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Sierra Cowan Poem
We’ve had our differences in the past,
But I always tried to work through them.
We’ve had our little fights before,
But I always said sorry.
We’ve had our disagreements previously,
But I always saw your side.
Well I’m done!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
I’ve tried to be friends,
On more then one occasion.
I’ve tried to nice,
But now I don’t have the patience.
I’ve tried to just let things go,
And just have fun.
I’ve tried to ignore it,
But now I’m done!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
Now that I’ve cut you loose,
I feel free.
Now that I’m through,
I feel happy .
Now that I’m done with you,
I feel like me.
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
When you regret your choices,
I want you to remember this.
I’m done with you,
And there is nothing I’m going to miss.
I’m done trusting you,
Cause I always get screwed.
I’m done believing you,
Cause it always ends in a feud.
I’m simply just done,
With you!
I’m done working through them.
I’m done saying sorry!
I’m done seeing your side.
I’m done with all of your negativity.
Just thought I would let you know,
I’m done!
Copyright © Sierra Cowan | Year Posted 2010
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Sierra Cowan Poem
The world keeps spinning on,
but I wish it could go backward instead.
Who have I become, where have I gone?
I don't even know what goes on inside my own head.
I am not this person I have become,
I never was and thought I never would be.
This is someone else,
This is not me.
My priorities have shifted,
I value things that once meant very little.
I search for things to fill the gap,
but only find things that are noncommittal.
Happiness in one night packages,
is what fills my life now.
I'm not sure why,
I'm not sure how.
I want more,
but do I deserve it?
This battle is repeated inside my head,
but I will never truly admit it.
I know I could do more
I know I could be greater.
But in my own head,
I am a master debater.
I'm so afraid of failing,
that while I hide that's exactly what I'm doing.
I have so many hopes and dreams,
but are any of them even worth pursuing?
What if I fall flat on my face?
In front of everyone I know and love?
But then again I could be better than I expect,
go beyond and above.
You never know what the future holds,
only what has happened in the past.
In order to make your future what you want,
you better live in the present while it lasts.
Seize each day,
and do what makes you happy.
For no one can see what lays ahead,
whether it be great or crappy.
I may not know who I have become,
but I do know who I want to be.
I want to be present in my life,
no more being an absentee.
The past is the past,
and the future lays before us.
The old me,
I will repossess.
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She’s walking past the tombstones,
Just came from her mothers grave.
As she passes the last stone,
her hand graces the top,
A chill shoots down her spine.
The wind is blowing her hair in every direction,
While the leaves dance around her ankles.
Tears are rolling down her cheeks.
She’d just been talking to her mother for hours,
Longer then she ever had before.
She explained to her mother how her life had been tumbling downward,
Her boyfriend for 5 years had just broken up with her,
When she thought he was going to propose.
Her best friend since kindergarten had just embarrassed her,
in front of everyone.
Just to take her spot as Queen of the School.
She hears the train coming.
She’d been looking for an escape,
An escape of her sadness,
Of her embarrassment,
Of her LIFE.
And here is one, just being given to her.
Without even thinking,
She runs onto the tracks,
The engineer slams on the breaks,
Honking the horn all the while.
She grabs her phone out of her pocket,
Begins to text her father.
Just 5 simple words.
that will mean the word to him.
I’m sorry, I love you
She looks up at the stars shinning down on her,
then at the lights on the train.
She just keeps on staring,
Without even thinking,
Her mind goes blank.
The horn is honking,
While she just waits.
Her mind is beautifully empty,
While the train comes closer.
She stares down at the train from above,
While is halts to a stop, just 100 metres away.
Her lifeless body now mingled with the tracks,
Just lays there,
Motionless,
Breathless.
She begins to regret,
what she had just done,.
Her father wouldn’t be able to go on,
Her sister would be scared,
Her mother, if she were alive, would be ashamed.
To take a life, let alone your own,
Is a crime, that can never be undone.
There is no punishment great enough,
To serve justice.
She wishes more then anything to just turn back time,
To just erase what just occurred
To pretend it never happened.
But this is not like a simple fight with a friend,
Or a bad relationship,
This can not be erased.
Death is not that simple.
A bright light comes from above,
A sudden rush of relaxation shoots through her,
Calmness surrounds her.
And then she lets go.
Her soul floats away into the night sky,
And it’s over now.
By Sierra Cowan
Written the Summer of 2009
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The midnight air, so calm and peaceful,
draws me into it's black abyss.
The twinkling stars shine high above,
and the crickets sing down below.
The distant sound of a car's tires on the road,
or the howl of a coyote in the woods,
breaks the serene song of the crickets.
The slight breeze sends shivers down my spine.
The sounds of nature are all around me,
as I walk along these dotted yellow lines.
In the middle of the road,
safe from any traffic.
A midnight walk is my favourite calming sensation.
How still and quiet the world is at midnight is quite amazing.
It almost makes you realize that no matter how much bad there is in the world,
if you just go for a walk at midnight you will see all the good and forget all the bad.
All it takes is a midnight walk to clear you mind,
and set your soul free from worry.
Just a simple midnight walk.
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Sierra Cowan Poem
Does true love only exist in our dreams?
I do not know.
I hoped for
true love
once.
Then
life came
back to me.
I realized
I did not need true love to be happy.
The love of my family was as true
as I needed.
Me nieces,
mom, and
dad.
They
are all
I needed.
