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Here is some poetry that I wrote. Please do not copy or use it in any way other than for your personal enjoyment, unless you ask me. Thank you.
God's Love
When the days were long and the nights were hot,
He was in his dark, gray room and was lying on his cot.
He laid still and looked up at the ceiling,
And when he looked up, he had this weird feeling.
The feeling that someone was watching him from above.
He looked out his barred window, and he felt love.
He thought back to the times when he held his family close,
But that all went away with one sudden dose.
The dose of anger and the shot of a gun,
Took away all of his dreams, freedom, and fun.
He had shot the one he loved and was paying for what he had done,
But he had still felt God's love, and that was because he didn't run.
He died with God's love because he didn't run away,
And in God's and my eyes, he's already paid.
Written in 1996
This is a poem about my dad.
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Lost Innocence
When I was young, I was innocent.
But as I grew, my innocence deteriorated.
Now I'm all grown up, in a matter of speaking, and my innocence is all gone.
I lost my innocence before most people did.
I grew up way too fast, and for that I'm branded a slut, a bad person.
It wasn't my fault; I didn't want it at first.
But then it just kept happening and no one got me out so I figured this was my punishment from God.
It hurt me so, to hurt my friends and family.
I tried to stop, but my bad side got the better of me.
I'd wake up in the morning and say to myself, "Today I will stop and get help."
But it would never last.
Someone would ask me and so it started over again.
I finally did stop, and it's been so long, I forgot why.
But I'll have to live with "slut" the rest of my life.
written on January 12, 1999
This is a poem about me, when I was younger.
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Friendships that I've had before never last.
That is why I don't open up about my past.
I'm afraid that if I do, you'll hurt me.
Deep down I know that is silly and it just couldn't be.
But you must understand that I'm like a flower that you must take care of.
If the flower doesn't get water and sun, it dies; I would die if I didn't get love.
I have to wait until I'm sure that you would always love me.
When I know that for sure, you and me will then be able to become "we".
written on February 10, 1999
This is about me and my insecurity.
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Untitled
I never got to tell you good-bye.
Now I sit here and just cry.
I never went to see you or even to say "hi".
It's all just so confusing, and I dont' even know why.
You never knew I loved you; you never knew I cared.
It hurts to know that we lost so many years that we could have shared.
I thought that I hated you,
But now that you're not here, I know that it's not true.
It's too late, you're gone forever.
You're gone now, when will I see you again? Never.
I curse myself everyday.
Because you and I will always pay.
written on February 22, 1999
This is a poem about my dad.
Untitled
One year ago today
You two said you'd always stay.
Said you'd stay together through thick and thin.
And today is the day that the two of you win.
Now that one year is done,
It's time for the fun.
People say the hardest year is the first;
So I guess you are done with the worst.
So just keep on hanging in there
'Cause I'm telling you right now, There's never been a better pair.
I don't know when this was written.
This is a poem about when my sister and her now ex-husband got married and had been married for 1 year.
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Unspoken Love
You've got me all tied up inside.
My feelings I can no longer hide.
You're my friend, but that is all
I wanted to tell you sooner, but all I could do was stall.
I know I should have told you the first time the feelings arose.
But you must understand, it's very hard, and I kind of just froze.
The only way I can tell you this now is to write it down.
Please don't laugh or make me feel like more of a clown.
I just had to tell you; you just had to know.
I hope we're still friends and that our friendship will grow.
written in 1998
This is about me not telling my friend Josh in high school that I liked him.
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The Silence of Love
You got pushed around and beaten up, and never once said a word.
He called you names like "idiot" and even said you were absurd.
You never once let it show, but deep down it really hurt.
And all-the-while he put you down and made you feel less-than-dirt.
I ask myself all the time: What made you stay?
If it were me and he did that, I would really make him pay.
You told me when I asked you that you still loved him.
Sometimes you even said that he was sort of like your gem.
To that I always said: "A gem, a jewel, or a diamond in the rough,
That's no excuse for him being so tough."
He hurt you badly many times that I saw.
And when he was done, I'd tell you to go to the law.
You'd always say that it wouldn't be right
To go to the law, because then you'd lose the fight.
I guess you finally realized that it's better to tell yourself a lie;
Than it is to know you've won, but that you also could and might have died.
Written October 31, 2000
This is a poem about my sister getting beaten up by her now ex-husband. |
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