Some of my Poetry

These are just a small collection of poems I had written over my adolescent years. I like some better than others. Some of the things are silly, but I felt like sharing. I think the first two poems on here are the "worst" in terms of "good poetry" but hey! I was 12 when I wrote those two. The rest were written in high school.

Sad, Sorrow, and Loneliness

Sad, Sorrow Almost the same thing to me.
And being lonely, What a horrible thing to be.
With my brother in the house
I feel I am treated like a mouse
I am sad, I get real mad
You wonder how, But I'm sad right now.
In a memory of mine, there was once a time
where I could tell that this house was hell
I feel sorrow.
I wish I could borrow happiness
But All I feel in this house
is loneliness
Yes, this is real.

Living Life in Sadness

I am living life in sadness.
I also feel a lot of madness.
As life goes by each day,
I just get sadder in every way.
I'm just not happy where I live or am.
I've been shriveling up like a clam.
I feel like I don't belong.
Yet, I still don't know what's wrong.
I miss many things from before,
that I no longer have anymore.
I wish I didn't have a brother.
I'd gladly trade him for another.
I don't love him the very bit.
To me he's just a big fat zit.
As life goes on with so much madness,
why do I feel so much sadness?

Shadow

I sit around and do nothing.
I could be out having fun.
Instead I choose to stay in my prison.
I can't escape my shadow.
It keeps me from having a life.
It prevents me from showing everyone who I really am.
I've never gotten into trouble.
I've always abide by the rules.
I'm tired of being the "good girl" everyone loves.
The "bad girl" is dying to take over.
But my shadow closes the door,
and keeps her trapped inside.
Every now and then she gets to see daylight.
Every now and then she gets to have fun.
Even though she loves it outside,
she never stays out for long.
My shadow is my conscience,
and my conscience is way too strong.

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You were there when I had nothing to live for.
You were there when I wanted to die.
Though I pushed you away,
you were still by my side.
Then we were friends,
and that started something new.
I let go of that bastard.
And clung onto you.
When everyone left you,
and you had nowhere to go,
where was I?
I was right by your side,
ready to give all that I could,
and all that I had,
to help you out so you wouldn't go mad.
We helped each other day after day.
Who would have guessed it would turn out this way?
We are best friends, and nothing more.
And still by each others' sides even more than before.
With you I share heartfelt memories.
Through the worst you put me at ease.
Thank you for all you have done and the friendship you give.
You are one of the people who helped me to live.

A Haunting Friendship

Why do you haunt me?
Why can't I let you go?
I feel trapped.
This friendship is killing me.
You are my best friend.
But no friend has ever hurt me more.
I've never cried over anyone as much as you.
No one else has ever ripped my heart out.
No one else has ever torn my heart to shreds.
You kicked me to the curb.
You take me for granted.
I let you do everything.
I let you walk all over me.
Yet I can't imagine my life without you.
For some unexplainable reason, I need you.
I am trapped in this friendship.
I need to get away from you,
but I never want to leave you.
I never want to let our friendship go.
Your friendship haunts my soul.

Fighting to Keep my Youth

My youth is raging to escape from me,
But I’m fighting to keep it in.
Why do I have to change?
I don’t want to grow up.
I want to stay young.
I don’t want any more responsibilities.
The world has too many expectations.
I don’t even want to chase after my dream,
because that would mean becoming older.
That’s not what I want to do.
I never want to leave my friends.
I want time to freeze,
because I’m terrified of what will come next,
when I have to go out on my own,
and make a life for myself.
It’s too much to do.
Time is moving to fast.
My youth is slipping away
I’m losing the fight.

To Dad

You are the best dad anyone could ever have.
You don't just tell me you love me, you show it.
You take me to movies and out to eat.
You drive me places and talk with me.
We spend time at grandma's and sing together.
You teach me things I don't want to know.
But in the end, it all helps me grow.
I look up to you all the time.
When I was younger, you sang me to sleep,
and I would kiss you good-night.
Without being mean you helped teach me wrong from right.
Thank you for never forcing me to do anything I didn't want to do,
and for not pushing me towards your beliefs.
You let me grow and make my own decisions.
Thank you for never hurting me in any way.
Thank you for spending time with me.
Thank you for loving me,
and thank you for showing it.
You are the best dad anyone could ever have.
I love you Dad.

The Student

She walks among us on this path of life,
known for her wisdom and intelligence.
Her elders have complete trust in all she does.
They believe she will succeed.
She has medium brown hair, hazel green eyes,
and her skin is quite fair.
She cares more about her personality,
rather than her looks.
She has many friends, and tries to enjoy life.
She focuses on the tasks in front of her,
and wonders about the path ahead.
She helps all who ask her.
She has few faults.
Even with everything she has,
she hates herself.
She subconsciously looks down at others.
It saddens her to see the world fall apart.
The people who do not take the path of life seriously,
is who she blames for the problems of the world.
Because she is trusted, she holds the secrets of many.
With each secret comes another judgment,
and another thing to be saddened by,
She is merely a student trying to survive.
Though she tries her hardest to be fair,
and knows it is not her place to judge,
she still judges others,
and for that she will be judged.

These are all poems I wrote for my fiance

If you asked me to

If you asked me to work with you,
I would gladly be your partner.
If you asked me to talk to you,
I would let you choose the subject.
If you asked me a question,
I'd answer with complete honesty.
If you asked me to walk with you,
I'd walk beside you or let you lead.
If you asked me to hug you,
I wouldn't let go until you wanted me to.
If you asked me to kiss you,
I wouldn't say no.
If you asked me to love you,
I'd say I already do.
All you have to do is ask.

Tears

There have been so many nights in my life that I've cried myself to sleep.
There was so much pain to bear,
that I tried keeping in all day long.
And when the night came,
I would let it all go.
They were tears of sadness,
and tears of sorrow.
There are still some nights when I cry myself to sleep.
But I no longer hold anything in.
I have a release.
And these tears are tears of happiness,
tears of joy,
and tears of love.
And for that,
I thank you.

######3 This was his phone number...

######3 are the numbers that I see.
These simple seven numbers keep on staring back at me.
The only thing I have to do,
is press this tempting send key.
all weekend I keep checking Yahoo!,
just to see if you're finally on.
And when I actually message you,
you don't seem to respond.
I know you're busy, and that's okay
But it doesn't help the feeling of missing you go away.
I hold this phone in my hand,
with your number on the screen,
and as nervous as can be.
I wait so long that the screen goes to black,
and I finally find the courage that I previously lacked.

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I lie here in the darkness on this comfortable bed,
with my inviting pillows underneath my head.
I hear purring in the background,
and it is such a relaxing sound,
that has always succeeded in putting me to sleep.
But thoughts of you keep me awake.
For once the purring fails.
It can't black out all the thoughts that are running through my mind.
I think about my love for you and how I was completely blind.
I think about your love for me, and smile because I know it's true.
My eyes are getting heavy now.
It's time to turn out this light.
Perhaps now I can rest my thoughts,
and let the purring win this fight.