Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read Contests Groups Learn Forums Store Help
 

ExtremePoetess tmpShow poetry

I'd love to hear from any of my AP friends so if you'd like you can write me at the following address:


               Evelyn Jensen
            38 B Choctaw Road
            Eglin AFB, FL 32542

and my other AP name on here is:

allpoetry.com/poets/MommyToBe

One of my sisters whom I lived by in Oklahoma is:


allpoetry.com/poets/XDarkSilenceX

Skin
(Doug Johnson/Joe Henry)
Rascal Flatts

Sara Beth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell
And the bruise just won't go away

So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine
Till the nurse with the smile stands in the door
And says will you please come with me

Sara Beth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white, something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you

Six chances in ten, it won't come back again
With the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved, it's the strongest there is
And I think that we caught it in time
And Sara Beth closes her eyes.

And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair

Sara Beth is scared to death
As she sits holding her mom
Cause it would be a mistake for someone to take
A bald headed girl to the prom

For just this morning, right here on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
And Sara Beth closes her eyes

And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair

It's quarter to seven, that boy's at the door
And her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap
They all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had all been
Softly she touches just skin

And they go dancing, around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared





Who You'd Be Today
Kenny Chesney

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
Wear the pain like a heavy coat
I feel you everywhere I go
See your smile, I see your face
I hear you laughing in the rain
Still can't believe your gone

(Chorus
It ain't fair you died to young
Like a story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowing, no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today

Would you see the world
Would you chase your dreams
Settle down with a family
I wonder what would you name your babies
Someday's the sky's so blue
I feel like I can talk to you
And I know it might sound crazy

(Chorus)

Today [3x]
Today [3x]

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
The only thing that gives me hope
Is I know, I'll see you again someday

Someday, someday





WELCOME TO MY LIFE
SIMPLE PLAN

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
And no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me...

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside your bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me...

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
No one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work
It was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life










DREAMINGMOON sent an IM out that I recieved today that I feel is the best thing I have ever in my life read. It is also one of the truest things, I hope you'll take the time to read this and stop by her page at allpoetry.com/DREAMINGMOON and tell her what you think of it. It is amazing in my point of view.

HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*










I just thought I'd share my wonderful news with my AP family and friends!  On November 21st, I met a wonderful man named Anthony Lee Ryan Jensen, and on December 1st 2005 at approxamatly 10:26 AM Florida time, we got married! Yes I know, less than a month? This was a love at first site kinda thing... It happened automatically...

WE JUST FOUND OUT WE ARE PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



May a thought never again be abandoned by a soul so quick to judge...
       --Evie



My Favourite Bands:

Dimmu Borgir
Killswitch Engage
All That Remains
System Of A Down
Slipknot
Mudvayne
Chevelle
As I lay Dying
Shadows Fall
Jacknife
Unearth
The Black Dahlia Murder
Metallica
Static-X
Cradle Of Filth
Meshuggah
Jag Panzer
Slayer
Iron Maiden
Judas Priest
Yob
Damageplan
Mastodon
Anthrax
Fear Factory
Black Label Society
Dying Fetus
Megadeth
Children Of Bodom
Bloodsimple
Type O Negative
Vader
Fates Warning
Spineshank
Metal Church
White Zombie
Rob Zombie
Skinlab
Testament
Iced Earth
Pantera
Scum Of The Earth
Emperor
Immortal
Sevendust
In Flames
Probot
100 Demons
Arch Enemy
Hypocrisy
Brand New Sin
Lizzy Borden
Soilwork
Impious
Amon Amarth
Opeth
Six Feet Under
Motograter
Daysend
Engine
Nevermore
Motörhead
Time In Malta
Black Sabath
Rammstein
P.O.D.
Grade 8
Merciful Fate
Overkill
Halford
Prong
Accept
Manowar
Biohazard
W.A.S.P.
Bruce Dickenson
Krisiun
Helloween
Napalm Death
Borknagar
HammerFall
Evenged Sevenfold
Audioslave
Disturbed
Shinedown
10 Years
Korn
Nine Inch Nails
Nickelback
Staind
Crossfade
Trapt
Hinder
Foo Fighters
3 Doors Down
Seether
Velvet Revolver
Earshot
Incubus
H.I.M.
Puddle Of Mudd
Porcupine Tree
Theory Of A Deadman
The Exit
Jimmy Eat World
Hoobastank
AC/DC
Gunz N Roses
Institute
Tool
Linkin Park
Cold
Submersed
Three Days Grace
The Darkness
Godsmack
Scott Stapp
Van Halen
Soundgarden
Thousand Foot Krutch
Ill Niño
Bush
Jet
Breaking Benjamin
A Perfect Circle
Fall Out Boy
Coheed & Cambria
Ra
Saliva
Stone Temple Pilots
Lostprophets
Pearl Jam
12 Stones
Alter Bridge
Dropping Daylight
Alice In Chains
Dark New Day
Evil Engine #9
Taproot
The Offspring
CKY
Breaking Point
Filter
Led Zeppelin
Faith No More
Collective Soul
Nonpoint
Living Things
Muse
Thrice
Dope
Egypt Central
Candlebox
Intangible
Nirvana
Green Day
The Prom Kings
Future Leaders Of The World
Rage Against The Machine
Aerosmith
Scorpions
Marilyn Manson
Lenny Kravitz
Deftones
Motley Crue
Soil
Silverchair
Ozzy Osbourne
American Head Charge
Life Of Agony
Disciple
American Minor
Stabbing Westward
The Cult
No Address
Forty Deuce
Presence
Buckethead
The Casanovas
Seven Mary Three
INXS
Five Speed
Silvertide
Yellowcard
Default
Tommy Lee
Red Hot Chili Peppers
My Chemical Romance
Bomb Child
Five Bolt Main
Deadbolt Zen
Queens Of The Stone Age
Papa Roach
The Exies
Kiss
The Bloody Stools
Thrash
Ghost Town
Deep Purple


I know there are alot of them, but I just couldn't choose a few of them to put on here... I couldn't decide which were my favourites... They're all so damn good! NE Ways, C ya l8r!

My Stories

  • I had dreams of playing with her on the playground... Her sweet little smile, her laughter in the wind... I can still feel her little hand wrapped around my fore finger as we w
    403 lines, 29 comments, April 11, 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Teens seek adult and parental guidance to help them to understand the things that are happening to them, whether it is physical or emotional.  But most teens either have p
    904 lines, 14 comments, November 30, 2004. In <200 lines, Depression
  • Four days before the prom:
    You ask me if I'm here, well yes and no... maybe physically, but mentally I'm somewhere else.  My mind travels from place to place like: Why
    353 lines, 6 comments, November 5, 2004. In <200 lines, Depression

Visitor Book

Subject: