I decided to go back and rewrite this...almost all of my poems on here are directed to my mother...i had so much anger and frustration...ive always felt that i had her to blame for everything...she recently died. I hate reading these...i feel like they are betraying her memory. How is it possible to spend so much of your energy wanting a person to get what theyh deserve and to realize their mistakes and then glorify them in death. I feel like a hipocrite. My writing used to free me, now i feel shut in, and as though i cant write anymore...I guess its just another thing she took away from me. So, enjoy my poems and let them touch you. I hope they mean more to you than they do to me.
Trisha
Trisha
- Last seen on Mar 3 12:22 AM. Member since December 17, 2005.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 21 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "lost".
- I am a 20 year old girl from Pennsylvania (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a hair stylist.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/berrybish
- I have 21 comments, 15 poems
My Poetry
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It starts with a kiss from his soft, perfect lips.
And leads to over whelming passion.30 lines, 2 comments, August 4, 2006. In Love -
I used to hate the feeling of being alone...
sitting and wishing for place to call home,27 lines, 1 comment, April 13, 2006. In Other
