So, I know you all write poetry. We all have angst, its not just a teenage phenomenon! I think we should share our poetry, it'll be fun. I'll start:<br><br><br><br><br><br>
A Little Something<br><br><br><br>
I lost a little something today.<br><br>
Maybe it was important,<br><br>
I don't know.<br><br>
Maybe it had something to do with you.<br><br>
I'd rather not get out of bed<br><br>
This morning,<br><br>
I'd rather waste away<br><br>
And try to remember<br><br>
What it is I'm trying to forget:<br><br>
That I had something,<br><br>
A reason to live,<br><br>
And I threw it all away.<br><br>
But it's not important.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
Alone<br><br><br><br>
Sometimes she cries,<br><br>
especially when she has<br><br>
no shoulder to cry on,<br><br>
no arms to hold her.<br><br>
Then she wants to die,<br><br>
because she thinks that's<br><br>
what it expected of her,<br><br>
and she lives for everyone else.<br><br>
Are you alone, love,<br><br>
lonely like her shadow?<br><br>
Do you sleep, love,<br><br>
only to wake to greyer skies?<br><br>
And she knows<br><br>
there must be some way out of this.<br><br>
And she dreams,<br><br>
but her dreams never come true.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
(Poems copyright Katherine Carr 2001)
A Little Something<br><br><br><br>
I lost a little something today.<br><br>
Maybe it was important,<br><br>
I don't know.<br><br>
Maybe it had something to do with you.<br><br>
I'd rather not get out of bed<br><br>
This morning,<br><br>
I'd rather waste away<br><br>
And try to remember<br><br>
What it is I'm trying to forget:<br><br>
That I had something,<br><br>
A reason to live,<br><br>
And I threw it all away.<br><br>
But it's not important.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
Alone<br><br><br><br>
Sometimes she cries,<br><br>
especially when she has<br><br>
no shoulder to cry on,<br><br>
no arms to hold her.<br><br>
Then she wants to die,<br><br>
because she thinks that's<br><br>
what it expected of her,<br><br>
and she lives for everyone else.<br><br>
Are you alone, love,<br><br>
lonely like her shadow?<br><br>
Do you sleep, love,<br><br>
only to wake to greyer skies?<br><br>
And she knows<br><br>
there must be some way out of this.<br><br>
And she dreams,<br><br>
but her dreams never come true.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
(Poems copyright Katherine Carr 2001)