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May 21 beacuse death could not wait for me....
Because death could not stop for me,
i stopped kindly for him,
the carriage held by ourselfs,and conquer immortality for life,
i drove slowly-and death had no haste,
and i had put away,
My labour and leisure too,
for my death"s civility,
i passed my school,where i once strove,
at trecess-in the ring,
i passed the fields,where the grazing grain,
stared at me my setting sun,
or rather my death was drawing near,
the dews drew quivering and chill,
for only to held me in its bosom.
to snatch me from my mother"s bosom,
i paused before my house,that said to me
i might not see the pale face of my mother again,
a swelling ground where a lily would swey in the hard wind,
the roof was scarely visible where i would nevr see the dawn again,
the cornice ground where i would never smell the morning dew again,
the window where i sit for hours,see the night falling,
i would never see the swing, that swayed with a dream of touching the sky,
the smell of the wet ground,of the rains setting in,
the touch of winter,i would nevr feel cold or wet,
i would see,the centuries becoming ages,
empire"s falling,telling the sad tale of it"s glory,
the faces of kings and knights,telling how bravely they died,
i hear the sounds of sad and deceased lovers,who wish,
that if they had lived with their loved one"s,
if they the poewer to turn back the time.
my time has come,hard for me to go,
i touched my motehr"s hand,she gave me whisper,
i gave her a sigh,i took her trembling hand and said,
i would be awiting for you,in eternity.
but now it"s not your time, but mine.
while i lived,i did not fight any enemies,
i fought myself,and the enemy was inside me,
i have an obligation against god,want to know,
for those who,died before fighting,
i conqured my fears,and i conqured my death.
May 15 Walk with me.............................................................it is madness... 
To hate all roses
because you got scratched with one thorn... 
To give up on your dreams
because one didn’t come true... To lose faith in prayers
Because one was not answered...
To give up on your efforts Because one of them failed... To condemn all your friends Because one betrayed you... Not to believe in love Because someone was unfaithful or didn’t love u.
To throw away all your chances to be happy Because you did not succeed on the first attempt.... I hope that as you go on your way You don’t give in to madness
Remembering always ... Another friend A new love A renewed strength
Be my friend Look for hapiness in every day The sure path to failure is to give up! It is often through failure that future success come – KEEP TRYING! God bless you. March 22 The Dead Inn
Let the tearful go to the sidewalk as you walk into a dead inn meant for dead men ridden for the after life i run into a cold nine inch knife i lived my life in strife . Girl that Bled her Soul
Standing on the corner Watching cars drive by She is standing there alone No one notice that she cries Suddenly a car is stopping He roles down the window Asks her"How much hunni"? And they disappear like a shadow She is a Queen of the night Girl of the cities dirty streets Only knowing that she's alive By feeling her hearts beat She lets him touch her body But he can't get to her soul And though it's been broken her heart still seems to be whole After he is finished with her He dumps her some where Doesn't want any one to see him "He has never been there"! Another car drives by her She can hardly stand anymore Her life is just so messed up Thinking of her life before Before she started doing drugs Back when she was daddy's girl She had everything back then She lived in a perfect world And now she just wants to die Knowing that what she do is wrong A car stops, pulling herself together She tries to smile and to seem strong *I didn't know how to end this, so sorry for the crappy ending. This poem was really hard for me to write...I was in evening and I know that young girls prostitute them self, but I have never been in the middle of it all, like I was this evening. It broke my heart to see those young girls at 14-16 years old, going in to cars and leave with old men, made me cry!!! I wanted to safe them all, I wanted to scream at them and do something, but hey what can I do??? Nothing!!! Well I just had to get it out, sorry!!! A drop that fell and froze forever
A tear drop in my hand It fell from my eyes I wonder why I always cry. I get hurt by men All the time I do not trust them They always make me cry. Although I have three men I trust I will never see two of the three. I always get lied to Even from girls I try to help them out But I get stabbed in the back. Why do they lie? I do not know I wonder if it was my fault. I trust them with all my heart I tell them what they need to know, Maybe it is all my fault. I have trouble sleeping I am afraid of my dreams I cry when I wake up Just like I cry before I go to sleep. This tear drop in my hand Is starting to dry But I am afraid I new one Will soon come and fall back Into my hand. |
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