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Littleton

by

Angela Tawney

People live, and people die. We're all human, so why do innocent fry?
Innocent die, day after day. While the killers run loose, and inside we pray.
We're even afraid, to go to school. Cause of all the killings, and the kids that duel.
We are taught to be kind, and to tell the truth. But no-one believes us, unless we have proof.
What reasons do they have, go just go and kill? They're people too, who love and feel.
There must have been something, in their lives to go wrong.
Cause the Trenchcoat Mafia, wasn't a movie or song.
How long can we take this, how much blood will be shed? Think of all the hate in them, and the words that were said.
What about all of, the poor lost souls? Their family's lives, will never be whole.
Adults must stop and listen, to the childrens' plea. Stop these mass killings, so we're not scared to run free.
We dont want to hide, we're not going to run. Now let us pray a moment, for the lost souls of Littleton.

DEDICATED TO: The people that died in the Littleton Massecre and their families.

The Final Disgrace

by

Angela Tawney

Alone inside, a darkened room. Silently I, await my doom.
My heart-beat, in my brain. Slowly driving, me insane.
I hear another, sound approach. Foot-steps comming, very close.
A man in black, appears nearby. Now is the time, are you ready to die?
He stares at me,his face set grim. He bends with the shackles, and locks my feet in.
We leave the cell, my very last vowel. More guards follow, as we walk down the isle.
At the end of the hall, we enter the place. Which holds the method, of my final disgrace.
The guillitine and basket, I cant bare to see. So I lower my eyes, as the guards lead me.
One tells me to kneel, and I reply with yes. Son I have come, to let you confess.
Father I whisper, God knows my sins. This is where they now must end.
The priest looks grieved, but takes my hand. May God have mercy, on this young man.
I see the people, just alittle afraid. I hear the noise, as the blade is raised.
The blade comes down, with an angry zip. I feel the cold, as my neck is ripped.
Then the drop of my head, in the baskets hole. And the core of my body, releases my soul.

Reality

by

Angela Tawney

Remember
Everything
Accept
Love
It is the only
Thing I still
Yearn for.

Dreams

by

Angela Tawney

I see your face, I have to look.
You read me with grace, like a romance book.

I need to find, love's truest vow.
I left it behind, I lost it somehow.

I was all for, everything was great.
But then our connecting door, lost our loving weight.

I dont know where, I ever went wrong.
It went down hill from there, it didn't take very long.

My heart is growing weak, my hands are getting cold.
This havoc that you've reeked, will stay with me till I'm old.

You will have a chance, to pay your last respects.
Cause you'll no longer have romance, only a gloomy doom of debts.

This break is forever, you have left your mark.
I will never again ever, be left, by you, in the dark.

I think you know for sure, what you meant to me.
I thought you were mature, was blind-but now I see.

A wall will be made, to protect my shattered heart.
So I will never again feel the blade, when dreams end as fast as they start.

Judgement Day

by

Angela Tawney

The day has come, it's finally here.
She took him from me, just like I had feared.

I gave her permission, like any friend would do.
I didn't think she'd do it, I thought she was true.

The clouds are starting, and the rain is pouring down.
The time is getting closer, and I still wear a frown.

Betrayed is the word, that I'm looking for.
She was supposed to be my best friend, but she aked for something more.

I see them together, and my blood immediately runs hot.
Their touching and kisses, burns to the very spot.

I look into the mirror, "This is her final chance," I say.
Because tomorrow I won't be her friend anymore, and it will be her judgement day.

Man of My Moon

by

Angela Tawney

Darknees falls
across my land.
The moonlight shows
my mystery man.
A story to be told,
as the shadows see.
One of an angel,
the one of you and me.
This mystery man,
stares across the lake.
A gloomy stare,
as if he's not awake.
His face so drawn,
his looks so sad.
Thoughts of his lost ones,
make him so mad.
He looks down to the water,
a tear enters it's space.
As if it's supposed to be there,
and it knows it's place.
He turns toward a path,
and wearily walks along.
The mockingbird sings,
his sad lonesome song.
Along the path,
another tear falls.
He drops to his knees,
and begins to crawl.
He looks to the sky,
and begins to pray.
"The others are gone,
so why must I stay?"
My wife is dead,
my baby is too.
Why can't I die,
what must I do?
I walk up to him,
and touch his cold shoulder.
He grabs my arm,
with the strength of a boulder.
Oh, kind sir,
why do you cry so?
It's hurting my heart,
please let me know.
Beautiful angel,
are you sent from heaven above?
Ask me not why,
you know its for love.
You must be mistaken,
no angel am I.
Just an ordinary woman,
asking why you cry.
Love has hurt you so you say,
but what can be so wrong?
Has memories left you empty,
with feelings that will last long.
He told me of his story,
we talked the night away.
It was time for him to go,
but I so wanted him to stay.
Please on please-don't hurt me,
like have you before.
My love for you burns strong,
it's patient and it's pure.
Instead he tells me one thing,
kisses me then waves good-bye.
I will be back for you my love,
and darling-please don't cry.
Standing on the path I see,
his silhouette in the night sky.
Wishing he'd come back to me,
trying not to cry.
That day he left me standing,
promising his return back soon.
My broken heart still burns for his,
for it's been twenty years since that moon.

