Submitted Poetry
I have said some things in the past
that dont go away;they always last
I made some jokes that werent funny
Made someones day a little less sunny
Too away someones bright smile
Made them cry for a little while
wanteds things done only my way
Wouldnt lisent to others' say
But now its time that people knew
That I am seeing things with a different view
I am going to be a better friend
the rude name-calling WILL end
Make feel for appreciated
Make sorriies and thank you's less belated
Point out more of teh better qualities
Not always talk about me
Things ARE going to be differnt
Treat friends the way they were meant
Sorry for the horrible things I have done
Sorry for the time that weren't fun
I hope people will start and see
The new, improved, better me.
This is more than a poem; its a contract
One to change the way i act
I will always carry it around with me
To remind myself of how to be
The time to improve is NOW
This contract explains how
I have signed it, I must obay it
ALL of it, every little bit
I am honestly going to work and try
To make this poem the law i live by.
My life maybe dark,
My life may be strange,
my life may be torment, agony,
and shame
My life may be nothing, yet
everything to me.
My life is my life.

My life may be Joyful,
My life may be great,
My life may be perfect,magical, and amazing.
My life may be a dream, or reality
But my life is still my life.

My life is not perfect,
My life is not horrible,
My life is what i make it,
though i cant stand responcibility,
my life is my life.
and i wouldnt have it any other way.
other way.
The New Me
(Kathleen Evans)
My Life
(Andy Garcia)
                                                          I Can't Live
                                               (Brantley Robertson)
                        Mommy, Wheres Annabelle?
                                               Where is my big sis?
                   Mommy, should she be going to school?
                                     On a weekday just like this?

                             Mommy, why doesn't she move?
                                  Why's she bent over like that?
                   Mommy, why won't she blink her eyes?
                                            What is she looking at?
                                  Mommy, why are you crying?
                                    Why won't you answer me?
              Mommy, please tell me why you are crying!
                                      Mommy, what don't I see?
                 Mommy, where are they taking Annabelle?
                                     Why did they doctor come?
                       Mommy, why is he shaking his head?
                                    Mommy, what has he done?
                     Mommy, why is Annabelle in that box?
               Mommy, what is that preacher guy saying?
                   Mommy, why are you dressed in black?
                                 Mommy, why are we praying?
                Mommy, what are they doing to Annabelle?
                                 Why is she in that brick home?
                            Mommy, why are we going away?
                                  Why doesn't Annebelle come?
                      Mommy, what happened to Annabelle?
                              Please tell me why isn't she here!
                         Mommy, I demand to see Annabelle!
                                Mommy, please dont give tears!
           Mommy, what do you mean, Annabelles gone?
                                       Why isn't she here, inside?
                       Mommy, why isn't she coming back?
                                    Mommy, what's..... suicide?
                                  Mommy, Wheres Annabelle?
                                                      (Chelsea Curto)
                                 Your words still cut deep into my  heart.
                                                                  You say you will help me,
                                                            and I dont know where to start
                                                                                   You see, i'm real,
                                                           and when you say you love me,
                                                               you cant imagine how I feel...
                                                                       I know you aren't lying,
                                                                                          but you see,
                                                                           Im on the floor crying
                                             Im wondering- how could you desert me
                                You  said you saved me on the cross as Clavery,
                                                                but i cant help but wonder...
                               why have you let this sin conver me completely?
                                            You see, this is my sin. I cant find a way
                                                  to let you in.. These tears have fellen,
                                                                          and my heart is calling
                                                                                       to the heavans
                                                               for an answer that doesn't
doesnt                                                                                         leave me crawling.
                                                                      I feel like your ignoring me,
me                                                       so open my eyes, and allow me to see...
                                                                         why should i even try?
                                                       this sin is deep, and all I do is cry,
                                                                 and watch you pass on by..
                                                            Save me from this, If you dont,
                                          it's you I'll miss.... I'll never get the chance
                                                            to see you, not even a glance....
                                   cause I can't live, with this burden on my back,
                                               It won't go away, Its the unwanted sin,
                                                                                      and I cant live.








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