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Brooke Clark Poem
There once was a whale named Wayne the Whale,
In his fin there was a rusty nail,
Then he met the crab named George,
Who got the nail out of it's gorge,
Wayne the Whale left with a flip of his tail.
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I look out my window
at the perfect sunset
but see nothing
as my heart is breaking.
Everything that was once beautiful
is now dreadfully repulsing
as all the light in my world is gone,
ripped from me in a horrid way.
I look out my window
at the kids playing
and envy them.
I'm only a kid,
why can't I be happy and carefree
like them?
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Brooke Clark Poem
Heaven decsends on
the Earth begging for glory
Lighting the rough land
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She laughs when she's about to cry
She does what she has to,
no matter the task.
To the sick baby she coos.
She doesn't get much pay
but thanks God it's enough
to pay the bills
She's the one who's tough.
Tell me who the stong one is
She never lets anyone down
She has a heart that only gives
I'm the greedy one in my town.
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Brooke Clark Poem
Amazing
Unique
Tame
U help
Marvelous
Neurotic
Dumb
Awhole
Killer
Ostentacious
Tormenting
A liar
Jusified
Outstanding
Right
Daring
Awesome
Never lies
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They howl, piddle, and slobber
All over your new shoes.
They eat everything in their line of sight,
And you never get to read the news!
They think everything belongs to them,
no matter what it is.
It could be a rubber ball,
it's either hers or his.
They fight like cats and dogs,
and never seem to share,
they'd rather have the box,
than the toys you bought to show you care.
And even though they make a million mistakes,
and make you feel so old,
you never stop loving them,
because those babies are your own.
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Why can't I be normal?
Why do I have to fake a smile,
then die as no one sees that it's fake?
Why do I have to wait for someone to care
enough to climb over the wall I've built?
Why do I look, but not see?
Why does the world seem to hate me?
Why do I feel so alone?
Why can't I be a kid?
Why does every sad song seem to apply to me?
Why do I seem so insensitive?
Why do I shut people out, when all I want is to let someone in?
Why do I live life the way I do,
knowing it is wrong,
but still live it that way?
Why do I hear voices telling me something is wrong?
Why won't the nagging in my ear go away?
Why can't I find love?
Why don't I let anyone love me?
Why don't I love myself?
Why do I try to act carefree,
but all I do is worry?
Why do people tell me not to care what other people think,
then I try to be myself, they tell me to stop
because people are staring?
Why do adults tell us kids that two wrongs don't make a right,
and then they go seeking vengence?
Why must I act as though I'm not slowly dying?
Why must I only be able to cry on the inside?
Why must I put on a brave face for everything?
Why does my mom call me names that aren't right for a mother
to call a daughter?
Why do Mom and Dad always fight?
Why are my brother and I the subject of all the fights,
and are not allowed to have a say in anything
that is said?
Why do my mom and dad say things about each other they don't mean?
Why did they bother having us, if they knew it wasn't going to work?
Why do people always leave, even when they promise to say?
Why do I have to live up to expectations in oreder
to be loved by my mother?
Why can't anyone answer these questions for me?
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TODAY I learned from past mistakes.
TODAY my heart mended a little more.
TODAY my heart broke a little more.
TODAY I realized things that used to be lost causes.
TODAY my life got better.
TODAY my life got worse.
TODAY I had no regrets.
TODAY I lived.
TODAY I died.
TODAY was, as always, anything but ordinary.
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Because you always make me laugh,
no matter what's going through my mind.
Because you have a big heart,
And because you are so kind.
Because you hold me when I cry,
Smile when I stop,
Put up with my attitude,
when I don't get my pop.
Because you would die for me,
To let me see another day,
But you'd be somewhere else,
Somewhere far away.
What I'm trying to say is this:
For many reasons, you stole my heart,
Reasons I cannot write.
But thank you for playing the boyfriend part.
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I hate the way you talk,
the way you say my name,
the way you wear your hair.
To me it's all the same.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even more when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're just standing there,
Also when you lie.
I hate you for hurting me,
I hate you for being untrue,
I hate you for making me hate you,
And for making me love you.
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