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Poems - Part 1
Frusterated - By Lindsay - I'm Frusterated because I can't tell if it's real, frusterated because I don't know how you feel. I'm frusterated because we didn't talk last night, frusterated because we didn't make things right. I'm fristerated because there is no trust, frusterated because I know it's a must. I'm frusterated because I need you night and say, frusterated because we can't have things both ways. I'm frusterated because you won't take my hand, frusterated because I can't get you to understand. I'm frusterated because I can't feel your gentle touch, frusterated because I miss you so much. I'm frusterated because we can't be together, frusterated because I'll love you forever.
I Remember - By Lindsay - When I looked in your eyes, I knew it was true, My heart never lies-I was in love with you. As you stood there, just looking around, my whole body melted, into the ground. I remember the day, I remember the time, I remember the place, It's always on my mind. You looked so good, in your shirt and jeans. I remember the night, you were in my dreams. I wish I could be with you, day after day, because I love you, more than words can ever say.
Shattered Reflection - By Jennifer Kerdos - I wish I had a mirror, for memories to fade away. To only once look back, on yesterday's today. To hold it in my hand, To look, to see, to cry. I wonder who I am, so I'd never wonder why. To shine it on my soul, and hope to see my heart. To hold it there forever, until it falls apart. To reflect on the Earth, and undo all thats wrong. To shine it on all people, and show them they belong. I must lock it in a box and throw away the key, to keep it there forever, for all eternity.
Looking Around - By Joanne Hudy - Looking around, seeing pain. Looking around, seeing frusteration. Looking around, seeing sadness, People crying, and that makes me, want to cry too. Looking around, seeing love. Looking around, seeing joy. Looking around, I see happiness, People laughing, and that makes me want to laugh, too. Two different emotions. Looking around, I see them both every day. One as strong as the other. As different as night and day. Looking around, I see the world, Sadness and happiness, frusteration and joy,. One as strong as the other, as different as night and day.
Alone - By Lindsay - A simple feeling that makes me scared, a simple feeling that I have dared. This simple feeling that makes me aware of a simple meaning that I seem to bear. Is it me? Is it my surroundings? A simple feeling that I seem to endure is a simple meaning which is a blur.
Never - By Lindsay - Never say 'I Love You' if you don't really care. Never talk about feelings, if they aren't really there. Never hold my hand, if you're going to break my heart. Never say you're going to, if you never plan to start. Never look in my eyes, if all you do is lie. Never say 'Hello', If you really mean goodbye. If you really mean goodbye, if you really mean forever, then say you will try. Never say forever, because forever makes me cry.
Poems - Part 2
My Love & My Best Friend - By my siaay, Tiffani- One night I wanted to surprise you, so from my room I left, To your bedroom window, so late I crept. My heart filled with joy, to see what would happen, your look of surprise, both of our laughter. But when I looked in, all I could see is that you no longer cared about me. In there was a girl, it was my best friend, with my guy, going at it again and again. I yelled and I screamed, but you didn't hear, because I silent, inside screaming with fear. With fear and anger, I'm so confused. I felt so stupid, I felt so used. My face, it finally caught your glance, both of you scurried like ants. I ran and I ran, and now here I stand. My father the noble police man, his gun in my hand. Here's a note, soon to be signed in blood, I don't want to live in this world, if this is love. I hope he finds me, gun to my head, and find the note, in which it read: