren't all right,

But they will be better soon,

When I'm headed toward the light.

Bad things are sure to happen,

But they are God's will,

I know You have your reasons,

And I love You still.

Walking In His Light With You

by Ryan Davis

It's like the clouds have parted,

And the light of Heaven has shone down on me,

Even though my life has barely started,

In His light with you is where I want to be.

You bring me closer to my father,

And make me a better person, too,

I cherish the time we spend together,

Because I can see the Lord in you.

When I'm close to you I get this feeling,

I'm lighter than a feather and capable of healing,

You don't understand the things you do,

When I'm walking in His light with you.

I Hope

by Ryan Davis

I think about you night and day,

And at night I wish and pray,

That someday we may be together.

Reminiscing on good times past,

I yearn to see you again at least,

So that we may again be together.

The distance between us maybe great and far,

But I still love you for who you are,

And hope that someday we may be together.

I Love You So

by Ryan Davis

We've gone through thick and thin,

We've had our arguments and fun,

I still love you with all of my heart,

For me you are the only one.

I think about you night and day,

I dream of you in my sleep,

Next to you is where I want to be,

I love you in my heart so deep.

I'm sorry for the times I've hurt you,

I'm sorry for when I've made you cry,

Anything in the world I'd do for you,

For you I'd even die.

I pray to the Lord,

And I don't know when,

But I pray and I pray,

That we can be together again.

My Personal Heaven

By Ryan Davis

I count the days until I can go to kingdom Heaven in the sky,

But there is a heaven I know of before you die,

When I feel her sweet lips pressed against mine,

That is when I know that I have found my heaven divine.

My life as a street musician

by josh johnson

i am the player upon the street

i will dance or sing or keep the beat

for your money i will play and yell

tackle your dog or play my bell

because i am a street musician

i am the beggar with the golden guitar

i put wheels on it and pretend its my car

just so you will pay me to play

and see me there every single day

because i am a street musician

i am the man who you won't give the time of day

just sit there watching and do not pay

at times my case is full of treasure

at times empty, no need to measure

because i am a street mucian

i am the one who makes you smile

as you pay me and sit and listen for a while

and you watch with delight at the sound i make

as i try to sing and not make a mistake

because i am a street musician

A Boy on A Hill

By Josh Johnson

A boy walks up a hill on his own

He looks upon the world he has known

He sees a house he has been to before

Empty now on the hard wood floor

Who lived in this house was one he loved

She was sweet and kind, with the presence of a dove

Down his cheek rolled a tear

It brought him back, with her, and without fear

He saw her face, but of no wrinkles

It was soft and new with a kind of twinkle

With not a scar from the beast that was once within

But how beautiful it looked, the fresh new skin

As if he had seen God himself

In her eyes he saw the cross he gave her now on his shelf

And there she was like a china doll

He rose with her he knew he wouldn't fall

Into the clouds away they flew

There were no more clouds only blue

And there he was at the gates of God

A hug came from her, a wink, a nod

She walked on and away from the world she once was in

Her life light burned out then lighted again

But now it was bright, it was a light from a king

She was a creature of God, a wonderful thing

Back on the hill he was now

The tears rolled down from his now turned brow

He started down the hill at a slow steady pace

Up he turned to see her face

From his memory that face will never fade away

No longer a boy but a man till this day

Time Piece

By Josh Johnson

Every where you go, I feel a shadow

I follow you

Every time I close my eyes I see you go

You don't even know

All the while I am with you we seem so close

Yet so very far away

I can't give up the hope we'll be together

Let's not go astray

With lots of time

To think about tomorrow

I catch up to today

To get rid of this sorrow

Time drifts away

Like a potter and his withered clay

And time was stuck in the past

And we find we're living in the hour glass

And time we're running out

In time we figure out

What it is all about

I may not know what you want, I am really nothing

And my spirit is gone

But just one kiss, I would surely be happy

I waited oh so long

And when I see your smile I feel so good inside

I wish I could linger with you a while

I love you with all my heart, I don't want to be apart

Then we will pull our love out of the dark

With lots of time

To think about tomorrow

I catch up to today

To get rid of this sorrow

Time drifts away

Like a potter and his withered clay

And time was stuck in the past

And we find we're living in the hour glass

And time we're running out

In time we figure out

What it is all about

Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me too

By Shel Silverstein (posted at the request of Josh)

Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me too

Went for a ride in a flying shoe.

