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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:30 pm
Holy carp! It's a teenage girl writing poems! No forking way! Have you ever heard of this before? So basically I started writing poetry-type stuff when I was, like twelve. You know, when the average pre-teen girl starts going on that my-parents-have-no-clue-and-want-to-ruin-my-life thing. There's a bit more to my actual story than that, but I think you get the idea. So in the beginning most of my poems are that angsty-emo-lost hope kinda dealio. And then I started high school and realized that I was totally making a huge deal out of nothing and that I really need to stop whining so much and, hey, guess what! My parents totally aren't trying to ruin my life. Anyway, moving on to the more important stuff, I am still writing poetry even though it's about six years later (big surprise, I know.) And sometimes, because of stupid lack of serotonin that becomes insufferably obvious, they are still emoish and boo-hooey. Most of the time, though, they are that lovely sunshine-and-daisies kind of thing that fourteen year-olds in love write, only better because I have a bigger vocabulary and more imagination (how's that for conceited, pride and arrogance?) In any case, they're my creations and I kind of like to think of them as my pets.Anyway, coming up after this, but you may have to wait a bit, will be several of my things. Some of them written previously, and some of them made up on the spot. I really appreciate input and criticism. It helps me grow. Even though I may completely disagree with you if you say something, you've still put the idea in my head and, trust me, it will pop out one day when I'm writing something and be all 'HEY! Remember me? I'm that idea that you threw fruit at. Uh-huh. So, anyway, why don't you, uh, you know, sneak me into that poem of yours, eh? C'mon! Give it a try! You know you want to.'
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 10:18 pm
#1 In Loving Memory-Esther T. A.
I didn't understand it, when you went away.
I was thirteen years old and crying at the end of the day.
I was confused and angry, hurt and afraid.
It was months before I didn't feel that way.
Years later now, years later,
Sometimes I must admit I still don't know the reason why.
Sometimes I still just want to sit down and cry.
But I have learned that you are with me.
I can still remember the way you sang to me.
And I remember the way you used to smell.
And in my dreams and heart I can love you still.
You are near me when I play that old song
And you are near me when I sing along.
In everything I do, I can feel you.
Maybe you knew all along.
Maybe that's why you never let me doubt.
Even when you were at the end,
There was never a question of your love.
You gave me a reason to love my music.
You gave me a reason to love myself
When every other reason failed me.
I didn't understand it, when you went away.
I am eighteen years old and crying at the end of the day.
But I'm not confused or hurt, angry or afraid.
You never wanted me to feel that way.
Now time has passed since that dark day,
Sometimes I must and admit I still don't know the reason why.
Then I remember that old song
And I can hear you singing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:51 pm
#2Live
This morning I promise, I will look at the sky.
I will see the blue and the clouds that pass by.
I will search for the pictures they make as they fly
And I will not look for rain to come, not again.
Not again.
Today, I swear, I will see the flowers that bloom.
I will feel the grass beneath my feet as I roam.
I will listen for the songbirds and the bee's drone
And I will not look for the wilting, not again.
Not again.
Today, I promise you
I will live.
I will not just exist.
Today, I promise you
I will see,
I will hear.
Tonight, when the sun goes down and colors fade,
I promise you that I will watch the stars come out.
And I will listen for the song that they sing
And I will never be the way I used to be.
I will live.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:58 pm
#3 Prayer
If you can here me, I beg you
Have mercy on me, as I am.
As a human I am a sinner
And I know that I am not worthy.
Often pride and envy overcome me.
I am weak and it doesn't take much
To make me fall.
I do not want to fall, and yet I do.
Today was a good day, Lord.
Today the sun rose and the birds sang.
Today I sang and smiled.
Other days are not so good.
Other days the sky is cloudy
And I cry and just want to sleep.
I want to make every day good,
But sometimes I just can't.
Lord, please bless my mother.
She has so much to do
And she never complains.
She smiles more than anyone I know.
Bless my father,
As he works that he will be safe.
Bless him at home to be happy.
Sometimes he isn't happy.
Bless all those who are weary.
Bless them that they may find rest.
Bless those who are sad
That they may find joy.
Bless those who are frightened
That they may find peace.
And bless the many who fight
Just to survive another day.
I must ask, Lord,
For a blessing for myself.
Selfish and sinner as I am,
I beg for mercy.
Give me your light
That I might return to you.
I long to return.
Amen.
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