Poems

SOMETIMES
Sometimes I feel empty
Sometimes I feel full
Sometimes I am happy
Sometimes I am sad
Sometimes I can breath
Sometimes I can’t breath
Sometimes I love you
Sometimes I hate you
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I frown
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I can stand it
Sometimes I can’t stand it
Sometimes I am smothered
Sometimes I have space
Sometimes I win
Sometimes I loose
Sometimes I am stupid
Sometimes I am smart
Sometimes I end it
Sometimes I start it
But in the end, it all turns out the same
In this case, I’m ending it
I love to hear you laugh; I love to see you smile
And all of these, make you laugh, make you smile
I love you and goodbye!

TRAPPED

I see you coming nearer
I have no where to run, no where to hide
I am trapped
All the pain
All the fury
Trapped inside my sorrowful body
The pain drips
Like rain drops
I used to love
I used to care
But now it’s nothing but sorrow
Your quiet steps sound louder than ever
I feel your breath among my cheek
I press back
You press forward
I am trapped
And forever depressed

BY TANIA

LIFE
Life is a pretty thing
Life is an ugly thing
Life is a good thing
Life is a bad thing
In all those ways, I cannot see
I cannot see the good things
I cannot see the bad things
For I am blind of these ways
I took you in
I took you unknowing that you would steel my life away
I am still alive
I’d rather be dead
Than you take my thoughts away from me
I cannot think
I cannot live
I cannot love
I cannot hate
You did this, knowing that I’d rather be dead
And now you’ll suffer
Now you’ll have to suffer just like me

And onother...

DEATH
Death is not a pretty thing
Death is not a lively thing
I can feel it’s icy touch
It whispers my name
No!
I’m not going to die
I am not going to let go
I’m not going to let you take me away
Life is sometimes not fun
But death, death is never fun
You pull me away
Slowly, I slip away

AS HE SITS WAITING
As he sits waiting
His strength fading
He’s too faithful to leave
Too scared to deceive
When you dropped him off
When you didn’t tell him anything, nothing but a cough
He thought the two of you were stopping to play
Little did he know, you were out to slay
Life as he knows it
You dropped him off by the side of the rode and split
Now there’s nothing left for him to do,
But to sit and wait for you
When he was just a pup
Your kids promised with food to fill his cup
You promised to walk him every day
Mistress promised to on the couch let him lay
But as he grew older,
Your kids said they had better things to do
You said it too
Mistress said he shed
So all attention was dead
And now, here he is
Too faithful to leave,
And too scared to deceive