Afflicted• Show poetry

I never know where to start on things like these.
~*~Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain~*~
I'm here, sharing my poetry, because i owe this to a friend, he know's who he is :-)
I don't need to say much about it, it says everything it needs to.
None of these poems are really my *recent* work, seeing as most of them date from sept last year and earlier. And the ones that all have the date 09/09/04, i'm not sure when i wrote them, it was some time between may and sept last year. I don't self-inflict pain. I don't need to. Writing is my refuge. I write what's on my mind, whether it's what a friend is feeling, or the look of a stranger. I express what i would feel if i was in their shoes. It's hard to explain. I'm working on poems slowly now, with college i find it hard to sit down when i'm depressed (or whatever) and write. Maybe i'm losing my touch. I've been working on short stories, like, The Naked Geek, Somenights, Did i ever tell you i'm afraid of the dark? , Souless, and i'm currently (slowly) working on Bitter sweet love. They aren't all that long, about 30 pages (word document) long...
So that was about my work...
About me...
I'm *Steph* :-)
Aquarius. I enjoy surfing the net, making websites, flash. I like art a lot, contemporary, and photography, especially black and white.
Things that make me happy ... Chocolate, kisses, my friends :-) and travelling (mainly back to the UK!)
Depression, homophobia, fakes and users get on my nerves!
I don't smoke, and drink occasionally, smirnoff or vodka shots :-).
I'm about 5 ft7, slim, long brown-ish hair.

In my own words:

*Guess my smile isn't hiding my tears today, and everyone is asking me 'what happened'. They all want to know 'why i am having a bad day'. Well nothing happened today...it was just a day...an ordinary day...preceded by 16 bad years.*

Meaning of life:

*I've learned, the hard way, that some poems dont rhyme, and some stories dont have a clear beginning, middle, or end, life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next.*

~ Prom Night ~  (See my favourite poem for author...)
Prom Night I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom,
but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom,
and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom,
and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave
Someone should have told him, Mom,
not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom,
before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
so why am I the one to die?