To be happy
So yes, true love only exists in dreams
** For Jared Pickett's contest "Tetractys" **
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The sky is black,
the stars all hidden away.
The cold outdoors,
is somewhere I shall not stray.
Not tonight,
this night of All Hallows' Eve.
For the creatures that lurk in the shadows
are those of childhood disbelief.
Our nightmares become reality,
transformed under the moonlight.
Some think it's all pretend,
just to give us the feeling of fright.
We become these creatures,
that we portray.
Hidden behind the masks,
deep in the shadows we play.
We all become something,
in which we feel most comfortable.
The evil become vampires,
sucking the life out of the vulnerable.
Teachers and parents show their kindness,
by becoming the superheroes we idolized.
Celebrities and the rich become magicians,
the masters of keeping us hypnotized.
Whatever our demons may be,
they make an appearance this night.
This night of All Hallows' Eve,
without the stars shining down their light.
I'll be staying away from the shadows,
and the creatures which linger inside.
Hidden in the lights,
is where I shall reside.
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Mother, oh how I love you. You
make me smile, when I am down. You make
all the grey skies turn blue. You make me soup when
I am sick. We have our special “mother daughter days” that
neither of us can share with anyone but us. You’ve helped me survive
in a house full of boys. You’ve helped me through the hard times that being a teenager
brings. And I’m sure that helpful hand won’t stop, Until it is unneeded. And I have a
feeling that will not be for a very long time. For I will always need your kind touch,
your loving kiss, your warm hug, and your gentle voice. I will always need your
inspiring stories of your life and the things you’ve done. Of your very own
spiritual journey. Of the friends you’ve made a long the way. Of the
many places you’ve been, and the people you’ve helped. Mom,
you are my best friend, my guardian angel, my comedian
when I need a laugh, my shoulder when I need to cry.
If there was only one person I could share my life
With, my experiences with, my every second
with, it would be you mom. I will always
turn to you for words of wisdom when
I am in need. I will always keep my
arms wide open, just waiting for
the next warm hug from you.
Mom I love you with all
my heart, and I hope
you never forget
it. You mean
the world
to me.
** So this was my attempt at making a heart, I know it's kind of hard to tell, but it's the best
I could do. **
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Sierra Cowan Poem
That's not my elephant!
The big grey one, standing in the middle of the room.
That's not my elephant, is that what I was thinking,
What I was thinking when I let her leave?
I knew I shouldn't have let it happen; she should have stayed the night.
Ella, my dear friend Ella, gone all because I didn't have the guts to take her keys.
Back when we were little, just barely 2nd graders,
We would to talk about how we would grow old together.
Best Friends Forever.
We would stay at each others places every night,
We has so much in common.
Favourite colour: purple, favourite number: 4, favourite food: spaghetti.
How would I, How could I let her leave when I knew her condition?
We had been drinking all night?
Why hadn't I remembered the bill of rights?
The First Amendment - Freedom of Speech.
Why was I afraid to talk?
Why hadn't I just said "you're staying the night"?
I have a pull out couch, where she could have stayed.
Even my bed, in which she could have laid.
Ella, my dear friend Ella, I will miss you forever,
and I'll never forget.
Next time a friend plans to drink and drive,
I'll take their keys or call a cab.
To make sure that unlike you, they'll
Arrive Alive.
For Matt Caliri's contest "That's Not My Elephant"
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Someone once told me that life is like a coin,
It has two sides.
But in my own journeys I have found that it has many more.
It’s similar to a spinner,
As it has endless possibilities.
We’re all spinning in this life,
With no clue where we will end up.
Sometimes we get dizzy,
Sometimes we just enjoy the ride.
But no matter how hard we try we can not get off,
This spinner called life.
The spinner keeps going,
Whether we like it or not.
Some may fall,
And some may stand strong.
You can try to be strong,
But even the strong have their stumbles,
On this spinner called life.
When you get dizzy,
Just close your eyes.
Picture the world standing still,
Nothing happening around you.
That is how I survive in,
This spinner called life.
When you feel yourself falling,
Grab on and hold tight.
Those around you are your rope,
They hold you to the center.
The center of,
This spinner called life.
When that someone said life is like a coin,
I looked at them and said no!
The world is resting on,
This spinner called life.
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You may think you know me,
But you really don’t.
For how can you know me,
If I don’t truly know myself?
Everyday I wake up and make a choice,
A choice of which mask to wear that day.
Sometimes I think about choosing to go natural,
With no mask at all.
But then I start to realize,
I don’t know what natural is anymore.
Everything about me is fake now a days,
My hair - coloured, my smiles - forced, my personality - changes depending who I’m with.
Nothing about me is me,
So how can I call myself “me”?
How can I be such a great actress,
To change myself completely?
How has no one noticed this change,
This drastic change in who I am?
I used to be naturally blonde,
Now I’m colouring it.
I used to be naturally happy,
Now I’m forcing it.
I used to be naturally me,
Now I’m not who that is.
Never mind who I used to be,
Who am I now, and how did I get to be this person?
Was I just to afraid to show the world,
Who I really am?
Was I afraid they would mock me,
For being me?
Or was I afraid I would mock myself,
For who I was?
Whatever the reason,
I know I was afraid.
But now I’m going to stand up,
And show the world who the real me is.
First things first,
I have to discover who that is!
Then the rest of the world can too!
Copyright © Sierra Cowan | Year Posted 2010
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