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Natasha Fuiava Poem
shadows swam amounst the human heart,
dead to the owner that life has broken apart,
guilt, pain, hate, confusion, doubt,
insanity thrives and exploides to a shout.
boils within the humans inner being,
takes hold of itself and crushes every feeling,
lethal anguish waiting for the pain,
the emptiness thats left will drive you insane.
truth was a lie, and so was love,
a sickening debt to go up above,
forsaken world that forsaken me,
something that killed everything in me.
uncertainty lies within the heart
was always there from the start,
the mind was twisted...was always so,
captivity as it tormented my very soul,
unlocking pain, hate, doubt and shame,
the depressed soul needs to be contained.
Copyright © Natasha Fuiava | Year Posted 2007
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Tears fall without much thought,
Nothing left nothing sought,
Crippled by your thoughtless acts,
Marked by the unfortunate facts.
Heart was lifted above with ecstacy,
Seeming farther away towards heresy,
Once a word would give me life,
Now pain-striken when you say wife.
Thought destined to live life full,
Loving you made me the fool,
Sacrce had i thought twice with you,
My heart broken because of you.
Thoughts full of sickened hate,
So much lost it's too late,
Once I've loved now i hate,
Broken because of loves poor fate.
Copyright © Natasha Fuiava | Year Posted 2007
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Darken gloom that haunts my light,
Hostility breaks needing to fight,
Hopelessness clouds the mind,
Hatred rages seeming to blind,
No one is here, no one is near,
No one to help the lone dear,
Insanity drifts for all to hear,
Whispered hot against the ear,
Reality slides into a dream,
A whisper of control flows a stream,
Temptations, Commands, Disaster spreads,
Nothing matters everything is dead,
Gentle words telling to kill,
Picks up the knife, taking the pill,
Throws back the head and pills slide down,
Sight is blurred, you seem to drown,
Gentle words of peaceful death,
Tears shine, holding breath,
Takes too long, the knifes the twist,
Gently slide along thy wrist,
Blood red, drips to shine,
Pain erupts you hear a whine,
Blackhole engulfs your entire soul,
Everythings useless, there is no goal,
Heaviness, Blackout, takes last breath,
Surrender yourself and welcome death.
Copyright © Natasha Fuiava | Year Posted 2007
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Our teacher of history,
though we learn more than that,
he's the best we've got,
and i think he knows that.
Stronger than an ox,
looks like one too,
smarter than Einstein,
though can't spell number 'to'.
Knew we were failing,
so discarded our test,
helped out our learning,
that made us the best.
Hangs with us kids,
acts like one too,
while making history,
some-what cool.
More than a teacher,
kind of a friend,
He is the teacher,
of grade level ten.
This goes out to Baker,
teacher of the year,
Happy Birthday man,
but sorry...no beer.
Copyright © Natasha Fuiava | Year Posted 2007
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