By: Angel Tawney

Summers Lies

by

Angela Tawney

Kisses that melt, anything bad away.
Touches that seize, the very day.
Looks of passion, followed by stares.
Baby, your love, hit me so unaware.
Without your knowledge, I fell so hard for you.
The love in this body, remains strong and true.
You give me the strength, and the will to live on.
But the way you hurt me, makes me wish I was gone.
I walk down the hall, to your resting place.
Your tender smile meets me, on that beautiful face.
Then it turns to a frown, as you tell me the news.
I weep and cry, for you left me no clue.
Now my heart is broken, and its reaching out for you.
I don't know why I bother, when it was only me-not you.
Dedicated to: Andy Taylor a.k.a: Sheriff Taylor

2000--2002

by

Angela Tawney

Class of 2002,
this year is at it's end.
Juniors we will be next year,
while keeping our Sophomore friends.
Although I will be leaving soon,
I take a part of this school with me,
Knowing next year will be a newer place,
where you'll no longer be.
I take each memory shared by us,
the good, the bad, just them all.
Through each day I'll think of you,
our bonds standing me up tall.
We'll think our time is getting near,
we'll be so happy and proud.
But when the time is actually here,
tears will fall in a cloud.
No matter where I go,
I'll be with all of you.
As you'll be a class of Seniors,
So will I, Just with someone new.
Dedicated to: Roane County High School, Class of "2002"

GUY

by

Angela Tawney

Great
Unity
Yesterday

Was
It
Love
Maybe
Even a
Relationship

How
Evident
Is
Lust
Every
Month
And day
Now?

Cry

by

Angela Tawney

Fool went overboard,
he took me to the test.
Though I didn't love him,
he was just like the rest.
His aura always happy,
he's always with a smile.
Will I get over him,
it will take a while.
Totally in the dark,
am I for the reason I did.
Now I try to shut him out,
lock the door-close the lid.
I wanted him to love me,
but he didn't even try.
Now I'm the one sitting here,
again ready to cry.
Dedicated to: Guy Wilmer Heileman

My Guy

by

Angela Tawney

Totally unaware,
of the love I had for him.
Not taking his loss at the worst,
really made me feel grim.
He didn't even care,
that I told him good-bye.
He was busy laughing with friends,
while I just sat and cried.
Heated with anger,
from the words that he said.
Feelings of sorrow,
I wish I was dead.
He just walks by,
without even a glance.
Did he even love me,
was this my final chance?
Good-bye, good-bye, to you my love,
it really was for the best.
You took it great-I wish you well,
and hope you pass life's test.
Dedicated to: Guy Wilmer Heileman

It Was You

by

Angela Tawney

A tear in my eye, but a smile on my face.
Things are starting, to look up in this place.
I know what you said, was a tragic lie.
But my heart isn't broken, I won't die.
I'll take this at it's best, and I'll even wish you well.
Maybe with my next man, I'll hear wedding bells.
Although I really loved you, you didn't love me back.
Why should I just hold on, when love for me you lack?
I'll remeber this day forever, so walk away slow.
For it wasn't me that really, wanted you to go.

The Man of My Dreams

by

Angela Tawney

I see you when I am in bed,
I see you when I'm walking.
I hear that voice inside my head,
I hear it when I'm talking.

I hear whispers in the wind,
I see shadows at dawn.
The whispers come from far away,
the shadows on the lawn.

I love the way you look at me,
that twinkle in your eyes.
It makes me want to melt inside,
it makes me want to die.

I wish I knew if I were dreaming,
or was it really true.
But when it comes to you and me,
I haven't got a clue.

The love that you have given me,
I will always cherish.
The love that's deep inside my heart,
will never ever perish.

So I will always love you,
no matter what it seems.
And I just wanted you to know,
Baby-you're the man of my dreams.

Dedicated to: John Paul Ramsey

To Love Another

by

Angela Tawney

What would it be like,
to love another man?
Is this how it would feel,
is it hard to understand?
Would it feel the same to me,
or feel hard to comprehend?
Would I see your smiling face,
in the water by the sand?
Could I look up at the stars,
and begin to understand?
Would I hear you say "I love you,"
without a big demand?
Would I feel your gentle kiss,
even if it's on my hand?
Would you ever make me laugh again,
Yes, now I understand.
I can't really tell you,
I'll never love another man.

Dedicated to: John Paul Ramsey

Angel In My Eyes

by

Angela Tawney

You were my very best friend,
but now that you are dead.
I know that I did love you,
but I hate you now instead.
Just because I didn't pray,
the day before you died.
I blamed your death on me,
but tried my hardest not to cry.
The hate isn't hate anymore,
just a sadness from the past.
So I really do love you still,
and hope this bad feeling just wont last.
I cant believe you died,
at the age of fourty-one.
I didn't know what to say
you're life had just begun.
Five years have passed now,
and this poem comes to mind.
It came from deep within my heart,
it wasn't hard to find.
Saying these words,
I look up to the sky.
I think of you,
then I begin to cry.
"I love you very much,"
I say and sadly sigh.
"I just wanted you to know-Daddy,
you're the Angel In My Eyes."

Dedicated to: John Edward Tawney Jr.

(July 21,1953--February 14,1995)
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!"