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I'm going to post some of my poems. I'll put them from newest to oldest.
Broken Messages
By Laura Kean
May 5, 2006
[You] tell me that you're there for me,
In anything that I do;
You [say]that by my side you'll be,
For you love me kind and true.
You say [that]my friends will leave me,
As soon as high school ends;
And that you wish that[I]would see,
That my family is my only true friend.
But how [can] you be there?
How can I call you friends
When you [act] like you don't care
If my dreams come to an end.
You tell me that being a teacher is [foolish],
And that I'll never find a job;
[And] that being a child psychologist is a dumb wish,
For when something goes wrong in my life I sob.
You say that I am [childish],
That I'm not mature at all;
But I just hope, pray, and (wish),
That you'd see that an adult, me, you can call.
For (I) was never given,
The luxury of a childhood;
But an adult (was) living,
Where a little girl once stood.
I have (grown) up long before my time,
For I was put through a terrible hell;
I began using rhythm (and) rhyme,
To express the things I could not tell.
My (friends) are more my family,
For, me, they do not discourage;
By my side I (know) they'll be,
And from them I'll get my courage.
I don't know (what) I would have done,
Without these friends of mine;
For many times (they've) shown me the sun,
And broken the ties, that from me to you, bind.
They are (willingly) ready to fight,
To get me away from home;
Another thing they've (done) is call me late at night,
Just so I won't feel alone.
They {tell} me everything is okay,
That there's very little more time;
And there will be a {time} one day,
That I can write a happier rhyme.
But {what} they don't understand,
Is that you have me trapped;
You hold my {life} in your hand,
The same hand, that last night against my head, rapped.
{I} don't know what to do,
I feel completely lost;
For I {have} no family true,
Though I want one at any cost.
*Last* night grew to be too much,
I couldn't handle it any more;
God's love I couldn't *touch*,
So I walk out of the door.
I *climbed* into my car,
And I drove away;
Not wanting to get *far*,
But just to a place I could stay.
I drove 80 *down* our winding road,
Not slowing for the curves;
Just how *fast* I was going can't be told,
But around corners I did swerve.
*I* came to the highway,
And didn't even stop;
I *thought* I visit to a friend I might pay,
But I perished the thought.
So [I] continued at my fast pace,
Stopping for no sign;
And oh how my heart did [race],
As these eyes of mine cried.
It amazes me how there were [no] cops,
To catch me at high speeds;
I [launch] off of hilltops,
For far away I needed to be.
I continued [fastly] to County Line,
And sped through there too;
All the time still [crying],
Those tears caused by you.
I get to 46 and (don't) wait to turn,
No one else is on my path;
And all I (want) is to crash and burn,
For within me burns a firy wrath.
I am (speeding) toward Spencer,
Toward the fateful bridge I fear;
Everything ws passing in (blurs),
And then a tone on my phone I did hear.
{I} look and see it's a response,
From a message I'd long ago sent;
And as the bridge comes to {veiw},
My head, the original plan, haunts.
It'd be so {easy} to drive off the side,
Land in the water and sink down inside;
Wash away all of the {tears} I've cried,
But from the message, my eyes, can not be pried.
I pull {over} at the next exit,
And text her back;
I feel, like a {rock} wall, I've hit,
But friends I do not lack.
*I* turn around,
Still texting her;
For I now *feel* safe and sound,
And the past few moments are just a blur.
Does she realize she's *done* it again?
Does she know she's saved my life?
That she is my greatest *friend*?
One who helps me with every strife?
I drive [home] after she says goodnight,
I've to find her later to talk things through;
[To] tell her of the awful fight,
I'd just had with you.
I pull into my [painful] driveway,
As silent as can be;
In my car, seeing [memories], I do stay,
In case movement I did see.
I (carefully) get out,
And walk up to the house;
I'd (give) anything to shout,
But I'm quiet as a mouse.
I open the door {softly},
So that it doesn't squeak;
And I {realize} I feel awfully
And utterly weak.
I walk to {my} room,
Don my bed clothes;
I am now back in my {tomb},
And now my life I must sow.
I find my *friend* the next morning,
Feel her warm embrace;
*I* take to heart her warning,
That she is my friend, my sister, my Lace.
She tells me to *forget* them,
And they're hurtful words;
For in the [end] I'll win,
Though right now the fight is for the birds.
So I go alone and (quietly) to class,
And go throughout the day;
(I) bust my tired ass,
So that on my face, a smile, my stay.
And so I (went) off alone,
Through my dark and lonely hell;
And if I'll ever have a happy (home),
I still can not tell.
For my heart is (broken),
My mind is breaking;
For those {harsh} words you've spoken,
Everything, they're taking.
My {soul} is disappearing,
My laughter is fading;
And {I} keep hearing,
A voice that says "keep waiting."
So that's what I'll {do},
But for how long will this last?
How many more times *will* you
Drudge up the long since past?
But I'll ignore *you*,
And what you say;
For I'll be *free* from you,
And I'd die happy on that day.
*Me*
Now if you use some imagination and pull out the accented words (words with [], (), {}, or ** around them) then you create new messages:
1) You tell me that I can act foolish and childish.
2) Wish I was grown and friends know what they've willingly done.
3) Tell time what life I have.
4) Last touch climbed far down fast I thought.
5) I race, no, launch fastly crying.
6) Don't want speeding blurs.
7) I view easy tears over rock.
8) I feel done friend.
9) Home to painful memories.
10) Carefully give.
11) Softly realize my tomb.
12) Friend I forget.
13) End.
14) Quietly I went home broken.
15) Harsh soul? I do.
16) Will you free me?