"Hooray!"

"What fun!"

"It's time we flew!"

Said Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me too

Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew

And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew

As higher

And higher

And higher they flew

Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me too

Over the sun and beyond the blue

"Hold on!"

"Stay in!"

"I hope we do!"

Cried Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me too

Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me too

Never returned to the work they knew

And nobody knows what's happened to

Dear Ickle me, Pickle me, Tickle me too

You

By Rochelle Ikeda

As I sit here and stare at a picture of you on an empty chair I wish for your presence right now.

I want you here to bring me joy. I want you to lift my spirits up high and make me smile again.

You're the only one who can effortlessly bring happiness to my soul cause you're the only one for me.

Why can't you see that I care for you so? I wish and pray for your love to be returned to me someday.

I hate to try too hard cause I've been hurt too many times before and the pain lingers on in my broken heart.

Ever since we met I've had feelings for you and they won't go away quickly cause I really cherish you.

From the bottom of my heart I'm crying out to you, "Love me and care for me cause I really need you."

When I hear your name my heart begins to race and I dream of us together now and always forevermore.

Wishing For You

By Rochelle Ikeda

I sit in my room thinking about you. I yearn for your presence as I write this note.

I miss you so much! But all I can do is sit here and just wish you were here with me now.

All I do is listen to music. I pretend you are here with me sharing this moment.

My heart starts racing as I think about you more and more. I need you here to lift me up.

You could bring joy to my soul just by walking in the door. Hearing your voice makes me melt to the floor.

Your eyes put me into a trance. I fell in love with your smile at our very first glance.

I’ve been attracted to you ever since we met. Today I like you still and more than ever yet.

I pray every night for you to feel the same way. Though I feel I have not a chance, I try anyway.

This is not just a crush that I have on you. I think that you’d agree crushes don’t last for a year or two.

I love you now and will forever more. So here I sit and write, wishing you would walk through that door.

To My Love

By Rochelle Ikeda

I sit here dreaming night and day for my love to come and find me.

Am I just wasting my time on a fantasy that wont come true?

I wish for the man of my dreams to come sweep me off my feet.

I’m discouraged when I think I’ve found the one and he ends up breaking my heart.

Will my knight in shining armor ever come rescue me from the cruel reality?

I hope and pray that he’ll find me soon so that I don’t suffer from more heartbreak.

So here I sit waiting for that one perfect man to walk into my life.

Maybe it’s someone I already know, but I just haven’t found out that he’s “the one” for me.

My love, if you are listening, please come to me soon before I lose all hope and faith in you!

To Love Seeker (A Response to "To My Love")

By Flare

I answer your call with arms open full,

but that stuff about being perfect is all perfect bull.

I am far from perfect, and that is more than I can say for the rest of us,

So if perfect is what you seek, then I'd suggest finding Jesus.

Although a relationship with Him is different from the one you seek,

He's a perfect man who will save you from cruel reality every day and every week.

I, on the other hand, am so very close to perfection it scares even me,

And there is no better than I to make it fun living in this cruel reality.

The man of your dreams? Only 45 minutes away.

Bullcrap you think? Try me out a week, and I doubt that's what you'll say.

My shining armor isn't exactly burnished,

Although my room is rather well furnished.

My dear, if you hear me, I will see you quite soon,

And then may we court beneath the full moon.

To: Poem Writer

By Rochelle Ikeda

The poem that you sent to me, did you just write it to make a point or were you writing what is true?

I enjoyed very much what you wrote but was a little confused. I think that you know I do have feelings for you.

So tell me this, your intentions towards me? I want to know now if these feelings aren't returned.

I've been hurt very badly before. Heartbreak one after the next, step carefully and speak now is what I have learned.

So please let me know was it just a poem you wrote or did those words actually mean something to you?

The poem was nice and I appreciated it much, but I really want to know if those words you wrote really were true.

Missing You

By Rochelle Ikeda

You have gone so very far away. I remember talking with you as if it was just yesterday.

Smiling and laughing we would always have fun. Now that you are gone I miss you a ton.

I know you’re an angel smiling from heaven above. I will never forget you’re friendliness and love.

There’s no doubt that you are now watching over me. But I still wonder, ‘How can this be?’

