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Best Poems Written by Sheila Van Zant

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Thoughts of Suicide


Would you even miss if I were to die?
Or would it be only a showing of your pride?
What if I told you I contemplated suicide?
Would you duck your head and run away and hide?

If you were to notice how depressed I really am
would you reach over and show me a true friend? 
The thought that you wouldn't eats me up inside, 
my tears are overflowing the well has now run dry.

Friendship calls for sacrifice and not just on one side 
I gave my all to you to take and toss aside.
It's sad to think I drop everything to run and do for you;
you do do things for me but expect payment from me too!

Reaching out to someone is very hard to do,
it makes it even harder when you know they won't come thru.
My door is open always and I never charged a toll,
but I seem to pay one when you cross my threshold.

Maybe I will stick around and wallow in self-pity,
or maybe this will be the last of me you'll see!!!

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Life's End

 LIFE'S END 

So they think you are old and shouldn't live alone,
maybe you're too frail to be left on your own
Can't manage your own money or live in your own home, 
apprehensive you give up and take up the tossed bone 
So many years spent taking care of them,
it's your turn they'll tell you and move you right in
Deep inside you hope to turn back the time,
your life's work was them sure it will be just fine 

Your full of anticipation life is going to be easier now
Soon feeling like a relic lifted up and knocked down
You have so many stories memories of days passed,
feel like every story told could soon be your last
They have no time to listen they heard it all before,
tell you they'll talk later as they rush through the door
Feeling like a burden wondering what to do, 
no one seems to care about the trials you've been through

To them, you're just repeating things already heard,
but if they'd stop to listen your words are not absurd
Everyone keeps talking about the day you will die,
and who gets what & how your property will divide
Not wanting to wait they reach out with dirty hands,
to take what's in reach they can't wait for the end
You start to feel decrepit and feel your life's a sin,
its a bad situation that no one wins in the end

You find yourself weaker something isn't right, 
don't talk to old friends feeling like a fright
Every day grows longer you can't wait for the night,
no one even gets it it's such a dismal plight
You sleep and sleep and sleep to escape reality,
your youth is long faded along with vitality
Closing your mind eye reaching for your partner's hand,
but alone in your bed, this was not the master plan

The dream realm is all you see through the haze,
you lift your eyes up & meet your lost love's gaze
But please don't go too soon to that alternate reality,
there are those that still need to hear the words you speak
Stop dwelling on real or perceived infirmities 
or without warning, it will drain your remaining vitality
When you think of death or of the dying that they speak,
hold your head up high and breathe life into the scene

Change your attitude don't die it's not a dream
the younger generation you still need to lead
Hold onto your life and sow a precious seed, 
life is worth living don't lose it in a dream

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The Batterer


Sucking away vitality destroying your soul; 
His delusions and anger cannot hide what's inside;
Vehemence in the face of adversity his demeanor breeds fear
Apprehensive, what next? Violence erupts once again

Diabolical meanderings, picturing situations untrue; 
Poisoning the atmosphere, with no thoughts visible to you
Twisting fact and fiction, in his mind, is it really true? 
Jumping from conclusion to conclusion keeping his anger fueled

Is it guilt feeding his mind? His conscience troubling him? 
Accusations stem from nothing! He really has no clue!
Shutting down emotionally turning numb thru and thru 
He keeps the fire rolling, breeding contempt nothing new

Running from the fallacy, of what life really means for him; 
Threats and ultimatums destructive to all on his whim;
Forces the confrontation another hell night to live thru
Stay awake, or hope and pray he falls asleep before you do? 

