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| My Poem which is now in a Book!
Anything's Betters than this He sits on the busy streets, While sitting on his cardboard throne, Watching many people pass-by, Not noticing the poor man below, He holds out his unwashed hand, While in the wind he whispers quietly in the wind, Anything's better than this, Anything's better than this, Begging for money, Begging for hope. |
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| Poems by Stephanie Smith
Drug Addict's Braking Point I had to insure people that I cried when I laughed, Or else people would get worried, My boyfriend used to make me cry all day long, My Braking point was, When I realised he hadn't made me cry in along time. I picked up me children from school, Each with a smile from cheek to cheek, Their smile made warmth I had never felt before, My Braking Point was when, I realised I made them smile that much. My mum asked what I spent my birthday money on, If I had told her what I bought with it, She would have never spoke to me again, My braking point was when, She told me that she would always tell me the truth and so should I back. My wife caught me taking it, She ran into our bedroom and I spent the night alone, I saw her the next morning, My braking point was, When I realised that each tear was ten times worse than withdrawal symptoms. My dad asked where the money in his wallet had gone, My friends asked why I didn't hang with them any more, My boyfriend asked why I didn't show for dinner, My braking point was, Not that I knew I could die from it, it was that the best bit already had. Childhood Wonders They say that girls got it all, At the mere age of 24, Magazines and TV interviews, Silenced the crowds hisses and boos, Her life on display for all to see, She knew this is not what it should be, For the smile that hung upon her face, Was purely to please the human race, For behind that those eyes was a weakened soul, And in her heart there was a hole, Surrounded by people day and night, Yet she felt so lonely a feeling she couldn't fight, She knew it had come too soon and too strong, For her plan to be famous were had she gone wrong?, She thought she wanted fame but now she knew, Fame from a distance was better to view, Every one knew her she had no where to run, For her deal to the devil had been said and done, She had to give up this everlasting fight, When at the end of the tunnel there was no light, She only saw one solution to this life gone wrong, For she knew it would only grow this secret problem, The road had already been too long and too tough, What she thought would be heaven really was rough, For in this Hollywood wheel she was only a spoke, And that night she fell a sleep and never a woke, Grieving that their own child they had misread, Lost but never forgotten so her parents said, For her fans they did miss her and her family more so, They all knew she was a place the critics couldn't go, And up there she had nothing to hide or to prove, The family new she was watching they're every move, And to them she was still a normal little girl, For they had put sand in that oyster and made it a purl, So sometimes you have to lose to win just to survive, And they can all still feel her because her sprit is still alive, This once "girl next door" follows like the rest, Childhood wonders just to young for their success. Just Like Me Have you ever wanted to be your best friend? Have you ever wanted a Broken Heart to Mend? Have you Ever wanted a dream that won't come true? Have you ever wanted a movie and wished it were you? Have you ever wanted to play Cupid? Have you ever obsessed over something stupid? Have you ever wanted to have Hollywood Fame? Have you wanted not to be the same? Have you ever been mad at some one who is in love and hated it? Have you ever wanted love so bad you could have tasted it? Have you ever faked a smile when your Depressed? And if to these questions you have Answered Yes Then You Are Just like Me Just Like Me Why All the Love Songs? What I would give to have a taste of Love To let it sore though me like a turtle dove Just even a little bite Or hold it though the night How Can People describe it? How can words fit? The Warmth you feel in side Of glowing joy and pride Talking about love is like dancing about design There's no point, no fitting line With out love we are broken cargo A blow just too low We are incomplete, unsatisfied Paint waiting to be dried A movie cut short A ship with out a port A painter with out inspiration A game with out speculation That why I want it so bad I want no pain to be had That's why people can't get enough of love songs A freedom that each one of us longs Well at least I do At least I do. The Triangle of Abuse She over cooked the dinner, Why can't she understand? I work all day for peanuts A nice dinner , too much to demand? I don't really want to hit her But I don't know what say Why can't she get it right? And do things my way? Why does he hurt me? I made a little mistake And why can't we talk All this pain it does make I know he's a good person Underneath a gentle touch So I am not going to leave Because I love him so very much Should I go help Mummy? Or should I leave her alone Daddy will get me to lie again That's she's just accident-prone Does this happen to every one? Do their parents fight the same? If so why doesn't some one stop him Make him stop the pain. |
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