Poetry by Shawna Whalen (uplifting book club books .TXT) 📖

Satified

You say all these little things,
But they mean a lot to me

.
I didn't believe what was happening,
Until that moment you left.
Two weeks passed and, all I could hear
Was your name, it was echoing in my head.
When you were gone, I wept and wept.
I could not sleep.
I could not dream.
Everyday that passed, I swore I saw you,
Awaiting me at my locker.
And then I opened my eyes.
"You're really gone," I thought, "Forever."
And I'll NEVER

be able to tell you,
How I really felt, feel, and will always feel.
You returned for sometime, I was ecstatic.
When I first saw you, I screamed with joy.
I didn't get a hug at first, when I did,
I was satisfied with glee.
There was little time left that we had.
The year was nearly over by the
Time we got back to normal.
The final day has come and gone,
And you went with it.
Now, I am back in this room,
Without you.
The room is silent without your
Laugh, your smile and your eyes.
I am no longer satisfied.
We no longer speak, maybe for the best.
But my heartaches of the memories,
In my chest.

No More Pain

I could not stop,
I could not stare.
You are no longer here.
I wish, I pray that you might
Come back just once.
And I could finally speak.
But that day will never come.
Why?
We do not speak, and
I do not have courage.
I miss your smile.
I miss your eyes.
I miss that laughter in my cries.
I've come to a conclusion in all of this.
I will shed tears no more,
I will speak your name no more.
I will forget you forever.

Truth & Lies

The truth is told, and we don't believe it.
The lies are cold, and that's how we see it.
I dare you to care.
I dare you to tear.
You only believe the lies,
Because you don't look in my eyes.
If I told you the truth,
Would you be happy?
Life is unexpected, we know this.
We learn to love, and live and kiss.
I'll tell you what's wrong,
You left me and I'm no Kong.
I am not strong, no.
And I cannot control my emotions.
You left me here all alone,
And I will not survive.
'You're emotions don't control you.'
Oh, but they do, because of you.
I tried to tell you, but my voice was dry.
Now a year has come and gone,
But you will not return.
I still want to tell you the truth,
But would you even care to listen?
I have shed my last tear, and
Will not remember your voice anymore.


Soft, Sweet Suicide

There's a soft, sweet whisper in the wind.
It sings to me gently, just around the bend.
I hear your name and sing sweetly.
I see you face and sigh contently.
I touch your arm and feel the great warmth.
Suddenly you are gone, and I am alone.
As I run toward your memory, it slowly
Slips through the cracks.
Screaming your name, my throat is dry.
I pick up something long and sharp, an axe.
And plunge it into my heart.
Because, if I can't have you, I'll die.
This was a soft, sweet suicide.


Confessions

It's confession time,
Can I tell you how much
That I wish you were mine?
There was this weight, and
I felt it was crushing me.
Pulling down, pulling me
closer toward you. You had
This essence, that would make
Me want to always be with and around you.
When you left, a part of me died,
Without your beautiful ora.
I feel this aching, deep
Into my core. I cannot
Help but hurt so much as you are gone.
But I have one and only one wish.
And that wish would be to tell you that
I love you.


Pain

Sometimes it hurts,
To reminise the memories.
It pains me even more to think
About my unshared and uncared feelings for you.
But then I slip and start to wonder,
If you ever felt the same.
I know in my heart, that wouldn't be possible.
Which hurts me more than ever.
Is it really better to 'love but never
Be loved'? I feel this doubt.
I promised myself that I would never
Cry again for you.
I promised I would not think of you.
That smile. That laugh. And those eyes.
Those deep, green livefilled eyes.
I promised I would never love again,
It hurts too much.
The pain is entrusive, but enriching.
Masochistic for love, that will never be
Achieved from you.
The pain will always remain and continue,
But never be healed.


A Year Ago

A year ago, I met you.
A year ago, I liked you.
A year ago today, I fell in love with you.
We became best friends but then you left.
When you were gone I was devestated, I
Didnt sleep nor did I dream.
You were gone for 2 weeks and not a word.
Although one day, I heard your voice, but
On the phone for only a few seconds.
I saw you awaiting me at my locker, only
It wasn't you, just my imagination.
When I finally realized you would never
Coming back, I woke up and forgot you.
But little did I realize you were coming back
And I was estatic. I screamed and yelled
'Yippee!' when I knew. That day I saw you,
I wanted to tackle you. The day went on as
Normal then I got my hug. For the next few
Weeks we were closer than ever. But we
Didn't have much time. Before we knew it,
The school year was over and you were
Going back to Middlebury.
And that was that.
Not a single word said since then, and I still
Miss your incredible eyes, sensitive smile
And your laugh. Oh, your laugh always
Filled my days with joy.
But that was a year ago and I will never
Hear your voice, gaze in your eyes or enjoy
The sweet sound of your laughter.
A year ago I loved you.
A year ago I lost you.
I cannot and did not tell you my feelings
Only because of my lack of courage.
Even now I doubt my courage but I wish
That I had told you about my feelings.
I miss you, I miss you.
I'll celebrate this day of my feelings for you.
Because it was the day that I fell for you.


