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Tap, Tap, Tap!
Carla’s pen keeps hitting the table,
As she writes her final thoughts.
She attempts to explain to her mother,
How it wasn’t her fault.
She tried so hard,
To raise her right.
It wasn’t her fault,
That her daughters life crumbled,
Right before her eyes.
It wasn’t her fault,
That she didn’t know.
How could she?
Her daughter hid it so well.
She finishes the note,
And signs with her best wishes.
Wishes that her mother would be ok,
Wishes that she could see,
It had nothing to do with her,
Wishes that everyone could just forget.
Forget about her!
“I Love You”,
Carla adds at the end.
Three simple words,
That would be carved in her mothers mind.
Not for a week,
Not even for a month,
But until the day she dies.
Carla gets up.
Walks over to her dresser,
Leaving the note behind.
Reaches into the top drawer,
And pulls out a gun.
Her hands are trembling,
Lips quivering,
Knees beginning to give way.
Slowly making her way to the bed,
She crawls under the covers.
Places the barrel of the gun,
Against her temple.
Her pointer finger,
Lingering over the trigger.
She pulls it in,
And nothing.
No pain,
No bang,
No death,
Nothing!
She must have left a bullet out,
While she quickly loaded the gun.
Now realizing,
What she is doing.
Tears come flowing out of her eyes,
Like a salt-water waterfall.
She’s sobbing now,
Good thing no ones home.
Placing her finger back on the trigger,
She pulls one last time.
It hit her,
Like a rock thrown through a window.
Her skull shattered,
Her tears stopped
It was over,
Over and done with!
She was gone!
No worries left to think about,
No life left to care about!
Yet she was still sad.
Killing herself,
Had not given her the satisfaction,
She so dearly desired.
It felt like another bullet hit her,
As she discovered this would haunt her.
Haunt her for all eternity,
In the after-life.
The moment she pulled the trigger,
The sorrow she felt,
Would never leave.
It would play over and over,
In her mind.
Her soul could never rest,
After what she did.
Dieing was not at all what she hoped was her Last Wish!
Form:
Octobar 12
Dear Oprah,
I know that every day you get a million letters. From people doing good. People
doing bad and people doing better. And I know Miss Oprah, that out them million letters,
maybe you read only one. But I want to tell you about my life before it's over and done.
People say on the list of things they never want to be, being sick or dying is first. I
say, being ugly and unloved is far worse, cause that just stick to you your whole life
like a curse.
My name is Correne and I'm one of the ones doing bad. And Miss Oprah My life is so sad.
I know there is a good reason you don't write back. But life just here for a season, and
then it's gone just like one of Sonya lilacs.
Yisterday I would have did suicide, but Ettie had used the last Tylenal aspirin the day
before- for her migraine headache wouldn't hurt no more. I could have used Willies World
War II gun, but it's been seven years since he had money to buy bullets. I'm scared of
guns and I don't know if I have strength to pull it. And unfortunate we lives in one story
house so the roof aint high enough to jump off anyway. So I guess Miss Oprah, I'm going to
live to see another day. Maybe I come up with another way.
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Dear Oprah,
Some time I write you letter in my room at night. Aunt Ettie shout at me, I aint made of
money, turn off that God darn light. When she scream like that, I cry and get tears on the
letter, and I hope in my head that tomorrow will be better.
Today I sit back on Ettie Sofa and smile 'cause I'm watching your show, Big Josh say,
Oprah cant help you. Most you ever goin to be is a fat ugly Ho. Last week he get so mad he
molest me on the couch while I was watching your show. I reach to turn off the TV. he say,
leave it on! I want Oprah to see. While he mess with me, I think bout how your show tell
people to hold on. I want to fight him off me, but he so strong. He cuss me when I tell
him he doing wrong.
I think it take a whole ocean to hold just half of my sorrow. I hear Ettie coming,
Oprah. I write you again tomorrow...
