junepoetry

Broken home! 6-5-01

Broken home!
Messed up life!
Pain and strife!

Nothing is the same
well it never really was but still...

Nothing is normal,
I fear it never will be.

Broken home,
with no hope of being glued back together
although if it could be repaired,
there would never be unity,
always this missing peice,
a home always full of insanity.

Never proper love,
never lasting peace,
never hearts at ease,
never sanity.

Divorced or married,
theres pain either way.

Oh how I wish,
they would have thought it through,
beforen they said "I do"
and I wish life didn't,
go downhill,
after the day they said
" I don't"

Rendered Speechless 6-8-01

Its those words unsaid,
those words spoken with the eyes,
that cause those tears of love and gratitude,
to roll down your cheeks,
as you stand still,
with no words left to speak...

Lightbulb 6-8-01

We'r like lightbulbs,
sometimes we lose our light.

Sometimes we flicker.

Sometimes we shine brightly,
illumaniting the room,
with our luminious light.

Oh how bright we can be,
when we see,
just how lovely it is to be bright...

Erie Atmosphere 6-7-01

Strolling late at night,
on roads unpaved.

Erie atmosphere,
pitch black sky,
whispering wind,
unfriendly erie atmosphere.

Everything is silent,
yet violent.

The wind,
is not my friend.
the sky mocks me as I lie and weep...

Poetry 6-5-01

When I write poetry,
my faded youth is made alive.

That faint beautiful melody,
playing in the distance,
becomes louder,
so soulful.

Write my poetry,
I can smell that red rose,
for I'm painting a picture,
with my words,
I'm making my words come alive!

I see the sunshine,
lighting the other side,
I feel the oceans waves,
crashing all around me,
I smell the salt,
I feel the oceans breeze.

When I sit down to write,
I feel life,
I feel love,
I feel apperication for the God above!

I feel like I can soar,
for I made the world come alive,
with the power of a pen,
and my gift...

Colorless 6-5-01

Right now,
I'm simple,
I'm colorless.

I'm blinded by fears,
confused by the past,present,and future.

At the moment,
I can't be all I can be,
right now I'm weak.
but don't you see?
thats not me!
thats just me for now...

I'll change,
as soon as these violent waves become calm,
then I'll get up and go on,
untill then I'll be here,
singing my sad song...

Tender Tears 6-8-01

Tender Tears 6-8-01

Tender tears,
softly trickling down my face.

Slowly one by one,
until they rush out,
like a waterfall,flowing,
streaming,
kissing my cheeks,
as I smile,
for those tender tears,
are so rare...
"It was such a rush"
I breathe face flushed...

Me...The Window 6-8-01

I often think of myself as a window,
made of strudy glass.
strong,
yet still possible to break,
a window that onlookers can look through,
and see what lies ahead,
what can be seen,
by other eyes,
what remains unseen for the window.

So overwhelmed am I not knowing,
so gently,
softly and slowly,
I start to crack.

Times like these,
I need glue,
I need support,
for when I go without,
I break,
and become a pile of shattered glass....

My Poetry 6-5-01

My Poetry,
my strength.

My poetry,
my soulmate,
my best friend.

My poetry,
my favorite,
famliar tune.

My poetry,
my thoughts.

My poetry,
my heart.

My poetry,
my hiding place.

My poetry,
me...

Lasting Happiness 6-1-01

In this life,
everything new,
gorws old so fast,
oh how I wish,
I could find a technique,
to make happiness.

Rise and Fall 6-1-01

Rise
then
fall.

Is
it
really
worth
it
all?

Ballet 6-1-01

Beauty,
grace,
beautiful amazing long legs.

Elegance,
beautiful movements,
pure radience.

Unbelieveable style
dazzling smile,
beautiful ballerina,
you are truly admired...

I'm Complex 6-1-01

I'm beautiful,
yet I'm ugly.

I'm graceful,
yet I'm clumsy.

I'm happy,
yet I'm sad.

I'm good,
yet I'm bad.

I'm complex,
yet I'm simple.

I'm strong,
yet I'm weak.

I'm laidback,
yet I tend to worry and obsess.

I'm loud,
yet I'm quiet.

I'm vibrant,
yet I'm colorless.

I'm out in the open,
yet I'm locked away in my own world.

I'm admired,
yet I'm looked down upon.

i'm talented,
yet I tend to lose my touch.

I'm hardworking,
yet I'm lazy.

I'm almost a young woman,
yet I'm still a baby.

I'm a sucess,
yet I'm a dissapointment,.

I'm an organized living breathing form of art,
yet I'm a mess.

I know,
yet I don't know.

I'm kind,
yet I'm mean.

I'm visable to the eyes,
yet I remain unseen.

I'm something out of a dream,
a dream of a somewhat nightmarish nature.

I'm something you remember,
in the morning,
yet forget by midnight.

I'm something real,
yet I'm somewhat fake.

I'm everything you wish you could be,
as far as you can see
you see beauty,
yet I wish I was better at being me...