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| Age: 14 |
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| During the summer months, I wrote alot about death and darkness. My teenage angst was finally coming out, but my writing was still shaky. I had one or two brilliant moments, but I was still a faint light. My science teacher had become my mentor and guided me through life's lessons and learning how to survive the rough times in life. So, some of that shows through in the poetry, especially "Bravely Changing". |
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What world is behind my eyes? Look deep into my eyes What do you see Do you see a waterfall Do you see loving, caring people Do you see life? Or do you see a world of distruction A world of tears and crying A world of unhealthy people A world of cold and darkness Where the snaow falls hard and covers everything With a scent of gun powder The sight of ashes, burning from a pile of rubbish The cries of the suffering and the dying The taste of the unforgiven The touch of a dying heart? Do you see anything in my eyes? No You don't. Why? Because There is nothing Only nothing. |
Limerick I once had known a man Whose day went down the can He settle down But what he found He had to use his hand. |
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An Old Heart As my heart begins to slow So does my hand as I write this poem I look out of my window With no sun shining through The black of day The dark of night The pulse grows quiet and slow The thoughts pour though, circling my head Strong yet soft, it stops |
Cold Hands My cold unwanted hands Show the feeling of fear Fear of lonliness Fear of the depressed Fear of no love My cold unwanted hands Shiver at the sight of death As it approaches my heart Ready to attack Within the blink of an eye My cold unwanted hands Have never felt the warmth of a warm caring soul Reaching out to grab my hand To save me from a lonely death If only anyone could. |
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The Hurt of My Friend I look in the eyes of my friend He is smiling, laughing But look closer, in his eyes You can see the sadness You can see the hurting The fire that is burning inside The flame contained The smiling, laughing must continue It will encourage It will help the dreamers The overwhelming pain Will some how come out, though If you only knew how to express it If you only knew how to say it If you only weren't so shy, so scared, so careful How will they find out? You love them You care about them You wish for the past to have never come But you forget So do I |
A Helping Hand I saw in the mist of my problems Love, care and guidence A hand reached out to help me To give me a new start To help me realize my mistakes To teach me the right and wrongs It was a new beginning To an old ending But we slowly lost grip And even though I knew I didn't need it I didn't want to let go I wanted the love to last a little longer I yearned for the caring to always be there I wanted guidence for all of my life But I had to say good bye So now I walk on my own Able to replace the love, the care, the guidence; In search of the one I left. |
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A Tree Shows Innocense Standing in the sun Fed by its golden rays of light The tree shows it's hard and sturdy branches Thick and full of life Bringing food to and fro Throughout the tree's entire body Standing in the wind Rocking slightly back and forth The tree shows its soft and fragile leaves Green and full of life Soaking and absorbing the world around it Providing warmth for the tree Standing in the rain Drinking nature's fruit juice The tree shows it's innocense Struggling though life Trying to get what's available And enjoying every minute |
Bravely Changing I stand strong Watching my life go by Seeing the people I love, change Realizing life is not what I had known before Life is now unstable and full of instability New feelings arising New points of views growing I stand strong As I say good bye to the people I may never see again Knowing I am going to miss them Knowing that they have given me The strength to go on Remembering them will always keep me smiling But I am ready for my new life As I say goodbye to my old, but never forgotten life I stand strong. . . |
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Sick and Alone Darkness surrounds Nothing can be seen Only my thoughts can I hear A sick feeling Sitting in the pit of my stomach Turns my whole being around Tears roll down my face My once lit face Darkness is all I see For now these days Have nothing for me It is only the darkness that surrounds |
Who Screams? Pale white is all I see As it floats in front of me I cannot see who is ahead It is a mist I see instead Cries of help float up and down But when I turn around I could not see a thing Yet, the cries would sing Tortued soul weeping for so long A sad and lonely song To make the yell and scream Asif it were all a dream Still, I can hear them in the distance Finally, it's making sense Because now I finally see The cries were coming from me |
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Christmas in the Window The snow falls lightly As I stare at the window Looking into the night I can see the colors of the holiday Red and green decorate every house While the blue lights up the darken sky And yellow and orange embrace the tree While white is slowly falling down In the window of every house There sat a small light A candle light, fire burning All through the night And in the window Of Every house A tree stands with glee Decorated with stars, angels, and dreams In the window on Christmas morn The children wake up, expecting gifts Of love and kindness from friends and family As the fire of belief warms their hearts They spend Christmas with their families But I am still here in this night Looking through my window A lonely girl stares out into the world Family is asleep, waiting for the next day While she waits, in hope, for someone Still waiting for him to give her a Christmas presnt To come back into her life Will he ever return to her? Will Christmas bring a friend To another in need? Christmas can bring presents to children Bringing families together And love and joy beyond belief But what about her? Can she have her Christmas wish? She'll still be waiting in the window Still waiting on Christmas morn And all through the day Her hopes grew as cold as the winds Her dreams disappeared as fast as they had come Her Christmas was spend looking out the window Only hoping |
Lonely Soul in the Spot Light A child within my soul Sits on a chair in the middle of a spot light She stares into the darkness Surrounding her all around Fear overcomes her and she gasps for air Someone is coming closer to her Her heart is pounding faster And faster still Who would dare disturb this lonely soul A soul of a quieted heart A soul whose spirit has become dark All she does is sit Thinking of the time Thoughts of terror Thoughts of rejections Things no child ever dares to understand A noise vibrates the ground A growl of someone's anger The frightened child falls to the ground What thing would make a noise Possessing a murderer's laughter? What purpose fills the atmosphere What dreams are to be crushed? What hopes will be preyed upon? What wishes will be destroyed? Finally the child screams out, hoarsed "What do you want!!!" Nothing. . . Silence. . . |
