Topic: Trina's Poems **Hard to say goodbye + Magazine Perfection**

[I-am-@ddicted]

Simply Being You.

Standing here we wonder, what it is that we should do;
Our worlds came crashing round our feet,
The day that we lost you.
We have begun to notice the impact that you had;
On us your friends and family,
For we are all left sad.
Memories we share with you can never be replaced;
Neither can the eyes and smile,
That laid upon your face.
The day we said goodbye to you, was the day we knew;
That we lost someone rare and great,
For simply being you.


Being British.

What does it mean to be British?
Is it her Majesty and her royal way;
Or is it our history that we proudly display,
To show British achievements day by day.
Or maybe its the chippie at the end of the road;
The nice steaming cuppa for when you get home,
The Beatles or Eastenders that we have to show,
That make us all British and proud to be so.
Is it the people the down to earth type;
Or the variety that show just what we are like,
The Union Jack with its colours and stripes,
To support our own country at the right times.
Maybe its the endless rain and never no sun;
The overcast skies that make us look glum,
Or even with our weather we are still having fun,
Whatever it is ... I'm proud to be one.


Note From an Angel.

I watch you go about your life
Like part of you is missing
And your visible torture hurts me
And all i can do is keep on wishing

I see what the future holds
For you it will be bright
You will go on and do great things
And onwards you Will fight

Because although i cannot be there
I am always by your side
You may not always feel me
But its like i never died.


Suppressed

How can i be expressive
When people around me are Suppressive
Forcing me into a deeper depressive
State of mind.


This man

He was there when i was born;
This man, mum and me
His been there ever since,
His part of my family tree.

He is not of much use
He brings in the money
But without him there
My days would not be as funny.

He taught me to swim
And how to ride my first bike
And everyone says
How we're so much a like.

This man is always there
Into my life he brings laughter
His fun and his great
And his known as my father.


Mum

For nine months i relied on her
As she prepared me for the world
I was dependant on her for a few years after
I was her first baby girl.

She helped me survive my first precious years.
I ask for help even now.
And when i go to her with my biggest fears
She seems to calm me somehow.

I don't think of her as only my mum
But also as my mate
I was born to her because she was the one,
To guild me through live, i believe it was fate.


Tear filled eyes

She looks through tear filled eyes,
At the world she once adored.
How did things turn so sour?
Why wasn't she reassured?

That things will turn out great,
She would be happy once again,
She will get all the top grades at school
And have all the luck with men.

If i knew i would have told her,
She means all the world to me.
My best friend and best is true!
How come i couldn't see?

But now she is up in heaven
Free of pain and lies.
And the ones she thought no longer loved her,
Are looking through tear filled eyes

Stereotyped

I'm stereotyped and afraid to break free
From somethin that for so long has been me,
But how long can a lie last?
I've been told the truth arises in time
But how long is time?
Isn't it everlasting?

So many things i yearn to experience
But this Stereotype has me imprisoned.
Why do i care what other think?
But thats it I'm scared of their thoughts
About me, are they true?
Will the truth hurt?

I won't pretend life has been bad
Its been good, excellent even.
But as i look back upon my life
It isn't me me living it!
The stereotyped me is, the one too scared
Of what others think

Sometimes i Wonder

Sometimes i wonder what life means
Sometimes i wonder what makes me me
Sometimes i wonder if there is a god
Sometimes i wonder if schools any good
And sometimes i wonder if I'll find the one
And then i look at you
And my searching is done

Those Kind of People

There are people, yes people,
people like me and you.
Who wear disguises,
Wear masks,
And hide what they do.
Those people hurt people just like themselves,
They suppress them, depress them
And mess with their health

[hyrpgmt]

wow....you write really really well!!

[I-am-@ddicted]

Thank you!!!!

[Thera]

wow....you write really really well!! 

i agree, you are a really great writer, i love "Simply Being You" and "Note From an Angel", you really have talent in writing

[I-am-@ddicted]

Its great that you noticed the 'Simply Being You' one because that is most special to me as I wrote it after my cousins death, so thank you.

