Poems

You are the one
You are the one
that I love.
You are the one
that came from above.
You are the one
that will always be.
You are the one
thats always with me.
You are the one
with mysterious eyes.
You are the one
that will never say goodbye.
You are the one
with the sexiest voice.
You are the one
that is my choice.
(By: Kari L. Kahn copyright 2000)

Christy
You are to me
like a sister,
a mentor,
and the closest of friends.
You make me smile,
laugh at jokes,
and teach me about sisterhood.
If anything happened to you
my heart would stop beating,
and my lungs would reject air.
My mind would tell me things
like how to join you
by taking my life.
You are my sister,
my mentor,
and my forever friend.
(By: Kari L. Kahn copyright 2000)

Little Girl
Little Girl
looking so sweet.
You're smart for your age,
you're just so pretty.
I hope that you survive.
Little Girl
why do you weep?
Do you hear the voices
of everyone yelling,
trying to make you learn?
Little Girl
get out of my house!
Why do you smoke?
Why can't you learn?
I don't want you here!
Little Girl
I wish that you were dead!
Can't you comprehend anything?
Can't you kill yourself,
so we don't have to see you?
Little Girl
cut herself today.
She can't wait to die,
she can't stand life,
and we pulled her trigger.
Little Girl
passed away today,
and she's only sixteen!
Everyone wanted it to come
and now she's gone!
Little Girl
wasted her life away.
Smoking th chronic,
having unprotected sex,
shooting up her veins.
Little Girl
we don't care that you're gone!
We're actually glad.
Just one question if you don't mind,
why didn't you do it sooner?
(By: Kari L. Kahn copyright 1998)

Depression
As it stares you down
looking through your soul
a feeling of sadness
has soaked into your mind.
Silence is it's theme
as you sit in agony
trying to scream
but nothing comes.
Looking around in a room
you see happy faces
all of which are fake.
We are all puppets
putting on a show
for everyone to see.
If we all want to be different
how different can we be?
A searing pain wound your heart
and you hope it will never beat again.
But we all know the outcome.
We live alone
staring at nothing.
You speak a language
that only you understand
so no one listens.
Why am I so alone?
(By: Kari L. Kahn copyright 2000)

Ask for more
Wind blowing through my hair
sand beneath my feet.
Sweet aroma of wildflowers
tide coming in to greet.
A smile spread across our faces
as we stand on this glorious shore.
We stand here holding eachother
thinking,who could ask for more?
(By: Kari L. Kahn copyright 2001)