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1995 Poetry
I wrote these poems when I was 19 to 20 years old

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Silence

The rain taps softly on my window
As he's miles from where I lay
My heart cries out in the distance
It hurts when love is this way
I hear his words fill the silence
But it's only my heart crying so
I see his smile in the moonlight
Tears fill my eyes as he goes
His gentle laugh enters the midnight
The stars shine like Heaven above
His blue eyes tear down my shadow
I can still fill his essence of love
The silence breaks down my dark window
The scatter leaves scars deep behind
A heart cries softly in the wilderness
I'm staring into the darkness so blind

©Sabrina, April 19, 1995
Dedicated to R.S.H.




You're there when I need you
With a hand to hold
You come with a smile
And a heart full of gold
You are very special
As a friend to me
And if I didn't know you
I don't know where I'd be
You listen to my problems
And stand by my side
You are a beautiful person
I see that inside
So I hope in the future
You'll look back and see
How much that you
Always meant to me

©Sabrina, February 2, 1995
Dedicated to J.B.



I can hear your heart beat
As your body lays close to mine
I can feel your sweet smile
Send chills up my spine
I can taste your red lips
As we kiss through the night
I can see your beautiful face
Smiling in the light
I can hear your soft voice
Whispering in my ear
I can feel your gentle touch
Hold onto me so dear
I can taste your tender love
Warming me from inside
I can see your blue eyes
As your arms open wide

©Sabrina, June 19, 1995
Dedicated to R.S.H.



lonely, he walks down the street smoking his cigarette

he listens to the cars as they float by
and in his mind he searches for something more

you can tell by his smile his heart is full of gold

on the outside he isn't much
but on the inside there is love glistening in his heart

you can see in his face all the hurt the world has brought him
the anger, the heartache, the loneliness...

but deep inside there is a light that's just waiting
to jump out from the corner of his heart and shine through

still he spends his cold nights
fighting the blackness surrounding him

and no one seems to really care

©Sabrina, July, 24, 1995
Dedicated to unknown Bob of BK



Where is he?
I'm lost
The world is frozen in time
The cold wind blows
And the night creeps in
His warm, gentle smile
Is not here to save me
I can't see where I'm going
There's a black sky above
These voices are whispering
"Where are you going?"
I can't find my way
It's so cold outside
The loneliness settled on my shoulder
I can still feel the pain
I search the darkness
But there is no light

©Sabrina, August 22, 1995
Dedicated to R.S.H.


Dear Senor Henry.
I also tampoco in the graveyard. Maybe tomado there will be a grand fire. Code 3, over and out.
Hops.

Hops:
There's a fire, I repeat fire. Tampoco in the graveyard immediately!
Henry

Senor Henry.
Tampoco is complete. The fire is still cold, Code 9? Over and out.
Hops.

Hops:
Code 9, Code 9. Stop the cold war! Send Timber to control ahora!
Henry.

Senor Henry.
Demotion is taken, over and out, TImber controlling.
Hops.

Senor Henry.
Code 9 established. Tampoco complete. Cold fire out. Graveyard safe.
Timber.

Timber:
Good job, Timber. Check the sink for available forces and clear.
Henry.

S. Henry.
Sink checked, no available forces, clearing...
Timber.

©Sabrina, 1995




A goldfish
Swimming, swimming
The murky water surrounds him
The plastic bowl they call his home
He stares at the blue ceramic people
Waving with faces frozen in time
And at those insipid orange rocks
Covered with dirt at the bottom of his bowl
Who would want to live such a life?
Stuck in a plastic bowl alone
With your only friends as ceramic blue people
Who never move
They call this a life?
How would you like
To eat the dirt they call food
And live in brown disgusting water
Which is also the air you breathe?
Maybe this is why every time you buy a gold fish
It dies within a week

Fishy suicide.

© Sabrina, January 17, 1995
Dedicated to all those poor helpless goldfish



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