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Other People’s Lives

And when someone talks about their children

The things they did that weekend

They played or cried or were told off

I smile

Inside I die

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Then someone mentions their holiday plans

Pack up the kids and the other half

Get away for some family fun

I give a smile

But I feel like a shut in

Inside I die

.

Then someone talks about their exciting love life

Date upon date

Week after week a new man from the net

“You’ve got to get on and find a woman” they say

I’ve tried and I’m not wanted

Inside I die

.

Then a girl talks about trying to see her boyfriend

The effort she makes to see him

The travel for the long distance relationship

That’s great and I smile

Will anyone make an effort for me?

Inside I die

.

Then someone talks about their abuse

The violence, fear and cheating

The years it’s been going on

I’m not like that

So much for being a nice guy

Inside I die

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When the unpleasant, dickish and annoying

Talk about their lives

They have children, husbands or wives

The worst find and keep someone

And I’m forever alone

Inside I die

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My explanation. I can go through all this in one day. It makes me feel so empty. I feel my life has been wasted. I feel I’m rubbish. How undesirable must I be if those people from the last two verses get partners?

Poems by JD

Gray Death
The warm colors of fall have faded
Now the death of winter has raided
The first flakes begin to fall
I hardly notice them at all
White tears falling down from the sky
Why, oh why do the Angels cry?
Can they see through the sky so white,
The pain that plagues day and night?
“This gray death shall consume us all,”
On the icey winds the Angels do call
So as your body begins to numb,
From your mouth a white fog will hum
A piece of your soul on Angels’ wings will fly
Leaving your body behind to die.
Whispers of the Wind
All has come to twilight
Soon the fallow of night
But still I waited
Breath baited
Answers, the Wind does hold
Secrets untold
I hear its beckoning when the darkness falls
“Pain” are its calls
The Whispering Wind has long since faded
But here I stay, breath baited
The Sea
I don’t care what you say
Your words like pebbles thrown into the sea
Washed away
They didn’t even touch me
Lost into the shadows below
Settling as far down as they can go
To far to swim, you should know
But down to the bottom and back I go
Try me
Others took their hit
They made a puddle a sea
That’s what I make of it
Back down, but others will come
The sea will condemn them foe or friend
Some pebbles will join the others… some
Untouchable, I will remain, until the end
Phantom Father
You danced through my childhood, ghostly
Memories of you, I never had
You wish you were there, regrettably
You my Phantom Father
I learned to do without
I never felt sad
Unwanted love you sent about
You my Phantom Father
Now your back to make things “right”
Like a cow to the slaughter, you fallow the latest fad
I never needed you to tuck me in at night
You my Phantom Father
Give up the fight
You want a second chance, sorry but too bad
Your time has come to twilight
You my Phantom Father
Give me peace, now is the end
I’m sorry if I made you sad
All your love back to you I send
Goodbye to you,
My Phantom Father

The Forgotten Dragon

Once there was a Dragon
He was forgotten
No one think of him
No one dreamed of him
No one thought of him
No one knew if he existed
No one cared for him
No one loved him
Hes always alone in the woods
Living in a small cold cave
Always staying in the dark
Filled with sorrow and pain
Filled with hate
Empty with love
Wanting to be loved
Wanting not to be hated anymore
Wanting to be happy
Wanting to be remembered
Wanting to be thought of
Wanting to be dreamed about
Wanting to be thought of
But hated by every heart
Making it hard to sleep
Looking at the moon makes him cry
The moon light only lights up a little
Wishing he would be layed to peace
Wishing to be freed
Wishing the pain to end
Hoping for someone might care
Hoping to find some love
Hoping to be remembered
Hoping for a miricle someday
It never came.

Written by the Forgotten Fox on 14th January 2006

The Sound

A BANG OR A WHIMPER: it matters not.
The sound is gone.
No echoes of voices in vacant lots:
The silent dawn.
Rain on a pond and the cry of a dove,
Like melodies poorly drawn.
‘Though music’s no longer the stuff of love,
The insipid ensemble plays on.
The silence of lyrical voices,
Lost in a life lived too long.
The vacancy of our choices,
Everything’s played out wrong.
The pain of a life masqueraded,
In a world where we sought to belong.
We find that our fortunes have faded,
Our lives have been sold for a song.
The sound is gone.

Poems by Yanci

Dreams

Dreams is all I have , but I’m not trying to walk through life and make them come true. In one year I will be out of high school and into the world. I am scare , but I know, that I’ll make it, I just have to try harder and harder everyday of my life.
by: Yanci

Comments: when I wrote this I was in the last days of my junior year. All the teachers were talking about how we had to start getting ready for our senior year and that it was going to be hard trying to choose which one was the right college for us. While each of them were saying this I realized that I have all this dreams of what I want to be and were I want to go but I am not trying to make them come true. That is when I started to write this poem because it says that I was feeling before and what I am feeling now.

A life crying

Why is life so difficult. Haven’t I suffered enough. Seventeen years of my life and it won’t stop. Why me, not that anybody deserves it , I guess that is how life is. You have got to suffer to be happy at the end.
by: Yanci

Comment this poem was also written at the end of my junior year. I was passing through hard moments. The problems with my mom were driving me crazy. I was feeling like she didnt’ want me here with her, as if she wanted me to leave and on top of it I knew that I couldn’t go anywhere. The rest of my family is in my country and we would just die of hunger and it would show that I am a failure which I am not. The poem says seventeen years crying because that is how old I am and I have been crying for two main reasons since I remember. Not feeling loved by my mom and knowing that my father denied me and never looked for me. I always think hat my life could had been better emotionally if he was with me.

With a mask

When I was a little girl , I would dream of the beautiful life that I was going to live. But I never thought that it would be the other way. I have to smile to cover up the tears. I have to pretend I am happy when I want to scream. I have to say I am fine when I want to say get out of my life. But one day I will take the mask off and show my real face. I just have to wait. I know that it will happen some day.
by: Yanci

Comments this poem has the same story as the previous one ( a life crying) I wrote it with a couple of days of difference but it was for the same feeling. I don’t show people who I really am.