Don't contemplate what harm sleeping may cause for you
Only retaliates is there nothing you can do?
Screaming although its late it's time to pay your dues
Demonstrates there is no debate, saying lies that are untrue;

Can anyone relate, to pain once it begins?
No way to escape fate, the broken record never ends;
Accept now what is, not longing for should have been(s), 
what was, is not, what is, what a tragic end

There never was a what was, its an imagined should have been

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Primal Seed


She is staring thru a window 
so small its hard to see;
Still, she dares to wonder, 
an affair is what he seeks;

She didn't want to mate - 
what she could not dominate;
If this is all he needed, 
he could have let her be;

It's not fair she felt cheated - 
her despair no one can see;
He didn't know that her agenda - 
did include a primal seed;

Doesn't care for his opinion - 
or how he dared to take the lead;
Promiscuity he claimed slated - 
he turned over a new leaf;

In her youthful ignorance - 
so blind she couldn't see;
It wasn't the man she needed - 
 it was the man who needed thee!!!

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Random Thoughts


We are about to take a journey thru random thoughts that cannot  hide;
As long as I have known you I write you letters in my mind;
To tell you how I feel, to tell you whats inside;

I never cease to wonder how little that you know;
You bungle trip and blunder and make up your own show;
You seek and justify to me those things you keep inside;
But all in all you see I take it all in stride;

Not trying to deceive by hiding whats in me;
All the words I wrote to you still linger in my brain;
Wondering if you'd read them or hear them just the same;

Promises you've broken so many and so vast;
I wish I was 6 foot 7 and I'd just kick your **ass**!!!!!!

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The Street

 You had better think twice before using that knife;
You won't be protected because that guy is well connected;
You are first on the list the minute he is missed;
Want to spend your life as some hairy man's wife?

I think you ought to know you won't run the show;
You'll have to PC up from the grave he'll erupt;
I think you need to leave or for life, you will grieve;
Reliving the day when you gave your life away

In a moment of doubt you pulled your weapon out;
You bullied them around & tried to hold them down;
I want you to know they'll still run the show;
Even if they go down you won't be around

You reap what you sow as you always show;
Doing this deed still won't quench your need;
Berate and dominate when it's yourself that you hate;
Claiming that its love but truly love can't be judged

It's your mind that creates scenarios that are fake;
Maybe take a tip I think you oughta quit;
Before its too late to stop your mind rape;
There is no excuse for constant mental abuse

Stories you make up another excuse to erupt;
Then plan your attack when no one's fighting back;
You push them around & throw them to the ground;
Consequences are severe for those who instill fear

Today I have to say you can't always have your way;
Straighten up your act these things you can't take back;
Take the knife from his back and throw away your sack;
Before its too late and you seal your own fate

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Don'T Break Me Down

 Love of my life, don't break me down, 
make me feel like I belong in the pound, 
lift me back up, I will lift you up too, 
both will feel better about what we do. 

Heaven on earth is how we both feel, 
common courtesy lends much appeal.  
Easy to stop negative things I say, 
it's only the hurt makes me write such a way. 

A hug and a kiss is all I can say, 
a moment of tenderness to keep hurt at bay,
I try and I try to show you I care, 
tell you-you're handsome and I will always be there. 

Your special spot is where I must lay, 
to quell all the hurt put my pain away.  
Tell me you love me kiss me goodnight, 
if not on the lips it's still quite alright.

There is not much this lady needs, 
hope and encouragement are words I will heed. 
Romantic at heart we both admit - 
yet we still wallow in our past sh**.

Am I wasting my time waiting for you to say 
I love you and let's run away? 
Put yourself in my place, and flip the script, 
reality check could you handle it?

The thing about me and this I do know, 
I do not want to do things alone on my own. 
My companion in life should be by my side, 
holding my hand as we go on this ride. 

There is no worse thing than being alone, 
a human needs contact in order to grow. 
Being away it is alright as long as
I know you'll be back at my side. 

Just kiss me goodbye, hug me and say, 
"I love you and miss you when I am away."

