| Our next two submissions are from a young lady who uses the pen name Faith Griglione. She is from Des. Moines, Iowa. She says her poems are about her life. |
| June 19, 2000 |
| I realized when I closed my eyes and thought about it, I realized- I'm dead and that you killed me. You killed me by saying how you would always be there, even though you weren't. You made me listen to your lies for so long, and I thought that they were true, you still say they are. How could I be so stupid, to actually care about you. I think it would be better off if you never existed to me, because now I can't go by a day, withoutthinking of you. All you did was cause me pain, and probably always will. you were a part of my life for so long, the memories will always be there. I can't forget about you, even though I have tried. I want to forget everything, why can't it be like it was before you were around. I thought you were everything, but now you are gone. The only thing I could wish for, is for you just to leave me alone. I can never trust you again, and will always be thinking of you when I'm with someone else. maybe someday it won't be so bad, but not anytime soon, it's kind of sad. You poisoned me for life, and now I have to live with my mistake for loving you, it ruined my life because I thought you did too. -Faith Griglione |
| Since you- I've changed since you so much you wouldn't even know. I now see things diferently and almost everything makes me think of you. I thought I really loved you, but couldnt be so sure, now I know that I didn't, and wonder what you were for. I used to just do anything, not even think about it, not even care. So what if I get in trouble, so what if I hurt someone who cares. But now I realize I can't do anything because in the end it will just hurt me. I used to think I was nothing, and nobody even cared. You showed me that someone could, and I mattered to the world, but since you left, I wonder if it is true. -Faith Griglione |
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| An Autumn Day The season of autumn makes me sneeze But, the rewards are those of high... With a gentle wind and moderate breeze The views of my dreams race sky-high I like the day with half-filled trees The colors of the ground, the sky... I see a beauty in fallen leaves And feel the joys of being alive A scent of rain, but just a tease The horizon, a picture of prize... The rising moon, a sight to please My ever so grateful eyes Eyes that allow me to see these things Of beauty that I can't deny... A day like this is one I'll seize It feels of love that never dies! |
| Here is our newest poetry from Sally McKenna from Indianapolis, Indiana. |
| May 7, 2002 |