My Poetry

Simply A Dream
Rules and restrictions exceedingly seem
To force a useless dreaming.
But the American Dream, is simply a dream
That people waste their lives pursuing.

From the time we�re born, to the time we die,
We�re encouraged to pursue a life, nonexistent.
But in America, to try, is to cry,
And that dream is just too high a commitment.

Our American leaders put false hopes in each mind
That one day the dream will come true -
That one day we�ll find what we all dream to find -
But they never tell us what we�ll have to go through.

So the American Dream, is simply a dream
An unrealistic aspiration, delusion -
Our actions shouldn�t be influenced, we should do what we deem,
And live our own lives, not the American Illusion

I Am Who I Am
I'm sick and tired of
never being me.
I want to confess to all my love,
I want them all to see-
That I'm not the girl they think I am,
That I'm not miss perfect and I don't want to be.
I am, who I am,
And It's about time I let them see.
I'm smart but I'm beautiful,
I'm crazy yet I'm reasonable,
I'm dorky but I'm preppy,
I'm gothic yet I'm peppy.
I have dreams and goals just like you,
And just like you, they may not come true.
But I'm excepting myself
Because I am who I am,
And though sometimes I may fail,
I will still stand.
Because I know that I am...who I am.

Lately I've Found
Sometimes, when I don't talk for a while,
My mind wonders and my eyes fill up with tears.
For it seems my emotions have gone wild.
I find myself angry at the ones, who to me, are most dear.
Within the past month I've found love, lust, friendship and feud.
All the fighting with my parents have put me in a bad mood.
I have a new found friendship with my best friend.
I realized with love and lust that hearts do mend.
I'm learning and growing intellectually everyday.
I used to get hurt by what others might say.
Now it's in one ear and out the other.
With these rumors, I don't know why people bother.
Some people live their lives cutting other people down;
But I have something that they haven't found.
Enough confidence in myself to forget what people say,
And enough restraint to move forward and get on with my day.

A Trip to Rogers City
A trip to Rogers City
Happiness finally falls into my life
This is when I stop accepting your pity
Now I cut sadness out with a knife.
A week and I go
A week and I'll be happy
A week and I know
who really cares about me.
Up there I feel peaceful and pure
Relaxed and revived
I'll get to see my friends my real friends for sure,
I'll finally have fun and feel alive.
I know when I leave there I'll go back to being sad
But after having so much fun, I'll refuse to feel bad.

My Song: You Bring My World Alive

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All poetry © of Jenna Wisniewski

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