by amandaxcullen » Tue Nov 18, 2008 11:06 pm
This poem is dedicated to my best friend which you will catch onto quickly, we went to school together since pre-school and we had to go to different high schools, it broke my heart. It makes me cry everytime I read it.
Don Quixote Was a Steel Driving Man
This is for Anna, my friend and most of my heart
To remind her we'll always be friends, even if apart.
Thinking about yesterday and everything it holds
All our memories, remembered. And our secrets, untold.
This is for Anna, my partner, my other half
To remind her of the times we cried, worried, and laughed.
The reason why I wake up, and make it through the day.
The biggest influence in my life, and I was hoping she would stay.
This is for Anna, who knows me better then anyone.
To remind her that our friendship will never officially be done.
When she's in my life it sends me soaring,
But now that she's not, I'm a lil' more cold and boring.
Amanda and Anna was how it always used to be,
But now that you're leaving, it's only gonna be me.
Don't forget anything I taught you, sometimes life and even boys.
And I wont forget the days we had, the laughter and the joys.
They say life is unexspecting, and this I already knew,
But whoda thunk in a million years, I, had to lose YOU.
This is for Anna, my friend and most of my heart.
To remind her we'll always be friends, even if apart.
Remember all our inside jokes and how long we were together,
And never forget, we'll always be, best friends forever.
This one was about a dream I had of getting raped, yeah, not a happy dream..
datestory
darkened hallway, open doorframe
genuine smile, & as a boy sang
I settled on my chair, accepted the drink
that would later make me forget to think.
dim the lights, turn the volume down low
whatever could've made me think so?
and as the liquor poisoned me,
I watched the world get up and leave.
torrents of laughter, blurred vision.
I stumble over something as i head to the kitchen.
following me, gentle hands at my waist.
holding me up, just in case.
I turned so fast, i forgot who i was.
and our lips met up like a deal for drugs.
eyes fell shut and we both forgot to care.
that we were risking it all on a stupid dare.
prove me wrong, inside my head,
where's my shirt? on comes the dread.
I remember the pain that drew the blood.
I remember my actions, dragging my face in the mud.
the mark on my breast where his mouth carressed...
I hold that spot, I don't want to confess
that i'm scared i've ruined it all with my stupid lust.
somehow i know, we all do what we must.
I cried on the way home, akward and alone.
I had to ask him what happened. i didn't even know.
last night was so blurry, i don't remember his face.
I later found my panties in my purse -- the ones with the lace.
now i sit here and worry, fingernails bitten.
is there even a chance he could still be smitten?
hating this empty insecurity in my chest,
I find that i can't sleep, and i have no rest.
now my dignity's been stolen by my own passionate mistake.
who could've known it would turn out to be more than just a date?
and actually today I had to write a poem about Japaneese internment camps and I decided to do a Hiku
United we stand.
Our Japaneese ansestry,
United we fall.
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