AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) Runner's High (Poetry) A poem. [49 words]
Seasons Of Love, A Collection Jessica Barker
content="Mum, Jessica, Seasons Of Love, Purpose Of Life, No Life I Want To Life, Alcoholism, Mountains">
Mum, stop trying to rule my life
I have a life of my own now
You were always there for me
And still am when I need you
But I have to let go now
I need to spread my wings
You are not here, and yet
In my mind you remain
Every time I do something
I think of what you would do
Or say
I want to be like you but
I want to be an individual
I am torn in two
Will I ever be happy just being me
Jessica
Jessica was an innocent
She laughed and danced and sang
Life was full of promise
For life had just begun
But men took away this life
Their sickened brains confused her so
She was left a life of pain and sorrow
No more joy she will ever know
These men they raped and lied
And rumours spread about
So called friends call her names
And the men all whistle and cheer
But when Jessica slits her wrists
The innocence runs out
Seasons of Love (1)
In autumn our love will blossom
And winter our joy will know
Spring will bring us children
And summer will see them grow
The seasons of our love
Will change throughout the years
But our love will last forever
Of this you need not fear
Seasons of Love (2)
In autumn I met you
And our love blossomed so
You married me in winter
And since then joy I have known
Springtime brought us children
And summer saw them grow
In autumn they did leave our nest
And sadness we should know
The winter was dark and grey
Then in spring our love shone through
Summer saw our love grow stronger
And deepen with passing time
Throughout the seasons of our lives
Our love keeps us from growing old
Purpose of Life
Is there a purpose to life?
What are we all trying to achieve?
If we die at twenty happy
Is that better than dying at eighty unhappy?
We all strive to live a long life
But is that the ultimate goal?
Maybe it is better to die young
And lifes darkest sorrows never know
Twenty seems so young though
And I do believe
That life gets a hell of a lot better
Once to the depths of despair you have been
So maybe a long life
Is what we want to achieve
If anyone has the answer
Can you please tell me
No Life I Want To Live
Black, bleak, no life I want to live
I pray you help me find a way
To end this life of drink
Black, bleak, no life I want to live
Suicidal thoughts invade my head
Nothing else I can think
Black, bleak, no life I want to live
If only I could end this life
But help you do not give
Black, bleak, no life I want to live
The drink will kill me eventually
Then your help I will not seek
Black, bleak, no life I want to live
Theres no way out, I want to die
My throat a knife will slit
Alcoholism
He reaches for the bottle
Just one more drink hell have
Ah, it slides on down
That felt good; he cant stop now
The bottle has him possessed.
This time it will be different
This time he will be kind
But then the alcohol takes control
And he moves into the sublime
His fist it comes crashing down
Her face receives the blow
By morning she will be dead
And no-one will ever know
The hurt, the fear, the hate she felt
The life of terror she lived
And how will he numb the pain?
And dull the ache of the life he has left to live?
Another sip, another drink, another bottle gone
Another alcoholic lives
Mountains
Snow
Ice Mist
Wind and Cold
Fingers numb, face exposed
Raining one minute, sunny the next
To climb to the peak is not to regret
For what can be found is a view that is rare
You can feel close to heaven and pure is the air
Breathe in deeply; stretch your arms out wide; on top of a mountain you will find
A special place you can behold and a feeling of peace that remains untold
(This poem should be centered so it is in the shape of a mountain)
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