Thank you Cody Lee

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Old Woman

  OLD WOMAN 
I am the old woman who lives in a shoe
I have so many children telling me what to do
Some are twenty, thirty, forty and fifty too
but to hear them all screaming you'd think they were two

Tattling and fighting, yelling, squawking, all through the night
arguing the same thing over and over until its daylight
Demanding, exclaiming that they are always right
always blaming the other no matter their plight

Spinning in circles no resolution to be found
the chaos unfolding just keeps me homebound
Enlarging their problems keeping others spellbound
They can't seem to focus it goes round and round

Lying and stealing, and cheating, they all accuse 
The one whose accusing always has an excuse
Pointing the finger at others a tactic they use
Sick of the tantrums you become a recluse

They can't see the problem its all one big game
to see how much more they can milk from the old dame
They all want control of the shoe it's so lame
Tying the shoelace is driving me insane

Teaching these children each eyelet has a price
You can't skip one over it isn't deemed nice
Each hole you lace through is another bill to be paid
to lace through each one means more money must be made

Thoughts can't be gathered the frenzy causing delays
Old Mother those children are too old to relate
That they are responsible for divining their own fate
Promises are broken they can't really correlate

Old womans not their mother and wants a clean slate
The banshees are furious they don't want to pay
No understanding without old woman paving the way
the shoe will soon crumble and to dust, it will fade

So come on spoiled brats scream your lives away
Yell louder this is a cycle that's hard to escape
The shoe is the prison their own minds did create 
Stop blaming and pay the house a fair rate

Listen before the old woman gets up and runs away
Kick rocks she tells them now to pay their own way
They scream louder when she turns the other way
Took her for granted but she was first not second rate

The years fall to the side as she leaves you to your fate
the vision of youth returning will soon resonate
Old Woman kicks her shoes off without delay
Now a young woman she turns her back and walks away

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Parent's Regrets


Sometimes I sit and wonder why 
no ones allowed to turn back time?
No quarter given to right their wrongs, 
forgiveness for the things they've done;

Worked too hard, grew up too fast, 
and all that gave me was a past;
no credit given for deeds I've done; 
critically examined by everyone;

Forever judged by one mistake, 
It's not the only one I made;
I tried and failed to make them see, 
the judged mistake was so tiny; 

If they could see inside my mind, 
they'd be afraid of what they'd find;
What lurks beneath cloaked in disguise, 
trapped inside by watchful eyes;

No matter how deep the grudge, 
I am myself my own worst judge;
For we all  hide within ourselves, 
cloaked in shadow the sins we weld;

But when our time is finally near, 
we realize our own worst fear.
my mind alone is where I'll be, 
so dark and lonely no one can see;

It's my mind alone I have to fear; 
my sins enlarged beyond compare;
You find yourself like all the rest, 
failing to credit good deeds past;

Trapped inside your minds own eye, 
you watch as you begin to die. 
Forgetting right, remembering wrong, 
I focus now on those I've harmed;

I want a chance to take it back, 
and give you the life you should have had;
I am sorry I was not there, 
selfish me how much I cared;

You both grew just grew up too fast, 
before I knew it my life was past;
Now I sit all alone, 
wondering where my life has gone;

Was I so selfish? my sins so great? 
My soul cries out my heart still shakes; 
Will you forgive my being late, 
or the times I could not wait?;

So my precious little one; 
now I am the vulnerable one; 
At your mercy I beg you please; 
just one more day is all I need;

I want a chance to make it right, 
not just your day but entire life;
I'd take it back if I could, 
and finish what was left undone;

Cloak of guilt  hard to shed; 
accountable to all who cared;
Sword of judgment in our hands; 
if we fail to make amends;

So please let me turn back the time 
and be at peace in my own mind.

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Too Blind To See


Every time you walk out that door
My heart sinks right through the floor
Wondering if this is another end 
and if I will ever see you again

I love you much without a doubt 
Trying too hard to figure out
How to open the door or keep it shut
It's wrenching my heart tearing up my gut

Eyes wide open too blind too see
The love still there between you and me
Wondering if I will see you again
or if this time is the bitter end