No one
In world with no one
You cannot hate,
Yet never be loved.
You’ll never get angry,
Or ever get a hug.
You’ll never fail,
Yet never succeed;
You’re always trapped,
And always set free.
Because in world with no one:
There’s no one at all
Not even you and me.
-Chantelle A. G.
Background Noise
Everything keeps making noise.
It won’t stop.
It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.
Coming from behind:
It grabs and wraps me in its sound,
Echoing and blasting all around;
It slowly takes and breaks me.
It won’t stop.
It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.
Everything keeps making noise.
I try to catch it; to adjust the sound,
But I can’t reach the volume!
It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.
It won’t stop.
Everything behind me explodes with sound.
I try and try to turn it down,
But I can’t reach the past
I can’t reach that blast
Of noise,
That comes from behind.
Everything keeps making noise.
Everything keeps making noise.
-Chantelle A.G.
Broken
Broken
Is what I am.
All the years that I have
Cried my tears
Over my pathetic fears
Has left me
Broken.
My head and heart ache
For you
The one who left me
Broken.
-Chantelle A.G.
Perfect Pictures
Paint me a picture.
Make it black,
Or make it white;
But before you
Give it a title and a frame
Be sure
To make it real.
Add my pain,
And my hate.
Add the world’s misfortune,
And all the evil pleasures.
Now let it be finished
Call it Life, and it will be
Anything but perfect.
-Chantelle A.G.
Privacy
Can’t you let me be?
I want to be alone,
To close my eyes; and
Lock myself up deep inside.
You won’t give me any privacy
You’re always there;
Nagging and
Controlling me.
(Chorus)
I stand up tall.
I open my eyes.
I walk behind you in one strait line;
I say the words that you tell me to:
In hopes that someday you’ll
Give me back my
Privacy.
Can’t you let me be?
I want to be alone,
To close my eyes; and
Lock myself up deep inside.
I want to just be on my own.
Can’t tell you how much it hurts;
To never be alone.
To not be free or have any
Privacy.
(Chorus)
I stand up tall.
I open my eyes.
I walk behind you in one strait line;
I say the words that you tell me to:
In hopes that someday you’ll
Give me back my
Privacy.
Can’t you let me be?
Privacy!
(Chorus)
I stand up tall.
I open my eyes.
I walk behind in one strait line;
I say the words that you tell me to:
In hopes that someday you’ll
Give me back my
Privacy.
-Chantelle A.G.
An end to disaster
Wish I was dead.
Unfortunate I’m not.
I used to smile;
But now my teeth have rot.
You think you’re oh so sweet,
But I know the real truth.
I claimed we were over yesterday,
And that’s the way it will forever stay.
-Chantelle A.G.
My Fear of You
I fear every year;
That you will reappear,
Causing only more tears.
I’m left so anxious,
Because you were so heartless.
Bounding me down,
You threw me on the ground.
Creating madness.
Engaging me in sadness.
And leaving me with nothing
But fear.
-Chantelle A.G.
A Teenage Tragedy
Cell phone numbers, Fancy cars,
Baby tees, and Baggy jeans.
The teenage population
Has become nothing more
Then an imitation,
Of what shouldn’t be.
It started out
As a fun little mission.
But has become nothing more,
Then an annoying tradition.
Of drinking beer, and joining gangs
Cheering and playing in football games.
Smoking pot, failing class, and speeding
Way too fast.
It has come too far.
The chain can’t be broken
On and on it goes; throwing failures
Into the next generation.
-Chantelle A.G.
I write this poem because!
I write this poem because:
I have nothing else to do.
I write this poem because:
Lately I’ve been thinking of you.
I write this poem because:
For some reason you’ve been on my mind
I write this poem because:
I fear I’m starting to fall behind
I write this poem because:
My last may have been untrue.
I write this poem because:
I might start to do the things I use to.
I write this poem because:
Once I was fixed…not so broken
I write this poem because:
You’re my friend; a lucky token.
-Chantelle A.G.
A Desperate Death
I’m thirsty for your kiss.
I’m weeping for you sweet bliss.
I have nothing to offer you;
Nothing to give.
I only have love,
But that isn’t enough.
I will sit here
Pouring my self out to you!
And when your laughter leaves me dry,
I will wither up and die.
-Chantelle A.G.
When roses die
My petals match your blood
My thorns match your love
My tears match your lies
Who says roses can’t cry?
-Chantelle A. G.
Monday, January 7, 2008
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