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Janella John Poem
Oak Tree
On a cold windy day I stood under an old oak tree
The oak tree that everyone used to run away from you see.
But I stood there firm and strong
And said oak tree, oak tree please fall upon me.
From the roots it shook
I gave it a sturdy look, At Once I looked down at the roots, they no longer shook.
I yelled oak tree, oak tree please do not temp me
Send down a branch or two, with a heavy fall so I am not able to move at all.
Oh What I would do to be fully sore.
Oak tree, oh oak tree take me out of my misery
In that the winds did blow
And I lift my hands to the sky and a smile did show.
The oak tree was about to give away
Oh goody, that will sure make my day
As it began to fall, I didn’t blink an eye
Started to think about the new place I would reside.
At that exact moment a man pulled me down
In doing so I let off a frown
He said my dear, my dear what where you doing.
I said mister death is what I was pursuing
Why oh why would your heart contain such a faith, to end you life with such heist
Mister I tired to do it peaceful and with plenty of grace
Earth yes earth is no place for me it withholds so much boundaries.
He said just take it day by day, there’s many people earth who some times
think this way.
He took me away far away from that fallen oak tree, to place where I needed to be
Around loved ones and family
Who knew happiness could come so easily
Copyright © Janella John | Year Posted 2009
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Janella John Poem
Untitled Poem. She sits on her bedroom floor
Dumbfounded by the amount of tears she gave off
Hands Tight around her knees
Rockin' back and forth
Repeating I Cant Catch A Break
Driven By Deep sorrow,broken by Emotional pain
That Knife in the kitchen that caught her eye earlier
Looked Almost Beautiful To Her Now
Down the steps she's wondering what next
Torn Between Dreadful Thoughts
It Came To Past
The knife in her Hand
She Lifts It Up To See Her Face in it.
Tempted She was to take these Mangled Breaths Away
But She put the knife down-Rubbed it between her palms And Threw herself across the
ground Right in the Kitchen
Hands tight around her Knees
Rockin' Back and Forth,Repeating I Cant Catch A Break
She Cant get a grasp on Why hurt is followed by Her Name
Waiting for Happiness but happiness has no calim.
At Least On Her,She's Her Own Reason To Blame
Chasing And running after things that been dropped out the Race
Getting played by the game,when she should be Playing it. Punched,Kicked,Beaten in the
heart,unable to catch a break
Might be asking yourself what break is she talking about.
The Break to wake up and smile at the world,and stop havin the world smile at Her.The
Chance For People to Be jealous of her Happiness.
Copyright © Janella John | Year Posted 2009
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