Crystal's Poetry

ok i don't know if you get points for this but my poems are just that, poems on a feeling or event in my life so not about twlight, oh i'm in alice houce just FYI.
hey there are 4



A bundle of joy.

A bundle of joy spoke today,
She is my world.
She looked into my eyes
And said “mommy”

A bundle of joy walked today
From the wall to my arms
She laughed, I cried,
A tear down my cheek

A bundle of joy when to school today
She hugged me.
Then got on the bus.
I waved good-bye.

A bundle of joy grew up so fast today.
She yelled at me.
So I did what I had to do.
I grounded my girl.

A bundle of joy asked a question today,
“Mommy, where’s Daddy?”
I took her by the hand and told her the truth,
“He died in a plane crash many years ago.”







My First Love

It started out with hello,
And a statement of the sun.
We spent all day together,
And found someone to love.

Two months of sweet dating,
And then sometime apart.
Two months of jealousy,
And we knew we were done.

A month of crying, wishing, praying,
That you would change your mind.
Eight months of grief, guilt, and pain,
And I knew that I was done.

We never lost each other,
And we are still great friends.
Two years I have now known you,
You have become my best friend.

I’ve come to realize,
That I will never let you go.
I will always be here for you,
Because you were my first love.





A Pathway

I walk through the bright light, I’ve known since childhood.
I see all things familiar, but then darkness creeps under me.
I grow, passing my childhood, on to adolescence.
The hazy path I’m on is not so bright at all.

I’m here,
Alive, in a bright space.
A light above
Darkness dwelling below,
Shadows in between.
The path splits into many.

One straight ahead
I see a field, a funeral
Mother!
Umbrella in hand, she is lost in a sea of black.
There is the priest and Sister, she’s crying.
I try to yell to tell her I’m here.
But I see the stone, my name written upon it, so I turn.

I look to my right
the path is longer, I’m alive
but I’m not the same
Dressed in black, no one surrounds me.
My eyes are dark, my face a pale white.
I stand in a dark room with tables and chairs,
and wood along the floor.
I write fiercely,
A letter to Brother, but there is no envelope.
I walk out the room and through the streets
and come to the same field.
I watch myself put the letter down.
At Brother’s tome.

I look to my left,
The same dark field!
My eyes must be deceiving me,
Brother is there, but Sister is not.
How can this be?
How can I chose a path of either Sister, Brother, or me?

A wicked laugh cackles behind me,
I must chose fast, but how?
I panic
A light flickers, light dark light dark
I don’t know where to turn.
The laugh comes closer and closer,
A darkness creeps up,
I must choose, but can’t.

I must hurry, or he’ll find me,
He’ll make me go back,
Back to the dark rooms and fake smiles.
Jump, says the voice in my head
I jump off the path, into darkness.
I fall further and further
Deeper and deeper.
The darkness consumes me.

I see no light,
No way out.
I become the thing I hate most.
I become the forgotten being,
She who no longer laughs or smiles,
But goes through the motions every day.

Sadness fills the insides of my shell.
Tears form behind my eyes.
I try to hold back, to hold my emotions,
But I can’t conceal it anymore.
I yell, shriek, throw chairs against the walls.
this was not the path I wanted to chose.
Just the one I fell on.





When I Need You The Most

I never know if you will be there.
I never know if you will hold my hand.
I never know if you feel my tears,
When I cry.

You have this way of skipped out.
I have no reason to believe.
That you will be here for me,
When I need you the most.

It’s hard to have faith in you ,
When I have not heard from you,
And have not felt you,
Have not even had a call,
And I need you the most.

I want you to know that
I’m still in this dark cold room
Just waiting for your call
At 12 A.M.



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yes.
i like them alot.

good job.