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 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
Sitting, sitting, siting...
It's only been two minutes.
I swear it's been fifteen.
I'm cold.
I'm tired.
Tired of sitting.
Still sitting.
Two more minutes...
Still sitting.
I may be here forever.
I'm getting restless.
Why is the clock so slow?
Sitting, sitting, sitting.
Still sitting.
Two more minutes,
Now it's been eight...
Shouldn't class have ended by now?
Hasn't the time been more than enough?
It will be a miracle to make it through this.
Sitting some more.
Three minutes this time.
I can't help but look at the evil clock.
I tell myself to quit,
But I look again.
Ten minutes creep by.
I swear it was forty-five.
Two more minutes...
There's only seven more.
Still sitting, sitting, sitting.
I can't take much more.
I've been sitting my life away.
Just sitting here.
Five more to go.
I'm cold.
I'm tired.
I'm hungry.
I'm dying...
All I want is to go home.
Away from this torture chamber that is my class.
Time must have slowed down further.
I was unaware that time was capable of slowing down this much.
I keep on sitting through it.
Sitting, sitting, sitting some more.
Two minutes,
It feels like fifty.
Only one more to go.
I'll never make it.
Class dismissed,
I run for my life.
But I'll be back tomorrow.
Back to sit some more.
Class™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
Silent tears stream down my face,
As I look across the room.
You're smiling at her,
She's smiling at you.
I've been forgotten so soon.
And I only have one question...
What happened?
When was I dismissed?
We used to be so happy.
We used to live carefree.
Everyday together,
Laughing, smiling, joking,
Our hearts together were at ease.
Was it that easy to forget me?
Her I want to hate,
She's ruined my whole life.
You're all I've ever wanted,
You make my life complete.
I don't know where she came from,
But she swept you off your feet.
To me you've become blind,
She's made you push me to the side.
It hurts more than a sudden death,
Because we were so close.
The slow torture that you're causing me,
You're choking at my throat.
I've cried more because of you,
Than anyone before.
So many times I've run to my room,
And collapsed inside my door.
Impressions of my tears,
stained forever in my face.
My heart is in distress,
My breath a rapid pace.
I can't  listen about her,
A single second more!
Why can't I be the one,
Your heart desires for?
You've stuck me in the friend-zone,
Because you  care to much...
That statement has confused me so,
It makes me think uncertainly,
You care for me to much,
You'd rather hurt her than me.
Shouldn't that open up your stupid eyes,
To never let me go?
And now every time I see her,
I want to be enraged.
To claw her big brown eyes out,
Before you get engaged.
But then I look at you and see,
The smile that she brings.
It kills me more and more,
To see her in your life.
You don't think I understand,
Or don't see how much I care.
That I know you all too well.
One day she's gonna brake your heart,
And when you come to me,
I don't know if I'll be able to pick up the pieces,
And help you to your feet.
I doubt I'll still be around,
I can't take this agony much longer.
To see her take my place,
Reminds me what I could have had.
Today I saw a picture of you,
Her wrapped in your arms.
In that warm loving hug I've felt,
The one I know is yours.
The hug that saved my life,
The hug that told me I'm special,
And just how much you cared.
But you broke my heart today,
I'm shattered and destroyed.
For when I looked at your smiles,
I think I may have died.
Written through my tears after seeing a picture posted online...

The Picture With Her...™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
Love*
It's when you run up your three step porch,
Throw open the door,
And yell out, "I'm home!"
Love
It's when an eight year old comes running,
So excited to see you,
She's calling out your name.
Love
It's the feeling you get,
Causing you to drop to your knees,
Eye level, at her height.
Love
It's embarrassing her,
Holding her tightly in your arms.
Love
It's what you feel,
When she whispers, "I missed you so much!"
Love
It's why you never want to let go,
Let go of the precious little girl.
That's what love is,
It's simple, yet divine.
It's a passion for another person,
It's why you always put them first.
They're the reason you keep on living,
The reason you couldn't live without.
What Is Love?™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
You think I'm far to crazy,
A little bit loud, maybe lazy.
You think I rock out hard,
That I play like a beast on guitar.
My sparkles shine so far,
My glamour's far to much.
But this is me,
It's who I am.
So my style's glam,
Well baby, that's my plan.
With this glitter on my face,
I'll tie my black boots laced.
My eyes I'll do up too,
With liners black or blue.
So here I am,
This is the real me.
Now that I'm grown,
My life I live alone.
My attitude is cruel,
The dance floor I will rule.
Take a good long look,
Cuz I'm an open book.
**This is who I am.
Written in 2009, It was a surprise poem I found it in an old notebook.
Who I Am™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
Never again,
Will I let myself win.
It's better to loose,
When you have something to prove.
I hate playing this game,
It makes me seem lame.
It's a battle, life's a war,
And we have to know what we're fighting for.
Life's A Game™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
So here I am,
All alone,
So confused.
I don't know what I want,
I don't know what to do.
All I know is,
I still want you.
I'm singing you life's song,
Why won't you sing along.
I don't know what I've done,
I don't know why you've run...
So I'm sitting here wondering,
I'm sitting here waiting.
Please put me out of my misery,
Just tell me what you want from me.
Tell me what to do,
Tell me what to say,
Tell me how to walk,
Tell me how to talk.
Honestly I'm tired,
I'm sick of trying my best,
For I always come up short.
And now I'm sick,
I'm sick of trying,
I'm sick of hoping,
I'm sick of wondering.
Just tell me what to do,
Tell me what you want.
I'm always slipping up,
Never good enough for you.
I don't know what I've done,
Can't you just tell me what to do?
Tell Me™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
Tears so fast,
My eyes are swollen.
They're streaming down my face.
A quiet breath.
I'll be alright.
Two lines of tears,
They're streaming down my face.
I sob out harder,
Collapsed on my floor,
I don't know how I could cry a single tear more.
Salty tears upon my lips,
They're streaming down my face.
Sometimes feeling loved can be the most painful thing in the wold.

Tears...™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Oct 2013 Chérie
Nadia DeLevea
Stars are falling,
Out of the sky.
People all leave us,
They say good-bye.

A lake of screams
I'm drowning in.
A sharp disaster,
While I'm loving sin.

Deep in slumber,
Forever sleeping.
I lay awake,
Wide eyed, I'm weeping.

The world is failing,
My life is burning.
I keep on living,
Forever learning.

Impressions upon my face,
From the stains of each tear.
Living in hiding,
I'm forever in fear.

In a room full of people,
I was never more alone.
My heartbeat a sad melody,
Played on the saxophone.

Never a moment,
Not one second of peace.
An army of emotion,
My soul shall release.

The world is frail,
It shatters like glass.
Slow steady hands,
As we all quietly pass.
Inner Most Life™  By Nadia DeLevea
Beneath the drifts of the garden space
Sealed with fluttering rays of the pollen ghosts
Incense trees protect frail memories of thee
The hyacinths shadows stained with purple ink
Hollow roots husks and grains frolicking with the dust in the air
The sunbeams glimmer with great splendor
Dutch Master Daffodils blossom into a luminous blaze
The breeze of the heavens convey peace and unity
The field is sun stamped with spirits and mysteries
As the petals sail across the field
Pine trees sway in the early morning sun
The sloping hillside is dotted with mounds of earth
Providing splotches of brown among the hues of green
Overhead birds soar wildly across the magnificent sky
Whispering trees shelter the secrets and the infliction's
The solitude gives me peace
Fills me within
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