| Here are a couple of my poems. Please don't steal. They are already published so eventually I would find out and kick your ass. |
| Untitled On a cold winter morning, Laqueina sits on her bed and is looking out her window. She day dreams about a perfect guy as her face starts to glow. He has brown hair, eyes that are so warm and always seem to draw her near. She starts to think, " if only he were here. I would tell him how much I like him, if I dared. I don't want to lose what I don't have, I am too scared." Every time she sees him, she can barely speak. She can barely walk up to him, she is too weak. There is too many people at stake. It is definetly not going to be a cake. She wouldn't mind if their relationship started to bake. |
| A relationship between a father and a daughter As the delivery news arrived, he made a few calls. He held her in his arms as tears started to fall. She looked up at him with her baby brown eyes. All of a sudden there is a little soft cry. It is then and there he promises to himself that he is not going to let anything happen to her as long as he is alive. It is 25 years later and his health has taken a pretty big dive. He tells her that he may not have many years left to live. She thinks of all the years he has had to give. He tells her not to worry, everything is going to be okay. It is then and there she promises to herself that she will think of him every time she prays. 5 years later she is sitting at his bed side. He looks at her with so much pride. She holds his hand in hers, as tears start to fall. As the saddened news arrived she made a few calls. |
| A Great Mom I see this women whom is caring, sensitive, friendly, and has a beautiful smile. She sits out on her step waiting for a long while. She cleans the house washing the floors, making the bed, and does all the laundry. With the energy she has she could walk for miles. I wonder what her job could be. |
| Sometimes I find myself lying in an open field looking up at the stars. Sometimes I find myself sitting in a chair looking at the trees across the way. Sometimes I find myself dreaming of a place that is very far. And sometimes I find myself wishing of a new day. Today I am greatful for the stars. Today I am greatful for the trees across the way. Today I am greatful for the dreams I get to dream of that place that is very far. And today I am greatful for everyday. |
| Free I am sitting in my own little corner. I can't see them and they can't see me. My only wish is to be free. Free from all the cries that bring me pain. Free from all the Pain that bring me Fear. Free from all the fear that bring me tears. |