Everyone I have shown loves the 'Note From An Angel' one! Thats cool!

[Thera]

Its great that you noticed the 'Simply Being You' one because that is most special to me as I wrote it after my cousins death, so thank you.

Everyone I have shown loves the 'Note From An Angel' one! Thats cool!

awwwwwww, i'm sorry that you lost your cousin, my blessings for you (idk how you say it when you feel sorry, but well i want to give you my blessings ) and you're welcome, anytime, it's timeless, yeah and that's cool that you want to show everyone love in the "Note From An Angel" one, i love it i love all your poems, also the one about your mom and about the man btw how old are ya? cuz you write fantastic poems btw did ya knew that i also write poems, it's in "Thera's Poems", sorry that i started about my poems in your topic but i really love your poems

[I-am-@ddicted]

haha I read your poems!!! Thats whats made me post mine!! Have you also done stories on here?? 
I am 15! What about you??
I will post more poems soon but I only write them when I'm inspired by something because like they only take me 5 minutes to write!! The longest one to write was 'Being British' and that took 10 minutes to write  Does it take you long to write yours??

[Thera]

haha I read your poems!!! Thats whats made me post mine!! Have you also done stories on here?? 
I am 15! What about you??
I will post more poems soon but I only write them when I'm inspired by something because like they only take me 5 minutes to write!! The longest one to write was 'Being British' and that took 10 minutes to write  Does it take you long to write yours??

"haha I read your poems!!!" < WOW, you read mine poems, thanks for reading them, do ya like them? "Thats whats made me post mine!!" < really? did i made you do that? WOW, i can't believe i made someone post poems, i feel honered, hehe "Have you also done stories on here??" < yeah, i have a fan fic on here called "Just Dreams Or Reality" "I am 15!" < that's young, you're an amazing writer for your age and i'm 19 "I will post more poems soon but I only write them when I'm inspired by something because like they only take me 5 minutes to write!!" < i understand that, i have got the same, i also need first inspiration, cuz when i have no inspiration, then i can't write and 5 minutes is fast, haha "The longest one to write was 'Being British' and that took 10 minutes to write  " < that's cool, i also like your poem "Being Britisch", so i guess your from the UK or not? And 10 minutes is a good time i think, but everyone takes it a diffrent time to write them and 5 to 10 minutes is yours, so that's cool "Does it take you long to write yours??" < uhm mine take about 5 till 15 minutes, depends on if it's a positive or negative one, negative ones take mostly longer, cuz they are harder and more emotional

[I-am-@ddicted]

Yeah I am from the UK!! In your poems you talk about someone from England!!
Yes your poems are really good!! I have just wrote on your poem page actually 
I thought you had wrote stories because I remember reading them!! They were good as well1! Your also an amazing writer... I'm not so good making stories but you can do both poems and stories!! clever! 

[Thera]

Yeah I am from the UK!! In your poems you talk about someone from England!!
Yes your poems are really good!! I have just wrote on your poem page actually 
I thought you had wrote stories because I remember reading them!! They were good as well1! Your also an amazing writer... I'm not so good making stories but you can do both poems and stories!! clever! 

cool that you're from the UK, i love UK people, they're so cool and nice "In your poems you talk about someone from England!!" < yeah, indeed i do a few times, cool that you noticed that "Yes your poems are really good!!" < awwwwwww, thanks for finding my poems really good, you really make me speechless "I have just wrote on your poem page actually  " < i just saw that, thanks and i wrote something back "I thought you had wrote stories because I remember reading them!!" < cool that ya remember reading them, thanks for reading my story btw "They were good as well!" < thanks for also finding them good, hehe, ya really start with making me speechless, haha "Your also an amazing writer" < thanks for calling me an amazing writer, you're also an amazing writer "I'm not so good making stories" < idk, maybe you are, you never know, lol "but you can do both poems and stories!!" < yeah, i think i can, since ya'll like them, haha, again thanks for liking them "clever!" < and why do ya find that clever? hahaha

[SuperNatural1901]

Your poems are great. I liked them alot my fav was "Note From An Angel"- great job keep it up.
~Mel

[I-am-@ddicted]

Ok this is the newest poem that I have just finished and its kind of like a poem telling a story!!

