natasha-twinkle
Same as all of you, I write how I feel. There is usually always much more meaning to my poems than you can get out of them by reading them once. If you have the time and are interested, re-read my poems and try to hear my voice. Try to see what I really mean by the poem.
I though it'd be best, to move out west.
Have some fun and be care-free.
Just get up and pack and dont look back,
although most did disagree.
I told them dont fret, ill have no regret,
Its just something I need to do.
Im creating some ends, but ill make new friends,
Little did I know who.
Despite what they said, I went ahead,
and just hoped for the best.
What I found was, incredible because,
Theres none like it in the midwest.
I found my guy and Ill tell you why,
Im so sure it was meant to be.
The feeling of fear, just dissapoeared,
When I realized he was for me.
He opend my mind; before I was blind,
To anyone other than me.
Now I can smile, 'cuz it was all worthwhile,
To find a new priority.
I saw his face, I'd found my place.
No longer lost or alone.
Wrapped in his arms, free from all harms,
With him, again I am home.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
In my life I had known, both joy and fear.
I had smiled often, but had also shed a tear.
I had an even balance of happiness and sting,
And had no idea what this next year would bring.
When Cancer took her away from me,
Her soul and body was set completely free.
Her heart was done aching and her mind put to rest,
She happy again, It was for the best.
She had no more suffering, she had no more fear.
But she gave all her pain to those of us still here.
She was now safe and sound, but she was gone forever
And I was stuck on earth unable to see her ever.
She left behind a disease with her family and friends.
Similar to her own, but this one never ends.
It feels like her cancer, I was hurting and scared.
It’s a horrible thing, that this disease was shared.
Her only baby girl was now left alone.
To grow up with three boys, all tortured in one home.
Tortured by the thought, they would never hug, smell, or see,
That wonderful woman who just left them to be.
This disease of loss took over our lives.
Seven years later and there’s no surprise.
I still haven’t slept in so many years
Because I cant fall asleep to the sound of my tears.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
I thought I knew just what I wanted,
Before I moved away.
I wanted a tall and handsome man,
By my side, every day.
Now across the country,
Is the one I care about.
I hope so desperately,
That time does not run out.
This boy is not the type,
I’ve had in my head for years,
But he’s the one who takes away,
All my silly fears.
The test will come,
In the future one day.
When we are together,
Yet old and gray.
The lust, the passion,
May run dry,
But still there will be,
No reason to cry.
At that point in life,
Many couples will quit.
They will argue and fight,
And eventually split.
But me and my man,
Many miles away,
Will look at each other,
And I will then say,
"Although it is gone,
The passion and lust,
I know we are leftover,
With true love and trust."
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
For I am exceedingly rushed,
And have no time for such,
An in-opinionated and hushed,
State of mind that I find,
You to possess.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 2:21 PM UTC
Crouched down into the corner of a couch
Watching the three people around me.
Three fingers around me.
Pointing.
They seem to be talking.
The fingers, not the people.
As the fingers shake back and forth,
In a condescending way,
They seem to say,
Failure. You can’t do it.
You can’t do it.
As I sit there feeling smaller than ever
These giant fingers won’t stop.
Failure. You can’t do it.
You can’t do it.
It’s a new idea.
And I’m too stubborn for it to be true.
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 9:48 PM UTC
Leaves change color,
Soon they fall,
Within months,
There's none at all.
Flowers blossom,
You see morning dew,
But soon enough,
That’s all gone too.
A warm embrace,
From a friend,
At some point,
Comes to an end.
The one thing that lasts,
Is one kind of love.
As long as you have hope,
In something above.
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 6:33 AM UTC
Expectations of others still holding me at gunpoint.
Everyone and their mothers, I know I'll disapoint.
Not everyone can win if this internal battle continues.
But everyone could win if we stop the abuse.
The abuse of others, the society around,
Could become productive if we listened through the sound.
Listened to the people but not the words they say,
Because everyone communicates in their personal way.
If we listened to ourselves and followed what we feel,
Maybe everyone in this world could go home to a meal.
Maybe someday we will love and the fighting will cease,
and maybe someday we will be people of peace.
For now Im alone and considered slightly mad,
For straying from the norm apparently Ive gone bad.
Someday we will all stray from the norm.
We will all become "mad" rather than conform.
When that day comes the norm is gone for good.
People will be free and I will be understood.
With just a free spirit you can help to release,
A whole new world for the people of peace.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 12:49 PM UTC
Everything depends
On how you view it.
If something brings you joy,
You must stick to it.
Its funny how,
A change in your mind,
Is all based on,
The mood you find.
Letting the bad,
Get under your skin,
Will allow for depression,
To sink further in.
Eventually your mind,
Will be set in stone.
You will always feel,
Like you are alone.
But when you see the bad,
And turn it rightside up,
You will soon start to notice,
Half full is the cup.
You'll see the rain as beauty,
And envy as admiration.
See the night as necessary,
And let go of frustration.
The difference between,
Happy and sad,
and a life gone good,
and a life gone bad,
Is as small as a thought
Or an attitude.
Everything changes,
Parallel to your mood.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 12:42 PM UTC
Do you really think were alone?
Are you that naive?
Or do you just wish,
For the unseen to leave?
Take off your mask,
And open up yours eyes.
Remove your skeptic suit,
And be ready for a surprise.
The naked eye cant see them,
But can't you feel their here?
Don't wait to believe,
'till they decide to appear.
You can't get by without,
Faith that their around.
Not only above us,
But walking on our ground.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 12:37 PM UTC
Spiraling downward...
It gets darker and darker.
Not much left to do...
Its getting harder and harder.
Being engullfed in something that is impossible to name.
To you it seems like nothing, for me theres only fear to gain.
Theres nothing to stop it, I just have to pull through.
Because when its done with me, its going after you.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 12:34 PM UTC