Here are three poems to start off with:
Questions
Confusion. Frustration. Who knew these decisions could be so hard? Who tells the truth? What is the truth? Which way to turn? Should I stay the way I am? Should I become the way my parents are trying to make me? Should I keep my beliefs? Should I become skeptical? If I become skeptical, should it be to protect myself from lies and tricks? How can I tell if someone's telling me the truth? Who should I trust? Who knows? Who can help? Who can I trust? So lost. So confused. What do I do?
I wrote "Questions" one day when I was so confused and tired of being lied to and tricked. "Questions" is basically a few things in one poem. Being confused, tired of being lied to and tricked, tired of being lectured by my parents...etc. I still haven't decided the answer on any of these "Questions."
I Don't Care
I remember. I remember when I used to care. I remember when I used to work hard. I remember when I bothered. I found out I didn't matter. No one cared about me. No one listened. No one cared if I helped or cared. Iam invisable. I am useless. I am careless. No longer. I no longer care. I no longer work hard. I no longer bother. Why should I bother if no one cares?
I wrote "I Don't Care" one day when my class was doing a project and I had worked so hard and gotten so many notes. I guess you could say I was pretty proud of myself. But, alas, it was a GROUP project; and no one would listen to me. No one cared about how hard I worked. After reading "I Don't Care," you probably get the idea of how I felt about that.
Gone
Gone. What does it mean? When someone is gone. They'll never be there again. They'll never brush your hair and sing to you again. They'll never reach you anything again. They'll never talk to you again. They'll never train with you again. They'll never play a game with you again. They'll never be able to watch you grow. No more of their dreams will ever come true with them to see. Never again. For they are gone.
I accually have dedications for "Gone." This is what I wrote: For my 10-year-old "Rurouni Kenshin" character, Isabella and all those who have lost someone special to them. But, especially for all the orphans, like Isabella, of the world, whom were left in the world alone with no loving parents to guide and teach them. I am no orphan, nor have I lost someone dear; but I understand how hard it is to lose a loved one. or more. Now. more than ever, we must share out love and care to those who have no one. For those who have no one, deserve it.
 Laitie · Fri Feb 18, 2005 @ 08:11pm · 2 Comments |
