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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 3:59 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 8:48 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 8:58 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 2:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:56 pm
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Stronger By Cendra aka ~Somigirl777~ If only I was stronger, Would you come back then? If I grew up more, or if I matured.
You left me. Ileft you Who is really at fault? The reality I am afraid,
Is both of us. It hurt me worse. You were my mom, Yet I left and you died.
When I left, It was like a nuclear bomb. Ka'boom you died. I was to hurt to cry.
Suclusive, strange, weird, dark Is this what you had planned for me? Wake up Mom! Could you only see?
Your innocent daughter. Look what happened now, No more obsession with Barbie, now its with DEATH.
Tears falling down my cheek. A child who can't help but weep. Not enough laughs, Just a few coughs.
Years fading away, me counting the days. If you only knew, What your death would do.
God didn't seem to care. So he let you disappear Well I am ok I will make it through another day.
I will be stronger, I will carry on. No more tears Atleast for the next few years.
R.I.P Sandra.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 4:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 11:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:16 pm
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K I have a happy spring poem, not my thing, and then my more, natural writing!! happy 1st, more my natural writing, 2nd
Spring Tree The tree reached out its sickly arms, To shake my sweaty palm, So warm from its sappy veins, This touch,lush and soft, like green grass, Leaves dance around us, Brooks gurgle, Soft warm breezes, I wave my hand as flowers bloom, Sighing I look around like every spring, Hello again, welcome back.
German castle The sun beats down on my worn body, Sweet falls of my face, Like bullets from a gun, I call for help, If the heat doesn't kill me, My father shall, I've left him, Alone, Too fend off my ugly past, The stuff I had done, The things I will, He would kill his only daughter, For peace for the castle, Yet not for his weary mind, Its already corrupt, Corrupt enough to kill, Enough to kill god, He care not, I though there was hope, But all has failed, Hope has got a ride on the wind, Fleeing away, To the U.S.A, Faith burned in the fire, Of my fathers eyes, I pray, Make this not so! But it is, It is a ruthless battle, One that shan't end, It never will, Not while he ruled, Make this end, I send my prayer, Please save us the pain, Of this German castle.
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