One Tear
Why should I suffer, cry?
When all you do is hurt me, lie.
Everyday presenting me with new fears
You�re not worthy of my tears.
You jeopardize my freedom, use me.
You chastise my mind, confuse me.
Make me feel special, dear.
Maybe you�re worth one tear.
Hypocrite
I say I�m one thing,
Yet I am another.
I lie through my teeth to my own self.
I fear the word of God,
Yet it brings comfort like no other.
I cry so damn often at my lack of emotional wealth.
I wish the skies would clear
And shine some light through.
Because my time on this world is long over due.
.I wish I could go to that heaven up high
Instead of being in this body,
Living a lie.
I
I feel. . .
Confusion and uncertainty-
mystifying perplexity
I have. . .
A cloud in my mind, blocking the light
Holding the thoughts in that aren�t so bright
There is. . .
A nuisance to my brain
These thoughts cloud my mind
No one knows the pain
That I fail to leave behind
I know. . .
Everyone�s hurting, myself included
I wish I could concentrate; my thoughts are diluted.
And So She Cried
And so she cried.
After denying her grief out in public.
Part of her born again, as another part died.
And only two days ago she�d felt terrific.
And so she cried.
Alone in her bedroom, her emotions distraught.
She wanted to be happy, God know she�d tried.
But just for a day, her emotions tore apart.
And so she cried.
Over her lack of patience and abundance of grief.
She knew God would help her, so her feelings were put aside.
For, her patience and her happiness, she will achieve.
In Partially Dedicated to Leigh
I cry myself to sleep at night
And I cry myself awake in the morning
Every second my body shakes with fright
But it's like I can't move, I can't do a thing.
It hurts so much just to exist
I can't stop crying, and I can't be happy
All I can do is bite my lip and clench my fist
All the while feeling extremely sappy.
I live day to day and do what's required of me
On my spare time I cry
If God is with me he's deaf and can't see
It's like he just sits there and allows me to die.
I don't know what to do anymore
It's become a chore just to live
I wish people would just open their door
and realize what all I have to give.
Piece of Shit Haiku
Well look at this shit
I keep writing these haikus
They don't even rhyme
I get pissed or sad
And it goes out on paper
It's called expression!
You fool me once, shame on you!
You fool me twice, shame on me!
Well fuck us both!
Another Haiku
Look at what you make me do!
They don't even rhyme!!!
Car Accident
It was right on my street, just down from my home,
It�s times like this that I feel so alone.
Bad things keep happening that tear my spirit apart,
But it doesn�t only seize my spirit, it rips out my heart.
When good things go bad, and when right turns to wrong,
When everyone�s confused and we sing a sad song,
When everything gets me down and life seems a chore,
When I have no one to turn to, I turn to the Lord.
(April 1st, 2003)
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All poetry © of Jenna Wisniewski