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Linn Forzano Poem
So I wake up every morning at five thirty,
Have to take a shower, I feel so dirty.
Get dressed and off I go to the bus,
Every morning tired and sad but I
Don’t make a fuss.
Have to get to the bus stop early and wait,
Don’t really mind accept for the people
In their cars, they are the ones I hate.
Finally arrived, a half hour before school starts,
Sit down and “Face” walks by and farts.
Turn on the computer and pull out my books,
And watch them all give “Face” dirty
looks.
You see “Face” rides a bike to school
But we all know it’s a cover
for her “witch’s” broom. And
that’s because of the way
she acts in the classroom.
Geez all she seems to do it itch and nag
No one cares “Face” your just an
some old hag.
At least there isn’t a dull moment here,
But if I get annoyed
I’m gonna flick her in the ear.
Copyright © Linn Forzano | Year Posted 2010
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Linn Forzano Poem
Don’t forget every night at eight
You pray, I pray, we’ll make it a date!
You can pray to help your heart
To heal the sadness when we’re apart
I’ll pray for things to get easy
When we say goodbye, to not feel queasy.
You can pray for mommy to get her own place
For your own room with lots of space.
I’ll pray for you to be happy
And for your daddy to not be snappy
You can pray to see me everyday
And ask God for everything to be okay
I’ll pray that the angles protect you
And your sister and brother too
You can pray and ask for anything
He listens to all, he is our King.
I’ll pray all night for you my son
Hoping tomorrow brings you nothing but fun
I’ll pray for you to understand
To never stop reaching for my hand.
I’ll pray that everything will work out
That my love for you, you’ll never doubt
So Don’t forget every night at eight
You pray, I pray, we’ll make it a date!
Copyright © Linn Forzano | Year Posted 2010
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Linn Forzano Poem
So I wake up every morning at five thirty,
Have to take a shower, I feel so dirty.
Get dressed and off I go to the bus,
Every morning tired and sad but I
Don’t make a fuss.
Have to get to the bus stop early and wait,
Don’t really mind accept for the people
In their cars, they are the ones I hate.
Finally arrived, a half hour before school starts,
Sit down and “Face” walks by and farts.
Turn on the computer and pull out my books,
And watch them all give “Face” dirty
looks.
You see “Face” rides a bike to school
But we all know it’s a cover
for her “witch’s” broom. And
that’s because of the way
she acts in the classroom.
Geez all she seems to do it itch and nag
No one cares “Face” your just an
some old hag.
At least there isn’t a dull moment here,
But if I get annoyed
I’m gonna flick her in the ear.
Copyright © Linn Forzano | Year Posted 2010
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Linn Forzano Poem
I look at your bed, made nice and neat.
Blankets and pillows cleaned, yet their empty. Nothing in it, no arms, no feet.
Your clothes all folded, no dirty ones to be washed,
No clean ones to be worn, for you
Not here with me.
Your toys and books all put away!
Your just not here to play
Today.
Your empty plates sit at the table,
I can’t eat without you, I’m
Just not able.
No kids here tonight to tuck into bed. No
Goodnight kiss to give on your
Head.
I hope my loves are tucked all nice and tight
And think of mommy threw out the
Night.
Copyright © Linn Forzano | Year Posted 2010
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I watch the blood soak threw my sweater,
and oh how I feel so much better.
To the bathroom is where I went,
Didn't bother to give anyone a hint.
Belive me no way I want to die,
But cutting myself gives me an
unexplainable high!
This pain rips threw my heart,
But my kids and boyfriend I
will not part.
Okay now some will say I'm just crazy,
or say "kill herself, no way she's to lazy"
I just want to watch it bleed,
I guess my depression needs to feed.
Right now I just can't smile,
Leave me be on the bathroom tile.
Don't tell me you understand
because I know you'll turn when
I reach for your hand.
Just let the blood soak threw me sweater,
Just give me 20 minutes so I can feel better.
Copyright © Linn Forzano | Year Posted 2010
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