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Christine Portwood Poem
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your lies will cease to hurt me
You think that you have finally won
But don't think I'll let you burn me
I'll sit and smile and make you think
I know nothing of what you do
But secretly I'll make you see
The last laugh will be on you
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your decet will hurt no more
You won't see me cry a singel tear
As I watch you walk out that door
Don't think that you can go astray
And plan on coming back
I don't believe in forgiveness
I'd rather have a heart attack
My love for you has slowly died
I buried it today
I built a wall around my heart
To keep all men away
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can break much more
They can take your heart and leave the pieces
Shattered all over the floor
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009
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Christine Portwood Poem
Pieces of my mirror crash to the floor
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I’m sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can’t be me
She looks so ugly I’m not surprised
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn’t know when to quit
And quite frankly I’m getting sick of it
From head to toe she’s just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don’t think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there
For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope
Girls like her don’t get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try
Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She’ll die one day but no one will care
They’ll just put her in the ground and leave her there
No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they’ll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won’t even use nails though they know they should
Girls like her have no future ahead
Girls like her know their better off dead
As tears fill my eyes so thick I can hardly see
I realize that the girl in the mirror really is me
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2007
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Christine Portwood Poem
Take a knife
Hold it to your wrist
Threaten to cut
It’ll make them pissed.
Take a gun
Hold it to your head
Tell them soon that you’ll be dead
Take a rope
Tie it round your neck
Tell your self you’ll soon forget
Take a match
Light up your bed
Crawl right in
It’ll fill them with dread
Jump into a lake
Dive right down
Hold into something
Make your self drown
Smoke some drugs
Make your self ill
And if that doesn’t work
Take a pill
On your grave
They will cry
Wondering why you had to die
But they never looked
Never cared
Never saw that you were there
So why should you stay alive in vain
When you can stop the hurt and pain
It’s over now
You’re in the ground
Never to make a move or sound
You’ll never talk
Never speak
Never fight
You were too weak
This is how most lives end
Never taking the time to mend
But this life was more then what it seemed
This was the life
Of an unloved teen.
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008
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Christine Portwood Poem
I have a dream
A fantasy
A way to cope
With reality
You're not really leaving
It's only for awhile
A week or two at most
And you'll be back with a smile
You would never leave me
You know I couldn't go on
You know what you mean to me
And your feelings are just as strong
I Believe that someday
We'll have a family of our own
Life will be perfect
In our happy home
I believe in angels
And it's plain to see
I believe in angels
And God sent you too me
I have a dream
And it's killing me
Because I know
It'll never be
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009
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Christine Portwood Poem
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And you said I was beautiful to you
But you never said when it would be over
Or how soon we would be through
Perfection is what you’re looking for
And of course it’s plain to see
Perfection is what you want and more
And that just can’t be me
You should take a look in the mirror
And get a good look at yourself
Maybe that will make things clearer
Maybe you’ll see how I felt
When you told me I wasn’t the one for you
I wasn’t the perfection that you sought
I prayed for days that it wasn’t true
And I wished on every star that we hadn’t fought
But I guess my efforts were in vain
Perfection is too important to you
Though you still care for me you claim
I guess it’s just not enough for you
You know you’re not perfect
I don’t know why you want that from me
In my eyes you were as close to perfect
As anyone could ever be
But now I’ll be waiting for the day
When I’m good enough to be your selection
But to me you will always be in every way
My perfect imperfection
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2007
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Christine Portwood Poem
Twinkle Twinkle little star
How unfortunate you are
To sit in the ski all night and day
While other’s send wishes your way
They wish for love, fortune and fame
They wish for everyone to know their name
They wish to be tall, skinny and smart
They wish and believe in you with all their heart
But they do not know the feelings that you have
And that sometimes you make their wishes go bad
The fact that we get to walk around feely
Fills the stars heart with jealousy
So with a hateful stare it throws our wishes back
And with each wish thrown, the star gains a crack
And before long the star loses its shine
And it plummets to the ground, with beauty divine
And before it hit’s the ground it grants one final wish
One for a mother, and her young daughter’s happiness
The star makes its penance as it strikes the ground
Though through its tears it never makes a sound
‘I’m sorry’ the star cries for all the ignored wishes in the past
‘I wish I could go back and fix them’ but it’s fading fast
Its wish has been thrown back by another
Who doesn’t want to bother
As the star continues to throw them back
He starts to gain all his cracks
So watch for the star in the ski that looks mad
And keep your wishes for another that won’t make them bad
And remember the saying that is so true
Keep it in your heart close to you
If you make a wish on a broken star
You dreams will not make it very far
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009
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Christine Portwood Poem
Mirror mirror on the wall
Pick me up before I fall
There’s got to be a better way
To make my self through the day
Mirror mirror on the wall
Pick me up before I fall
Thoughts of him run through my head
Filling my heart with hope and dread
Mirror mirror on the wall
Pick me up before I fall
Will he want me or turn me away
Will I make it through another day?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Not me, that’s who, he turned me away
Even though I begged him to stay
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who will save me from my fall?
In the dark I sit all alone
Trying to find my way home
Mirror mirror on the wall
It’s too late to stop my fall
It’s over; my life has come to an end
My broken heart will never mend
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2009
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Christine Portwood Poem
Weep for the world people
As we sit back and watch it die
Do nothing and ignore her
Pretend you can't hear her cry
Weep for the world mothers
As she claims your children
One by one she takes them
And leaves you in ruins
Weep for the world fathers
As your sons head off for war
They come back in body bags
Never knowing the freedom they fought for
Weep for the world sisters
When your brothers don't come home
Shot down in the streets
Where in the night they choose to rome
Weep for the world brothers
As your sisters get abused
Never knowing their worth
They stay to be used
Weep for the world Familys
Look at what we have done
You can look away from it
But from the world you can't run
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008
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Christine Portwood Poem
I hear you knock
It's three a.m.
I can't belive
You're here again
You beg and plead me
"Baby please come back"
I don't know what
Would bring me to that
Because, you never saw me
Never knew I was there
I don't belive you
When you say you care
Cause, you left me broken
And so alone
Before I knew it
You were gone
I told you once
That I would be gone
But you didn't think
That I was that strong
But, I took and chance
And said that I'll be aright
Now we shouldn't talk
Anymore tonight
You left me crying
A river of tears
I though the pain
Would last for years
But now I'm over you
So please do the same
So there's no more heartache
And no more pain
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008
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Christine Portwood Poem
Raise me high
Above them all
Hold me tight
Don’t let me fall
Keep me warm
Safe in your arms
Fight my fears
Keep me from harm
Call me baby
Hold my hand
Grant my wishes
Make them grand
See me for
The beauty within
Not just the outside
Look past my skin
Look into my soul
See with your eyes
Seek all you want
I have nothing to hide
Be my shield
Protect my heart
Please don’t let it
Fall apart
Make me laugh
Don’t let me cry
Stay with me
Don’t say goodbye
Promise me
You’ll never go astray
Because without you
I won’t make another day
Copyright © Christine Portwood | Year Posted 2008
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