So scared ive sat for hours
each day of this week
just thinking, maybe of the worst
ive prayed that this day, today
would never come
Today is his last day
the last day ill see him
schools over
he's leaving me behind
he has no choice this time
my hidden thoughts ramble in my brain
they scramble all sense of clarity
all i can think of is
im loosing him
i keep this behind frightened eyes
i want to crawl into his arms
and ask, maybe beg
..."when will i see you again?"
but this, this is something i cant even speak on
because we both dont know that answer
but he'll tell me "don't worry Boo. Soon"
or at least i think he will
Im making myself parinoid
wondering if he knows how i feel
why wouldnt he though?
ive never showed him otherwise
even though, he isnt mine
my girl chelsey
even she understands
that though he isnt mine
he's still my man
so she backs away
though she's crushing hard
because she knows
that noel is my world
forever it would take me
to tell him how i feel
a life time it would take me
just to TELL him how i feel
that these emotions
arent just tricks in my mind
that i will love him
for the rest of time
id die before
i even got to explain
before i got to show him
unless he made me shut up
by kissing me in the rain
im scared so bad
and im not so sure of what
i feel like im loosing my Boo
because we'll be out of touch
he'll be with his girl
and ill be in the next town
half an hour from his place
with no ride to go see him
why am i scared?
its not like hes mine
why am i scared?
its not like i wont see him another time
why am i scared?
because i want him so bad?
why am i scared?
and yet at his girlfriend im not mad
why cant i explain
to just walk up and tell him
that i love this boy
when to the world i want to yell it
he is my life raft
my life saver
he is all i need
and he's just the right flavor
so why?
There is a boy inside and under he lies, A certain person and a certain face, a wouderd grin
across this place, He lies and he fries in the midst of the dark, He try's he try's but no light to
shut out this mark. Whoever we think he is, he takes into pain, and silent at night cry's in
vain. For hes lost and lonely and needs a freind, But its our lazy selves that wont allow to
offend, Who he is and what he does, Countless minutes were strapping the cause. Of what
this kid is and what he will say, Minutes and hours and seconds waste away. He gives up in
sorrow no hope he seeks, for forever and ever noone willl hear him weap. We sat there and
sat there thinking poor little boy, But we played this sick game by treating him like a toy. A
person benath is much deeper then love, A person inside is consumed with dark love. A
person inside hides their true feelings to not show pain, A real person that looks through
others eyes can see even through rain. This person that lies and stares at the sky, is aware
of the starangers and things passing by. Everyday we count our blessings and say, Dear god
thankyou foreverything and yur blessd ways. But what we cant see fully is ourselves
devotionally or awake this dream fantasy of fiction or what we call truth, This heart we
encounter may never lie under our vains, or take away our sorow or tears that encourage
pains. This voteing question why cant we be ourselves around everyone on the earth,
because we were raised and taught a certain way at birth. For our mothers and fathers
created who we are inside, so theres no shame in hideing youreself or Letting this person
outside, Be the one who lives Youre life through, And lives life fully and spent, But most
importantly lives life as you.
This song makes me think of myself. It's call "what the hell" by Avril Lavine
You say that I'm messing with your head
All cause I was making out with your friend
Love hurts whether it's right or wrong
I can't stop cause I'm having too much fun
You're on your knees
Begging please stay with me
But honestly, I just need to be a little crazy
All my life I've been good,
But now I'm thinking What The Hell
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about
If you love me if you hate me
You can save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good
But now whoaaaa what The Hell
So what if I go out on a million dates
You never call or listen to me anyway
I'd rather rage than sit around and wait all day
Don't get me wrong
I just need some time to play
You're on your knees
Begging please stay with me
But honestly I just need to be a little crazy
All my life I've been good,
But now I'm thinking What The Hell
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about
If you love me if you hate me
You can save me
Baby, baby all my life I've been good
But now whoaaa what The Hell
La-la-la-la la la
Whoa Whoa
La-la-la-la la la
Whoa Whoa
You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head when
I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good,
But now
I'm thinking What The Hell
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about
All my life I've been good,
But now
I'm thinking What The Hell
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good
But now
Whoaaa...
What The Hell
Lalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalala
Form:
Jessica
The atmosphere in the basement was thick,
The party was so intense you could not even think.
Everyone was dancing, drinking and having fun.
This was basically everyone, all except one.
Her name was Jessica, she was only sixteen.
She had sneaked out of her house just to be seen.
Jessica was a smart and pretty girl, but her self esteem was low
She was sitting at the party, watching everyone dance and put on a show..
Along came a guy, he told her if she wanted to get out of there.
She hesitated at the offer, but let the pressure get the best of her.
They went outside; he talked to her like no guy had ever before
He looked in her eyes asking for something much more.
They went to his car for the sole intention of talking,
But he tried to kiss her with out even stopping.
She felt dizzy and slug, you see the drink he had gave her
Had contained some type of tranquillizing drug
That night he had raped her over and over,
With no type of Mercy until he had gotten sober.
