an old friend of mine, i really miss
i saw him in my dream last night
i greeted, with a hug and kiss
this man i knew was a confidante i loved
he taught me passion, and to embrace the youths of the world
he inspired me to write, to make melody and dream
he opened my heart to the unorthodox and artsy
four years since we went our separate ways
no words can express my gratitude to him
the influence he had, remains a part of me
i really wish i could thank him with a hug
i really wish we could catch up like old friends once more
if we meet one day, will it be an awkward situation
or will we walk past each other like strangers
If that day never comes, I dedicate this rhyme to you
To K (even you politely refuse)
you contributed in the successes in my life
the ones that you did not see
but played a part because you left a legacy in me
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I just realized...Happy Birthday
a girl's collection of poems. She uses poetry as an outlet to express herself, through the different seasons of her life.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
industry slaves
get plastic get nasty
oh what's the harm to just look pretty
get fake get made-up
oh who cares, I've got limelight on my face
get loud get attention
oh spending till I'm broke to have logos on tha bag
look gorgeous feel important
a pretentious gathering that makes merry
glamour, photowalls and catwalks - you can't get enough
its addiction to the endless socializing, champagne & parties
use lingo like "the new black" & "passe"
silent aspiration to be what is seen in glossy magazines
you gotta love us, or hate us
trendchasers and brandwhores
don't pity us, we pity you
we'd rather look good than be sorry
we're never getting outta this
oh what's the harm to just look pretty
get fake get made-up
oh who cares, I've got limelight on my face
get loud get attention
oh spending till I'm broke to have logos on tha bag
look gorgeous feel important
a pretentious gathering that makes merry
glamour, photowalls and catwalks - you can't get enough
its addiction to the endless socializing, champagne & parties
use lingo like "the new black" & "passe"
silent aspiration to be what is seen in glossy magazines
you gotta love us, or hate us
trendchasers and brandwhores
don't pity us, we pity you
we'd rather look good than be sorry
we're never getting outta this
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
take me
I'm going down without a qualm
lost drive to live
no words to speak
I hate what I see
I hate who I am
I hate where I live
I hate why I'm staying
When will this be over?
Bouts of depression
they come and go, it seems
eating me alive
I lose my sense of happiness
losing all motivation
Lord, if you will hear me
Take me to a place afar
where I can start anew
to find hope and love
where we are one
Take me
lost drive to live
no words to speak
I hate what I see
I hate who I am
I hate where I live
I hate why I'm staying
When will this be over?
Bouts of depression
they come and go, it seems
eating me alive
I lose my sense of happiness
losing all motivation
Lord, if you will hear me
Take me to a place afar
where I can start anew
to find hope and love
where we are one
Take me
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