Well, Im 14 years old. I've been writing poetry for about 3 years, and hope to for a long time. It's my way of getting my message out, and finding a voice for those who cant. I've pretty much made poetry my life. |
Every night shes asking the stars,
For the answers...
You were there to see my first steps,
You were there when I cried...
**I dedicate this poem to my father, and everyone...
Some people think that its so hard...
A little girl crosses the playground,
She wonders why everyone stares...
She gave him her heart,
He gave her his soul...
Maybe I'm just a little bit broken.
Maybe I cry too often on my own...
We met each other in sixth grade.
Became friends right a way...
She doesntk know what love is,
No ones ever shown...
He sighs and confronts his enemy; the mirror.
Glaring back at the reflection that taunts him...
Why did you have to go?
Why did cancer pick you...
Three reasons for speaking, come what may; instruction against ignorance, counsel against strife, truth against harmful lies. |
Three things hard to do; cool the fire, dry the water, and please the world. |
A tear falls on a picture, placed in a frame titled 'Friends are Forever'. They are the soul mates lost when fate turns cruel. When words become weapons and promises forgot. |