Some poems I have written. They are from two years ago or so.
I'm just a freak in a cage
Crying in pain
stop laughing at me!
What have you got to gain?
Why are they so cruel?
Can't they just quit
They better just leave
Before I loose it and have a fit
You throw curses at me
You shake a fist
But theres plenty of horrible things about you
I could make a list
Just a freak in a cage
Thats all you can see
but What can I say?
I'm just being me
You will die
the voice whispers
into my ear
The voice is my mind
explains why it sounds so clear
plenty of sicknesses
appear in this life
you could catch one
Perhaps you'll have to go under the knife?
fevers, or just strep throat?
They are all just the same
Things that haunt me night and day
and make me insane
I am so sick, with the fright of being sick
so caught up with the fever of being feverish
Somtimes I just need to let go,
Just go with the flow and...
STOP
Hold on a minute,
Take control
Do I really think I'm dying?
Why does my mind deceive me?
I can't really be dying
how can this be?
My mind is insane!
Its all in my head
These are the words
that my parents have said
yet help is nowhere
Nowhere to be spotted
I can't just wait here
Until my minds rotted
I said help!
I said please!
I'm so sick
Of this stupid disease
The flowers are wilting
The skies growing Grey
I can tell this will be the start of a stormy day
The Crows all stop crowing,
The mourning dove's lament ends
The noise and the light commends
The sirens are howling
Like a disturbed beast
I know right now The storms been released
Run down to the basement
curl into a ball
I hope the Tornado could just pass Montreal
The tears start to come but then they fade away
I sit up and look around and notice
I am O.K.
Life is so brilliant
After the storm
the birds are singing
And the sun is lukewarm
It's quite easy to tell that I had a 'thing' with rhyming, not that I was good at it. But I had a problem with writing poems that didn't rhyme. I suppose a lot of people are that way and some are just the opposite preferring not rhyming poems, but poems without rhyme are quite beautiful, I can't write them very well. I did take the time to write one on Thursday evening and it turned out all right, though I wrote it out on paper with pen and I nervously spelled many words wrong and my hand writing is horribly like that of a child in the third grade...quite gawky and timid looking. I have boy's hand writing smile . Nuff said.
[color=orange]Screaming and yelling is loud through the night
My eyes spit out tears as I bear the whole fight
I stand there as they push and a punch cracks the wall
Whimpers and sobs move angrily through my throat, I can't do nothing at all
Drunken words of hurt and pain
Spill from their mouths with nothing to gain
"You're going to hell!' he yells at her loudly
"no, no I'm not! it was only a name!"
It went from Seth to Adam, Which name was true?
She doesn't think it matters, 'we're over, we're through!'
She turns angrily hating how he demands the truth.
"Not in front of your daughter!" she said glancing to the bloom of youth.
I stand there crying watching them fight
I feel like the parent all through the night
I take their car keys and hide them away,
Things will be different tomorrow not today
For things always change from bitter to sweet
But the bad comes back strong, not to my relief
I wish it would stay quite far away
I've lost trust in my parents, but just for today.
