aha my hearing aid broke so I didnt go to school nanienanie boo boo
Now, everyone kows I am not exactly the best poem writer, but I wrtoe one last ngiht that I like. I think I like it because its the first poem I have wirtten in a long time that allowed me to vent my pent up emotions, or lack of them... and it really does symbolize what I feel.
Those Sad Gleeful Things I see:
Dreams full of color, full of life that I can never have.
Hopes and dreams that will never be in my grasps.
I wake, from that world that I wish to stay in forever, into the world of life.
On the right are people crying, sad. Distraught.
The left are people smiling gleefully, with their new kisses and hugs, their good lives, and their happy selfs.
In the middle are the ones with no emotion, the ones that have nothing to be sad, nor happy about.
They just exist, in a world they wish not to be in, yet they don’t care ether way.
I’m alone, in this world we call our own.
Being “free” as the bush says, but never being really true.
I sit here dreaming of the things I want, the things I envy in others that I will never be able to have. Those special hugs and kisses, those good lives, and happy selfs, but never I cry, or become sad for it.
I have no emotion, I am in the middle of things, those gleeful sad things I see all around me.
So, I dream…like everyone else…but these dreams are things I can never have…sad things I see all around me….. but for a temporary moment….it almost seems real…..those gleeful things I see…..
Those Sad Gleeful Things I see:
Dreams full of color, full of life that I can never have.
Hopes and dreams that will never be in my grasps.
I wake, from that world that I wish to stay in forever, into the world of life.
On the right are people crying, sad. Distraught.
The left are people smiling gleefully, with their new kisses and hugs, their good lives, and their happy selfs.
In the middle are the ones with no emotion, the ones that have nothing to be sad, nor happy about.
They just exist, in a world they wish not to be in, yet they don’t care ether way.
I’m alone, in this world we call our own.
Being “free” as the bush says, but never being really true.
I sit here dreaming of the things I want, the things I envy in others that I will never be able to have. Those special hugs and kisses, those good lives, and happy selfs, but never I cry, or become sad for it.
I have no emotion, I am in the middle of things, those gleeful sad things I see all around me.
So, I dream…like everyone else…but these dreams are things I can never have…sad things I see all around me….. but for a temporary moment….it almost seems real…..those gleeful things I see…..