I loved you so much, you were dear to my heart. I can’t believe we already have to part.

I cry when I think of our fun filled days. But I know there’s a reason for this, cause God has his ways.

Please don’t forget me, for I’ll never forget you! I’ll be searching for you when I get to heaven too.

Giggle and have fun, that’s what we’ll do. When I get to heaven and meet up with you!

In loving memory of those dear to my heart that I have lost

A Love For a Friend

By Rochelle Ikeda

It is you in my dreams, you that makes me sigh. Knowing you’re feelings aren’t the same makes me cry.

It’s okay though, I’m used to rejection. I guess quit falling for guys is now my only protection.

I guess rejection isn’t the correct that I am looking for. You see I was convinced they’d never go for me, so I never tried before.

This hurt is the same pain that I have had from other guys. The difference is theirs was from playing and lies.

You are honest and let me know now I’m not the one that you long for. The only problem is, this makes me want you more.

You’re polite honesty is one thing I love in you. But I need to realize that I’ll never have you as I desire to.

Obviously these feelings I poses won’t leave me overnight. Sooner or later though, things will turn out right.

Thanks for understanding cause heartbreak? You’ve had some! We have a good friendship now, but from this I hope that better friends we’ll become.

The Imaginary Man

By Rochelle Ikeda

Alone again and blue. I am alone again what's new?

All I do is sit and stare. What good is a man that is not even there?

An imaginary man that I have at my side. He likes me so I don't need to keep my true feelings inside.

We share all our secrets small and deep. He is definitely one that I want to keep.

Too bad he's fake, only existing in my dreams. I'm drifting too far from reality it seems.

Wake me now before I drift too far! I'm getting dangerously close to the twinkling stars.

I hate being hurt from guys that are real. Pain from being played is all that I feel.

Will I ever find my imaginary man in the real world today? If I do will he come to me and stay?

I hope that he's not right under my nose trying to get my attention by giving me a rose.

I'm closing out the rest of the world cause I only want my fantasy to be true. I need his real version, but who?

I need him to talk to right now very bad! This dream is one I wish in reality I had.

My Perfect Love

By Rochelle Ikeda

All of my life I've hoped and I've prayed for the perfect guy to find me someday.

His presence makes my knees go weak and his eyes make me soar! His smile will make me melt to the floor!

He'll be tough but he'll also have a sensitive side. He'll cry and won't be afraid to share his true feelings inside.

Hearing his voice will make my heart sing. Then someday he'll present to me a gorgeous ring!

We'll have stuff in common but be different too. We will be close till the day we say "I do"

He will stay true till death do us apart. So here I wait for him with a place in my heart.

Wish me luck in my search for my love. For him I often pray to our awesome God above.

Longing for You

By Rochelle Ikeda

Thinking about you makes me remember I miss you so much! Thinking about your presence makes me long for your touch.

My prayers each night lift up like an ascending dove. Thinking about my feelings makes me long for your love.

I reminisce our times past knowing we're apart for a while. Thinking about our fun together makes me long for your smile.

It is you that I care about, and you that I really miss. Thinking about how I could've had you makes me long for your kiss.

I sit here thinking about what I miss most about you. Thinking about all this makes me long for the whole of you!

Forbidden

By Rochelle Ikeda

Remorse and penitence linger on in my heart for a love I cannot reach. For a love I had to part.

I reminisce times that we have shared. I remember times that we really cared.

I remember when we would purposely hide. We unfortunately hid our true feelings inside.

Afraid of rejection tried to stay away. Though feelings still stirred, we moved and sighed, "Okay."

But it's not okay and things are very poor. In a mess we stand with people hurt and hearts very soar.

I refuse to lie and say I don't posses feelings for you. I will not cause with my whole heart and soul I do care for you.

I can't believe things have happened when my intentions were good. They turned out opposite, not like they should.

Maybe honesty is not the best policy like people do say. It cause bitterness and also tons of pain!

Friends is all we are now and probably all we'll ever be L. So I think that it's best if you stay as far as you can from me.

Don't think I don't care cause I promise I do. I think that you know what my feelings are with you.

But I can't keep this anger going on with my friend. Staying friends and becoming closer with her is what I intend.

It kills me inside to say, "Stay away from me, for now please do." Because right now and for a long time to come, I will love you.