Help..I'm surrounded by people calling my name,
pulling my hair,
biting me,
tearing me apart,
yelling at my heart,
begging me to stay,
telling me to go,
screaming no,
watching me cry,
not saying goodbye,
loving when I'm hurt,
All becaus of what I've done.
Help..I'm being dragged through a living Hell.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
New Poems
Fallin' in and out,
to and fro,
can't decide where to stay.
Thinking bout this everyday,
that one thing on my mind,
agitates me to no end.
The cat in my mind frolics around trying to find that one mouse.
But finds nothing but empty space.
Sally is a girl of only sixteen,
writing to her lover of eighteen.
The year is 1862,the year the Civil War grew,
Her lover,Matthew,goes out to war,
and he knows what he's fighting for.
To see her again,to look into her beautiful eyes and say "I'm fine",
to know her until he dies.
Sally is at home waiting,
waiting for the day he will come home to see her at home with an apron on,cooking for the community.
Matthew charges to find himself one of the last men standing,
but then he notices this sharp pain in his chest,like air being pumped into his body then sucked back out fast.
He looks down dispite his fear,to find he is wounded near the heart.
Sally is anticipating that he is fine,but feels like something is asqew.
He dies on the battlefield,the note from Sally in his bloody hand.
Sally recieves the notice,Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to the news.
She goes to his funeral,though she wants to stay home and grieve over her loss.
She lays a calla lily over his coffin,like she will do for the rest of her life.
The calla lillies die,like her heart,then wait to sink into the ground.
Sally's lover is gone,so is her hope.
to and fro,
can't decide where to stay.
Thinking bout this everyday,
that one thing on my mind,
agitates me to no end.
The cat in my mind frolics around trying to find that one mouse.
But finds nothing but empty space.
Sally is a girl of only sixteen,
writing to her lover of eighteen.
The year is 1862,the year the Civil War grew,
Her lover,Matthew,goes out to war,
and he knows what he's fighting for.
To see her again,to look into her beautiful eyes and say "I'm fine",
to know her until he dies.
Sally is at home waiting,
waiting for the day he will come home to see her at home with an apron on,cooking for the community.
Matthew charges to find himself one of the last men standing,
but then he notices this sharp pain in his chest,like air being pumped into his body then sucked back out fast.
He looks down dispite his fear,to find he is wounded near the heart.
Sally is anticipating that he is fine,but feels like something is asqew.
He dies on the battlefield,the note from Sally in his bloody hand.
Sally recieves the notice,Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to the news.
She goes to his funeral,though she wants to stay home and grieve over her loss.
She lays a calla lily over his coffin,like she will do for the rest of her life.
The calla lillies die,like her heart,then wait to sink into the ground.
Sally's lover is gone,so is her hope.
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