| My Poetry |
| I chose this background because it is colorful and reminds me of something I saw as a child. |
| As the ground grows nearer The air gets thicker My hands grow smaller My mind grows weaker My eyes grow darker My feet grow heavier My heart grows smaller My soul grows colder My blood turns to ice My tears turn to glass All because I am falling Not the exciting kind But the sobering kind What else can I do |
| Copyright 2005 Melissa M. Borrett |
| As the stars grow larger My blood grows hotter My will grows stronger My mind grows foggier My eyes grow brighter My tears grow smaller My fears grow weaker My field grows larger My self grows stranger I become irrational I become impulsive All because I am flying Not the fun kind But the scary kind What will I do |
| A Little Problem They live in a house On street twenty-one Nobody likes them We wish they were done They leave through the window And never use the door And whenever they die They just lie on the floor They don't want to be messed with Just want to be left alone But people don't understand They want them stripped to the bone |
| Sorry Blind to your emotions I sucked out your blood Then I pushed you off Straight into a flood I thought I was a victim Of life's cruel games Now I see the truth I have many shames I can't make excuses But what can I say I'd like a second chance Or I'll be on my way |
| My Friend is Dead Some things I just can't Apologize for Like what I said To who I sent to the door He said that he cared And I returned it I gave him alot And he gave me shit I don't know what happened But he informed he was dead That I should not trust him That is what he said He proved this to me In a grand betrayal He did a good job In his portrayal |