Poems

Friendship Turns

What are friends?
Friends are the thing
that get you up every morning
Whithout friends
You wouldnt be able
To tell them your darkest secrets

There comes a time
When friendship becomes questionable

Should you stay good friends
Or each part different ways?
Friendship is like a fork in the road;
Your friend goes one way,
You go the other.
It hurts when you split up,
You wish there was an easier way
But there isn't.

To end a friendship
Is like chipping a piece of your heart away.
You have tried so hard to make it work
But youve just given up hope.
You ask yourself
If youl ever have another true friend?
You try and try
To find another true friend
One day or another
You will find that friend
And you will be friends for life.

You never know
They might be right under your nose.
All i have to say is
Pick your friends carefully,
So you have them as
Your friends for life.

-Angel Bair

How I See Things

There is a girl that wakes up every day and looks into her mirror
But she does not see what i do,
What she sees she fears,
She sees a person living in a shadow
The shadow of her opposite,
She doesnt see what i do,
She sees a harsh crude face
She sees her face, compared to a face thats empty and hollow
This face is close but not hers
Its a face she is expected to follow
She does not see what i do
This person she sees, reflected in her eyes,
Is a person that is crude and rude and not at all a prize
She does not see what i do.
She compares herself to a member of her own
A person that lives quite close,
A person that is all shes not and it is that for which im proud.
She doesnt see what i do.
She doesnt see the smile, the humor thats inside
When i see her, i see all of gods embrace,
The beauty and style all within her face,
Her thoughts and stories like little poems,
When im with out her i feel all alone.
But she does not see herself as do i.

~Anonymous~

Us

We get stares
we get looks
all the preppies with their books
They think we're weird
but wwe're not the.
We're the same as them
just a little different.
they think we sound strange,
all the nick names we call each other.
they call us a group of outcasts
but, hey, we have fun.
We.re not freaks,
just a little freaky
if you want to make fun of us
Go Ahead. We sort of like the attention.

~Anonymous~

Ignorance

A loss of this denial would be akin to a loss of life blood:
Screaming for a point to manifest itself to us
Crying for the perpetual illusion to remain
We can pretend that a future will be static
Build artificially feasible dreams
And feign surprise when the scaffold collapses around us

A loss of this denial would be akin to a loss of life blood:
Racing toward the mirage on the wings of an oasis pretense
Nailing our wrists to the crosses of fate
We can hide behind tumultuous drama
Shrinking in the light of reality
Until we burst violent into the fire of truth.

~ © Kathleen Whitman 2001 © ~

Its Not Your Looks!

You thinks its funny
that i like you.
I dont understand why.
You talk about your ears.
But it is those things
I like about you
And the way you make
me smile when i am
down.
It is not because of the
way you look.
It is the way you treat me
And the way you make me
feel.

~Anonymous~


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		Friendship Turns What are friends? Friends are the thing that get you up every morning Whithout friends You wouldnt be able To tell them your darkest secrets There comes a time When friendship becomes questionable Should you stay good friends Or each part different ways? Friendship is like a fork in the road; Your friend goes one way, You go the other. It hurts when you split up, You wish there was an easier way But there isn't. To end a friendship Is like chipping a piece of your heart away. You have tried so hard to make it work But youve just given up hope. You ask yourself If youl ever have another true friend? You try and try To find another true friend One day or another You will find that friend And you will be friends for life. You never know They might be right under your nose. All i have to say is Pick your friends carefully, So you have them as Your friends for life. -Angel Bair How I See Things There is a girl that wakes up every day and looks into her mirror But she does not see what i do, What she sees she fears, She sees a person living in a shadow The shadow of her opposite, She doesnt see what i do, She sees a harsh crude face She sees her face, compared to a face thats empty and hollow This face is close but not hers Its a face she is expected to follow She does not see what i do This person she sees, reflected in her eyes, Is a person that is crude and rude and not at all a prize She does not see what i do. She compares herself to a member of her own A person that lives quite close, A person that is all shes not and it is that for which im proud. She doesnt see what i do. She doesnt see the smile, the humor thats inside When i see her, i see all of gods embrace, The beauty and style all within her face, Her thoughts and stories like little poems, When im with out her i feel all alone. But she does not see herself as do i. ~Anonymous~ Us We get stares we get looks all the preppies with their books They think we're weird but wwe're not the. We're the same as them just a little different. they think we sound strange, all the nick names we call each other. they call us a group of outcasts but, hey, we have fun. We.re not freaks, just a little freaky if you want to make fun of us Go Ahead. We sort of like the attention. ~Anonymous~ Ignorance A loss of this denial would be akin to a loss of life blood: Screaming for a point to manifest itself to us Crying for the perpetual illusion to remain We can pretend that a future will be static Build artificially feasible dreams And feign surprise when the scaffold collapses around us A loss of this denial would be akin to a loss of life blood: Racing toward the mirage on the wings of an oasis pretense Nailing our wrists to the crosses of fate We can hide behind tumultuous drama Shrinking in the light of reality Until we burst violent into the fire of truth. ~ © Kathleen Whitman 2001 © ~ Its Not Your Looks! You thinks its funny that i like you. I dont understand why. You talk about your ears. But it is those things I like about you And the way you make me smile when i am down. It is not because of the way you look. It is the way you treat me And the way you make me feel. ~Anonymous~