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Tiny you will be
Alone I will be
Yesterday I waited
LORD everyday
Over & over
Reaching for home
So I can hold
Someone who brings
Only love & laughter
Nothing but happiness

POEM I WROTE(dedicated to all our U.S. SOLDIERS)

Not Being Where You Know

All these thoughts fallin off

Can't pile em' on

I'm at the helm and I gotta prove em' wrong

Can't sit back while were being attacked

I have to show em' what I got and be strong

Grab and go is all I know in Iraq

Finishing last will still get you back

As long as you move along

In a country where we don't belong

Soon we'll be home and some will have gone

But we know we fought as hard as we should

and did everything we could

Never knowing if it was for the good

Thoughts fallin from every which way

Can't catch em' all in one day

Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE(LIL HUMOR, DON'T TAKE OFFENSE)

Tele t Like it Is

Men are like televisions

They flip the scene at the push of a button

They occupy most of your time

They always come up with a new line to make you laugh

They sometimes don't see out of the box

They think the spotlight's always directed towards them

They rave that bigger is better

They stay turned on if the bills are paid

They come in different colors, even from different countries

They stay tuned in until the next comercial

They are capable of re-runs

They think the quality of the image is what matters

They think they know everything

They are pretty convincing

They speak all different languages

They are worldwide

Chelsea Brooke Peterson
Copyright ©2008 Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE

You Are
To Javonte Yolon Lofton:

Babe, you're my subject during the most boring class

And the same one who helps me with my math

You're my supporting details when I'm sad

And the same one who tells me I didn't do that bad

You're my topic sentence when I'm with my friends

And the same one who keeps my conversation from saying end

You're my transition from business to love

And the same one who showed me what love truly was

Chelsea Brooke Peterson
Copyright ©2008 Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE

With Hate

He looked with hate with a cold heart to

kill someone and what he hated with a cold

heart killed him inside

Or did what left him cold hate a cold heart

at first causing him to hate and kill

someone else inside who tryed to immitate

his own cries

Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE

With Who

She acted with who she wanted when she

wanted to because she knew that who she

wanted to be acted like her only half the

time and who she acted with was herself

meaning she could change her act anytime she

wanted

Or with what she acts is creating a new

personality who is used to everyone else but

herself and forgot who she was so she acts

with who everyone wants her to be
Chelsea Brooke Peterson
Copyright ©2008 Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE

With Hope

He prayed with hope with faith in what he

hoped for had faith in him to pray for hope

with faith that what he prayed for would

show him the way

Or did what he prayed for hope he had faith

to believe that hope is only there

with faith in what you prayed for in hope to keep the faith
Chelsea Brooke Peterson
Copyright ©2008 Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE

With Love

He looked with her with love to see or with

her love to see himself and what he looked

for with love with her to see love itself

Or did love look her in the eye with him

standing by with love in his heart to her

with love looking from the start

Chelsea Brooke Peterson
Copyright ©2008 Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE

Hidden Passageway

Translucent I may seem

but the key beneath my soul

reveals the awakening

of the kingdom that shall unfold

Untold fortunes and bitter cold

are not the only things unknown

miracles I seek and secrets I keep

are tiny treasures within me forever

Someone true will look deep beyond flesh,

with others blindness will collide

not in their eyes but in their mind

and they will look past

like a path of clear glass

just seeing through but never geting into

the real feeling,

because seeing is not believing

Chelsea Brooke Peterson
Copyright ©2008 Chelsea Brooke Peterson

POEM I WROTE

Effects Deep Within
Intricate scriptures expressed better than pictures

More to some, and some just more than words

Taking it into paralex view

or seeing it how the creator wanted you to

Mysterious depictions of flashbacks

Giving off energy leaving you thrashbacked

Mentally uncomprehensable

When your mind is unstable

your physical instincts enable

Chelsea Brooke Peterson
Copyright ©2008 Chelsea Brooke Peterson