She woke up naked covered in blood,
Screaming and screaming with all her might
Only to discover that that guy she barely knew was nowhere in sight.
A month passed and she was still scared,
Only because a guy had gone way too far.
Feeling pain she began to worry, running to the hospital in a hurry.
Jessica was told to be infected, as the doctor diagnosed her with HIV,
She felt like her life would no longer be.
This was the story of a girl, who deserved so much better,
But to her it seemed like life was eternally out to get her.
Life is like a game of sport,
Where skills can get you by.
Goals are the targets to aim for,
But sometimes direction is
Too wide or too high.
Yet you continue playing the game.
As you learn by your mistakes.
You feel good whenever
You score the points,
Grateful when given the breaks.
Sometimes the crowd is with you.
Sometimes you stand alone,
But aware of who is the linesman
Responsibility for action your own....
Life is about achievement,
Yet disappointments and failure too
Are also part of its' structure,
Though its' playing is down to you.
You can accept life has its' mishaps
With courage to see them through.
And make your targets clear and straight
When in your power to do,
Or you can give up without even trying
Any of the challenges life passes to you.....
You have the potential to be a winner
By using all the skills you possess,
And if you trust in life and value yourself
As a person you'll be a success...
Life's pitch is laid out before you.
Run the course with your head and your heart,
But remember what matters
Is not winning or losing
But how each plays their given part.
So make sure to give it your very best shot
Making your aims honest and true.
And try to have faith in the rest of the team,
Then Life will be a Winner for you.
I wrote this for our Godson when he was a teenager
He was and still is into football..
This poem is a farewell piece of advice to a group of students I have taught over the last four years. I do
hope they find the metaphor meaningful and believe that they are the "architects of their own future."
Spread before you is a canvas of hope and opportunity
Waiting to be painted with strokes of what you are and can be
Waiting to be filled with colours that define you and the life you live
Waiting to be stamped with the personality that only you can give
To the portrait of your life, by itself a work of art
A work which, on this day, with vigour you will start
Spread before you is a canvas of vision and desire
Waiting to be sketched with shades of passion and fire
Waiting to be decorated with a story and theme
Waiting to be etched with ambition that is now just a dream
Of a picture whose tone, texture and style
Would have made this work worth all the while
Spread before you is a canvas, empty, yet full of space
Waiting to be stroked with your wit, charm and grace
Waiting to be brushed with strokes daring, vivid and bold
Waiting to be painted with a story that can be told
Of a life whose essence is one of sublime beauty
Of a person who lived his life and did his duty
Of a person who lived life the way it should be
Of a complete canvas that will reflect many a memory.
Is this the way my
life is suppose to be
I am I suppose to sit and
reminise on him
why when I remember
him all I can do is smile
when I see him, my lips
want to go to his
Why after months am still
willing to say he's mine
when people ask who's your boy
I want to mention his name
Is this the way my life
is suppose to be
Why when something goes
good someone has to put bad
why when i do something
right they find away to make it
wrong
am I suppose to feel alone
and unwanted
am I suppose to sit on the
sidelines and smile
Is this the way life is suppose
to be
When when somethings wrong
I think it's something with me
When they dont talk to me
why do I smile and walk away
How come I can't have
a best friend who I
spend everyday wit
one who listen and things
to do
Is this the way my life is
suppose to be
Why can't I have control
of my life
why does my dad hang over my hear
that I'm not his
why when my grades are great
something comes along to make
them slip
Why do I have to cover a weak
personality with a hard image
why when I've found Jesus
I Can't pray
Form:
I feel my love bleeding out. Being sucked out. Being ground into pieces as tiny as dust. A
fan lays under and blows them all away, never to be found again. Maybe its just me. Maybe
my existence is wrong. Maybe I'm just a bad person. I love like no other and yet I am just
to have my love drained once again. Maybe its poison. Maybe all I'm doing is killing my
loved ones. Maybe I just don't deserve love. Maybe I'm an abomination doomed to walk this
world lonely until I fall over and die. Life is a misunderstanding to me. I don't know why
we live it just to die 100 years IF that later. Maybe I should just let the life be sucked
out of me as I go from one crushed feeling to the other. Maybe I shouldn't wait and just
do it myself. It seems not to matter. I've always just been someone who's there. Someone
to talk to when no one else is around. I cannot comprehend living with this any more. Its
the beginning of the end. All I see is darkness now. I've lost my spec of light.