I kinda made 2 poems in one, it's kinda cool i think lol
*~Laura~*
Broken Messages
By Laura Kean
May 5, 2006
[You] tell me that you're there for me,
In anything that I do;
You [say]that by my side you'll be,
For you love me kind and true.
You say [that]my friends will leave me,
As soon as high school ends;
And that you wish that[I]would see,
That my family is my only true friend.
But how [can] you be there?
How can I call you friends
When you [act] like you don't care
If my dreams come to an end.
You tell me that being a teacher is [foolish],
And that I'll never find a job;
[And] that being a child psychologist is a dumb wish,
For when something goes wrong in my life I sob.
You say that I am [childish],
That I'm not mature at all;
But I just hope, pray, and (wish),
That you'd see that an adult, me, you can call.
For (I) was never given,
The luxury of a childhood;
But an adult (was) living,
Where a little girl once stood.
I have (grown) up long before my time,
For I was put through a terrible hell;
I began using rhythm (and) rhyme,
To express the things I could not tell.
My (friends) are more my family,
For, me, they do not discourage;
By my side I (know) they'll be,
And from them I'll get my courage.
I don't know (what) I would have done,
Without these friends of mine;
For many times (they've) shown me the sun,
And broken the ties, that from me to you, bind.
They are (willingly) ready to fight,
To get me away from home;
Another thing they've (done) is call me late at night,
Just so I won't feel alone.
They {tell} me everything is okay,
That there's very little more time;
And there will be a {time} one day,
That I can write a happier rhyme.
But {what} they don't understand,
Is that you have me trapped;
You hold my {life} in your hand,
The same hand, that last night against my head, rapped.
{I} don't know what to do,
I feel completely lost;
For I {have} no family true,
Though I want one at any cost.
*Last* night grew to be too much,
I couldn't handle it any more;
God's love I couldn't *touch*,
So I walk out of the door.
I *climbed* into my car,
And I drove away;
Not wanting to get *far*,
But just to a place I could stay.
I drove 80 *down* our winding road,
Not slowing for the curves;
Just how *fast* I was going can't be told,
But around corners I did swerve.
*I* came to the highway,
And didn't even stop;
I *thought* I visit to a friend I might pay,
But I perished the thought.
So [I] continued at my fast pace,
Stopping for no sign;
And oh how my heart did [race],
As these eyes of mine cried.
It amazes me how there were [no] cops,
To catch me at high speeds;
I [launch] off of hilltops,
For far away I needed to be.
I continued [fastly] to County Line,
And sped through there too;
All the time still [crying],
Those tears caused by you.
I get to 46 and (don't) wait to turn,
No one else is on my path;
And all I (want) is to crash and burn,
For within me burns a firy wrath.
I am (speeding) toward Spencer,
Toward the fateful bridge I fear;
Everything ws passing in (blurs),
And then a tone on my phone I did hear.
{I} look and see it's a response,
From a message I'd long ago sent;
And as the bridge comes to {veiw},
My head, the original plan, haunts.
It'd be so {easy} to drive off the side,
Land in the water and sink down inside;
Wash away all of the {tears} I've cried,
But from the message, my eyes, can not be pried.
I pull {over} at the next exit,
And text her back;
I feel, like a {rock} wall, I've hit,
But friends I do not lack.
*I* turn around,
Still texting her;
For I now *feel* safe and sound,
And the past few moments are just a blur.
Does she realize she's *done* it again?
Does she know she's saved my life?
That she is my greatest *friend*?
One who helps me with every strife?
I drive [home] after she says goodnight,
I've to find her later to talk things through;
[To] tell her of the awful fight,
I'd just had with you.
I pull into my [painful] driveway,
As silent as can be;
In my car, seeing [memories], I do stay,
In case movement I did see.
I (carefully) get out,
And walk up to the house;
I'd (give) anything to shout,
But I'm quiet as a mouse.
I open the door {softly},
So that it doesn't squeak;
And I {realize} I feel awfully
And utterly weak.
I walk to {my} room,
Don my bed clothes;
I am now back in my {tomb},
And now my life I must sow.
I find my *friend* the next morning,
Feel her warm embrace;
*I* take to heart her warning,
That she is my friend, my sister, my Lace.
She tells me to *forget* them,
And they're hurtful words;
For in the [end] I'll win,
Though right now the fight is for the birds.
So I go alone and (quietly) to class,
And go throughout the day;
(I) bust my tired ass,
So that on my face, a smile, my stay.
And so I (went) off alone,
Through my dark and lonely hell;
And if I'll ever have a happy (home),
I still can not tell.
For my heart is (broken),
My mind is breaking;
For those {harsh} words you've spoken,
Everything, they're taking.
My {soul} is disappearing,
My laughter is fading;
And {I} keep hearing,
A voice that says "keep waiting."
So that's what I'll {do},
But for how long will this last?
How many more times *will* you
Drudge up the long since past?
But I'll ignore *you*,
And what you say;
For I'll be *free* from you,
And I'd die happy on that day.
*Me*
Now if you use some imagination and pull out the accented words (words with [], (), {}, or ** around them) then you create new messages:
1) You tell me that I can act foolish and childish.
2) Wish I was grown and friends know what they've willingly done.
3) Tell time what life I have.
4) Last touch climbed far down fast I thought.
5) I race, no, launch fastly crying.
6) Don't want speeding blurs.
7) I view easy tears over rock.
8) I feel done friend.
9) Home to painful memories.
10) Carefully give.
11) Softly realize my tomb.
12) Friend I forget.
13) End.
14) Quietly I went home broken.
15) Harsh soul? I do.
16) Will you free me?
I kinda made 2 poems in one, it's kinda cool i think lol
*~Laura~*