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Karissa Wiens Poem
The love of a child so tender and true
It breaks a heart to see one feeling blue
The joy they bring to a persons world
Whether it be a precious boy or an adorable girl
Their laughter and smiles luminate through a room
What a gift God gave to us to create one in the womb
The gift of their life is such a gorgeous creation
What an impact they can bring upon every nation
Be tender, gentle, sweet and patient with them
Show them unconditional love and forever be friends
Be there for them when they need a shoulder to cry on
Lend them you ear when they need someone to confide upon
Maintain this relationship for it is one of a kind and unique
For when they are lonely or sad it will be you that they seek
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Karissa Wiens Poem
If I told you that you hold the key to my heart, I lied
If I told you that you are my life, I lied
If I told you that I want to spend my life with you, I lied
If I told you that I would die for you, I lied
You do not hold the key to my heart, but my soul
You are not my life, but my whole world and more
I do not want to spend my life with you, but an eternity
I would not die for you, but fight to the bitter sweet end
So now you see just how much you mean to me
Because you are my love, my life, and my best friend
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A heart so tender left to its own demise
Only to be picked up by the devils creations
Tortured, angry, greedy and unkind souls
Play games, misleading and untrusting
The trickery, the unforgiving hurt and lies
The false love and the many temptations
Eventually making one want to fill their head with holes
The mixed emotions, uncontrollable lusting
Oh how it makes one call upon deaths grace
An amazing blanket of darkness and peace
To be taken from what they have labeled life
And reborn into a new dimension, alas
Saying goodbye to such a scummy, decrepit place
Temptation comes by and calls on to such sweet release
So to follow the call of the blade of the knife
Or possibly the blast of the gun, how exactly could one pass
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I find myself falling into this deeper and deeper... Harder and harder... I fall...
I fall until I can't hit the ground any harder than I have...
Until the world around me melts away... disappears...
Until the clouds above look like little cotton puffs pushed to the bottom of my pill bottle...
The pill bottle that holds the very contents of my poison... The very drug that keeps me
going day to day...
It's grip on me is tight.. Making me weak in the knees... It's flavor is sweet... I am
addicted...
This drug is like none other than I have ever tasted... Finding it hard to breathe when
ever it's out of my reach...
Going insane for just the touch of it on my finger tips or even resting upon my skin...
For the very scent of it filling up my nostrils... Running through my veins and awakening
my senses... I am weak..
The very thought... craving... need... I look forward to every second that I can consume
it's high...
Addicted to the addiction of loving it so... The pill bottle, my own heart...
The very drug that frees me and makes me feel clean of sin... Awake... Whole... Alive...
It's love... It's you...
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Stressed, sick, in need of sedation
Finding it hard to feel positive sensation
My thoughts wander, my heart fades... Dies
Without you, it's torture, my soul quietly cries
Yet you enter the room, something is shaken
Feeling more alive, my happiness stirs, it has awakened
In your presence again I am one... I am alive
Though once you are dismissed, withering I am deprived
I seep deeper into the madness of my depression
It grows with fury, the thorns of aggression
One day with all of my insanity I will fade away
While riding into the dusk, on my winged horse made of clay...
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If I were to die tomorrow
Would you feel pain or any sorrow
Would you be angry, maybe sad
Or would you be happy, maybe glad
What if you missed me so very much
That you longed to feel my gentle touch
Wanting to feel my warm embrace
Or my lips upon your precious face
But please go on for quite some time
For I am looking upon you and smiling
And I shall leave you this task if you may
Please go on and cease the day
Think of me as I would think of you
As one of Gods greater few
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There are children out there with nowhere to go
Who have to sit and freeze out in the snow
They are the next victims of the street
With nowhere to go but bad people to meet
They are like the dead who have been forgot
With no warm homes or proper food that is hot
Instead they get sucked into doing drugs
Or even transformed into terrible child thugs
These children once loved in a good home
Left out on the streets to live on their own
So tell me the truth, is this what you wanted?
A world of children whose thoughts get haunted
Haunted by abuse and their drugs illusions
By the alcohol and the phony delusions
That their dreams are nothing but hopeless
And their poor lives are totally wasted
You tell me what you were thinking
When saw one and could almost see their hopes sinking
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