Monday, December 27, 2004

"While you live in the light
I continue in the darkness,
A shadow of your life,
Death creeping behind you.
I am just a memory now,
A nightmare which you ignore,
Something better forgotten,
Than to be tortured by it.
I am tortured, though,
By your merciless grudge,
You hate me, you loath me,
Though before there was love.
My heart burns with longing
As I watch you cross the street,
Walking away from everything
That we used to hold dear to us.
Now I am just your heart's shadow,
Living with the grief and pain,
So that you do not have to-
I burn in hell for you, my love."

- By Bern

Hmm. Well, I feel terrible. I have a headahce, h=my throat hurts and my nose is stuffed up, I am cold, and tired, and bored, and lonely- oh my gosh, I am so lonely!!! I like having time to myself without my family, and I like having my family around, but not having a boyfriend- HIM- is terrible. Seems like I think too much, for all these thoughts take up my brain space, to an extent where I dream of him, think of him in the day, and everything I look at reminds me of him. He says that I am selfish, that i think of only myself and that I care for nobody else. That is BULLSHIT! I never would have dumped him if I thought it would hurt him worse than I already was. I thought I hurt him because I had feelings for other guys, and I didn't think that was fair to him. Was I in the wrong? Should I have stayed with him, with the chance of me cheating on him? I thought that by dumping him, I wouldn't go to that extent. I never thought once that I actually WOULD cheat on him- it was just a precaution. But still. What do you do when you are confused by the feelings you are feeling, the fears you are facing, and the worries that absorb your head day and night?


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Sunday, December 26, 2004

ok, people, I post poetry, and you guys seem to forget to leave messages when you visit my site. Could you please, prety please! leave me messaegs? PLEASE? That would be awesomely awesome!
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Thursday, December 23, 2004

okee dokee, here is some more poetry by me. The following poem I wrote for a friend who was having a hard time getting over his ex girlfriend. Here.

There's a time in our lives
When we lose the one we love.
They told us that it was over,
Then they took off like a dove.
We cry, we cry, we beg to the sky,
Asking for them to return.
But in the end, our heart's the cost-
The sadness inside- it burns.

The second stage of the event
Is where our friends come in.
They hold us, and comfort us,
Just like we were thier kin.
We begin to understand them,
That they will always be there.
They are essential to our life-
To us, tehy are like our air.

After a while, we begin to live again,
We do the things we love to do.
Our grief our love caused us died down,
Our sad moments begin to be few.
We go on with our wonderful lives,
We begin to give love a second try.
We understand we can be a person
Without them- we don't ask why.

So please, get on with your life,
Continue doing things you love.
Be yourself, don't change your life
For those who fly like doves.
Remember who was there for you,
Remember that they care.
For when you're in another jam,
We'll always be right there.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Langston Hughes
Okay, the poet for the rest of December is . . . you got it! Langston Hughes! Yay! He is really talented, and I admire him, so don't diss him please. Thank you. Here is the featured poem.

The Dream Keeper

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
-By Langston Hughes


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Sunday, December 19, 2004

LACE

Snowflakes, bantam pieces of lace,
Float downward, disembarking on my nose,
Which melts the once frozen marvels
From ice to dew in a matter of seconds.

These tiny touches of charity, of artistry,
Accent the death of trees with ivory,
Comforting their aching, tired limbs,
While the ancients reach for the heavens.

-By Bern.

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