Twenty-Seven[27]

As the rain pours she is drowing.
Drowing in her own lies.
She sits there, waiting for the storm.
Covered in black, and dripping wet.
As she squints through the rain,
She spots him across the road.
Her heart pounds thud, thud against
Her broken chest.
He looks at her and asks "Why?"
She shouts incoherently, but mumbles
"Because I love you."
He shakes his head and turns around.
She stands and screams, "I'm sorry!"
His head falls and he turns.
As he starts to cross, she screams.
She stares at his lifeless body.
Dead in the street, she drops to her knees
And covers her face with her cold, wet hands.
The tears flow, but are unseen.
The rain pours on, as does his blood.
She is crippled on the pavement.
It flows toward her and she is confused,
Crawling to him she spots a knife, held
In his left hand.
Hands are shaking, she takes the knife.
Under his clothes were blood spots,
Unseen before.
27 stab wounds to his body.
27 stab wounds her her heart.


Torture

Gasping for air, she cannot breathe.
Striking the sky, crippled hands.
She finds no one.
Emptiness fills her.
Nothingness holds her.
Foot steps approaching, gasping still.
Dark chuckles fill the silence.
Her heart is pounding, fast with scarce.
Shadows cover her face.
He kicks her, breaking ribs.
Laughing ominously, he grabs a saw.
Gasping louder with pain and terrified.
The chains hold her down: neck, ankles, wrists.
One by one, the limbs go.
Laughing, screaming, gasping, chokings.
Silence.


Tracy

She hides her beauty.
She hides her pain.
For all we know, she could be insane.
We'll all call her a 'cutie'
But that is not true, no.
For she is absolutely pure beauty.
Small and mighty she may be,
For we only cannot see
Deep inside her, lies a tiger.
As fierce as she is,
She beats kids.
Pain is all she knows and feels,
Because she fears all else, to her heels.
Her hidden dark eyes hold the truth.
Her lips, full of lust and love
She cannot find, no.
She does not believe in herself, for I do.
I see the pain, I see the hurt.
Behind to those eyes is something more, I know.
Because of the pain,
She cannot be tamed.
For she is wild and unkempt,
I beg you not to touch
For she will only tempt.
A temptress she is not, but could be.
But never in her life shall she see.
Frozen in her capsule,
Never to be free.
Too many tears have fallen
From this young girls face.
This is not a sad story case
For she is my friend.
My best friend.
Secret jokes and inside sayings we ponder,
And when she laughs, we wonder.
Her laugh has joy,
But her smile hides pain.
"Do not play with me boy,
For I am Tracy, the great dame."
She can hold your hand,
But break your heart.
Most days she is fine,
But I dare you not to call her "Mine."
She may be small
For she is deadly.
Broken by love,
Broken by death.
For she has seen both and does not regret.
Tracy is stronger than all.
Tracy is fiercer than the small.
She does not know it,
Because we do not show it.
For we envy you, Tracy.
Not just your beauty, but you.
Infectious laugh,
Infectious smile.
She can take your heart and run a mile.
As I speak of her power,
She may seem monstrous, that she is not.
For she is a beautiful ungrown flower,
Still sitting deep in the soil of a pot.
For I can only speak of what I know,
Because she does not show all.
Tracy is brave,
For she does not live her life in a cave.
Unaware of the effect of her beauty,
She wonders around, lost.
Brash and hopeful to find happiness,
She only finds tears.
But what she does not realize,
She has happiness, but won't open her eyes.
Tracy, listen to me when I say this,
You are no one's prize, but only in your eyes.
For those eyes hold one's heart and only one.
To those who search Tracy's love,
She won't wear it on her glove.
Tracy is beautiful.
Tracy is fierce.
Tracy is...life.
For she is uncertain of all,
She will not fall.
Tracy is loved, but unhappy.
Pain will not be the only thing this girl will feel,
For we all will make her happiness real.


Jackiie

Calm, cool and collected, she is not.
She is short and pretty, yes.
Red fire hair, blue eyes that will engulf you.
You will fall under her spell and be hers forever.
She can make you smile.
She can make you cry.
If you look into her eyes, for you will surely die.
I do not say mean things, Jackiie is not a monster.
For she is beautiful with everything about her.
She looks small and cute, but not fluffy.
Try to