These are a few of the poems I have written! Lost
You left life so quickly, without a warning. This poem is dedicated to Michael Drenowski. 1979-2002
The Spirit of America!
Four planes taken over, lives lost Stealing looks
Stealing secret glances, hoping one of those
glances reveal you.
Leaving behind those who wonder why?
Could I have made a difference if I had been there,
now I will never know.
I will forever live with the what-if's and why's.
There's a hole that can't be filled, a hole that you left in my life
Back in my mind, I was reassured that you were there,
and sometime I might see you again.
Now, I have to remind myself everyday that you aren't alive anymore.
I feel so guilty, I don't know what to do?
I just hope that you are happy in heaven, and feel no more pain.
and someday I will join you there, my friend.
I knew life was short, I realized it for myself.
I just never thought I would have to realize it through a friend.
-Heather Tourtellotte
Horror, disbelief and shock written on everyone's faces.
Four buildings targeted, all great signs of America.
The Twins stand no longer, a city skyline forever altered.
Another sign of the government has a gaping hole in it.
Plane crews and passengers, World Trade Center and Government Workers,
and members of the police and fire depts.
No discriminations but one made when life was taken away,
they were all Americans.
Hero's found and lost in that one day, one's whose stories will never
be told
No one in the World in untouched by the horror of Sept. 11.
Our innocence was lost as we learn that America is not
immortal or uninjurable
One man has taken away our security, and left fear.
But the Statue still stands and the Flags still wave.
proclaming freedom to all in America
We refuse to bend to his wicked thought of crippling us,
instead we stand together as never have before.
-Heather Tourtellotte
Sometimes I'm lucky and you are there,
out of the corner of my eyes I see you.
My hands start shaking and my heart starts pounding.
There's butterfly's in my stomach fluttering like crazy.
Just a small glance do I allow myself,
just enough to know that it's really you.
Other times my glance reveals everyone but you.
My disappointment is keen, and my eyes keep looking.
Just a glance is all I want, Just a look.
Just a hello, Just a conversation again.
Just a touch, Just a hug, Just a kiss.
I wish these longings for you would go away.
I wish I could find someone else to take
my attention away from you.
I keep wishing we could be together again,
knowing that it's futile wish.
As I know wishes don't come true,
no matter how long or how much I plead.
-Heather Tourtellotte
Memory
I didn�t believe in love anymore
until you entered my life.
For me there was no love, there was none to give
because there was none given.
Then you walked into my life, and you taught me
to accept the little things I could never accept.
You let me make my mistakes and then you taught
me the way to never make those same mistakes again.
You accepted me for who I am and therefore taught
me to accept just about anyone too.
In your arms, I felt special and that way,
I could make you feel special too.
Then you walked out of my life, just as you walked in.
But you left behind a wealth of your knowledge,
that I could teach to someone else.
And so the legacy of your love and kindness goes on,
whether you thought it did or not.
-Heather Tourtellotte
The Flower in the Storm The Broken Flower This is a song that I wrote! Love's Thorns
It's like I'm holding a Rose with thorns. You touch me and I'm under your spell. It's like I'm holding a Rose with thorns. I want to capture your heart and keep it forever. It's like I'm holding a Rose with thorns.
A flower not so pretty amongst a field of Roses,
stands alone and apart from the others.
So different from the other gorgeous and beloved of flowers,
but not quite a weed; it's almost overlooked by admirers.
A little shorter and smaller; its petals not quite the same length or color,
its leaves not quite so green and full, some even bug-eaten.
So frail looking, as if it could break in the slightest wind.
Some notice it for its uniqueness but they always go for the Roses.
A storm gathers in the distance, strong and fierce looking.
Moving quickly toward the field of Roses,
ready to destroy and fascinate anything looking on.
Ready to sweep up the Roses in its powerful arms,
ready to crush and break them.
With a fierce clash the storm breaks, the peace is shattered,
Roses are strewn around in the wind.
Their stems breaking, never to be mended.
One flower still stands just as alone and apart as before,
never to be broken; for it's stronger than it looks.
The storm starts to calm and move away.
but it stops and with its gentle and loving arms; carries it off whole.
For it can't live without the only flower
to whether its winds and still stand.
Yet the Flower can't live without the storm
to prove its strength to everyone.
With their strengths combine they are unstoppable now,
together they can prove to the world that they are one force.
One frail looking but actually strong, the other strong but also gentle,
destined to be together since the beginning of time.
-Heather Tourtellotte
The Flower is broken, never to be whole again,
As it quickly falls from the Storm's embrace.
The petals ripped and, drifting away with the wind,
its stem is broken, never to stand straight again.
The Storm drifts away, leaving behind the broken pieces.
All that's left is the heart of the flower,
beaten and bruised, barely holding on.
From where it fell, its heart is lifted toward the sky,
it pleads with the Storm to not leave it.
The Storm made it feel beautiful and loved,
it made it feel strong and able to lift her head proudly.
They both knew it was impossible, but why so soon.
Why does Love end so quickly, when it seems to last forever?
Why do thorns pop where they aren't supposed to be?
The Storm is strong, sometimes stronger than you want it to be,
but the storm can even break when you think it will go on forever.
-Heather Tourtellotte
The tears are being shed, they can't be stopped.
The look in your eyes tells me that you love me.
The words I hear are saying the same.
The actions are what are tearing my heart apart.
Oh why can't your actions follow your eyes and words.
They are cutting into me and the tears are flowing.
I wish the pain would stop!
Oh why did you hand me a Rose with Thorns
I lean towards you, wanting to be held.
You hold me close, Please don't ever let me go!
But too soon you let go, the love seems lost again.
I set you free, only wanting to capture you back.
They are cutting into me and the tears are flowing.
I wish the pain would stop!
Oh why did you hand me a Rose with Thorns?
You have my heart but you don't treat it kind.
I wish I could take it back, let someone else mend it.
But my heart only wants you, it keeps betraying me.
You say you only want me, but then you look at others.
You tell me that you love me, but you act as if you don't mean it.
You said I was Beautiful, but you don't say it anymore.
You said you wouldn't hurt me, but I know you were lying.
You used to say that you wouldn't leave me, Where are you?
They are cutting into me,the pain is intense.
I'm drowning in my pain.
Oh why did you give me a Rose with thorns?
-Heather Tourtellotte