25th of the seventh 2005, I remember it well
That was the night my life turned to hell
Lying is bed unable to sleep
So talking to my sister trying to keep
An ear on what was being said down stairs
By my mum on the phone, which made me aware
That something was up, and after a while she entered the room
Said how my cousin was hurt, she?d have more info soon
After she left, I forgot about it
In my family you get so used to this s***
Two minutes later the phone rang again
My mother answered a second time, then
My dad said something and went out the door
I knew something was up but wasn?t quite sure
Then the phone rang for the third time
Somewhere a heart sank and I knew it was mine
My mum, aunt and cousin were downstairs just crying
And me and my sister were upstairs, both of us trying
To listen to what exactly was being said
But nothing could be heard from up in my bed
Then as if remembering us, she came up the steps
And nothing could have prepared me for what happened next
What started with an apparent knock to the head
Left me with a 23 year old cousin left dead
The call came while my father was out
He would reach the hospital wondering what the crying?s about
And when he was told, he was torn up inside
He had lost a close nephew and will be unable to hide
His extreme grieving, and all I could think
Was how we could loose someone as fast as a blink
An anorism was the cause of his death
His life taken from us, a crime known as theft
Although this wasn?t a crime, it was a thing known as fate
25th of the seventh 2005, I will always remember that date.

[Thera]

WOW, that's a deep poem, i really feel like i'm there, that must have been a horrible day for ya'll, i'm really sorry for your family and you, sorry for your loss *gives a huge hug* may i asked what has happend to your nephew? did he had a car accident or something? you don't have to tell, if you don't want to btw i find it a really good poem, ya can feel all the emotions in it, which is really good of course, cuz that makes a good poem and good poem

[I-am-@ddicted]

He wasn't my nephew he was my couson and I don't mind telling you about him he was a great man!!    well basically one minute he was good and normal being his normal silly self and the next minute he collpsed and and died, it was so sudden that it took longer to get over it especually because he was young and was father as well! but he died of a brain hemorrage (bleed in the brain) and it killed him qiuckly so no pain was felt (thank god) but it affected us because after his death my family just split apart and no one talked to eachother for 1 and a bit years but now its starting to get back to normal

thank you for commenting because this poem is the most emotional for me to write so thank you!

[Thera]

He wasn't my nephew he was my couson and I don't mind telling you about him he was a great man!!   well basically one minute he was good and normal being his normal silly self and the next minute he collpsed and and died, it was so sudden that it took longer to get over it especually because he was young and was father as well! but he died of a brain hemorrage (bleed in the brain) and it killed him qiuckly so no pain was felt (thank god) but it affected us because after his death my family just split apart and no one talked to eachother for 1 and a bit years but now its starting to get back to normal

thank you for commenting because this poem is the most emotional for me to write so thank you!

okay, cousin then, sorry, well nephew for your dad then and cool that ya told me about him, he sounds like he was/is a great person and wow he was already a dad when he was 23 years, then he must have been an amazing dad too and wow that sucks that he died in all of a sudden, that must have been hard for ya'll and it's good that he felt no pain, that's the best way to die, i think, idk and wow that sucks that your family split apart after his death, that must have been worse and it's kinda bad that no one talked to each other anymore, but i think everyone found/find it hard to talk about it, since he was so young but i'm glad everything is going to get back to normal again and i'm sure he's watching at ya'll and also being happy that ya'll are talking again and that it's getting better to normal again

"thank you for commenting because this poem is the most emotional for me to write so thank you! " < you're welcome, anytime, it's timeless, yeah, and i understand it was very emotional for you to write, it must have been very hard to write it and i think it also took ya longer then other poems, cuz it's harder and again you're welcome, anytime, it's timeless, yeah, it's really nothing for reading it, it's normal to read and say something about it well done, i'm proud on you