Patrick OBrien

How could I let you leave me?
How could I let you slip between my fingers?
How could I let you not care about me, your friend's, fellings?
How could I not tell you how I feel?
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Sweet Violets:

In Memory of Carl E. Hatcher 11-4-37 - 2-10-09
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Despair
Depressed, for she will never come
Exhausted, from running from what I have become
Spiritless, for for without her I am nothing but a lump
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To my 'friends' Karli, Tina, and Emily

I hate you let's get that straight
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I sit here, waiting,
Anticipting,
Will it be me this time have they finally come home?
A sudden and unfimilar feeling occurs,
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I smile for the world's sake.
No one will ever understand me,
I am just starting to.
To you I look and sound like a normal,
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The world is full of hate,
But when will you ever take the bait?
I sit here in my satin chair,
Waiting for her to help make my heir.
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Help me!
I'm lost with no direction home.
Yet there is one thing,
I've never left home.
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You are the one that will make me snap.
Whenever you're near I go insane,
I fill with rage and hatred.
But this is what you want.
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Life is short yet know one realizes it until it's too late.
What you are doing becomes what you did.
What you dream becomes what you regret.
Who you love becomes who you loved.
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For my grandpa:

Before you go I think you should know,
Even though I look into your eyes and all I say is, 'Hello',
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I hate to hate,
I love to love,

Love is born from the warmth of forgivness,
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I stand alone,
This fact is well known.

I yearn for a love that will never be,
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