Monday, May 28, 2012

Some more old poems

Poems I wrote when I was a freshman in college.  Originally posted on http://www.nicestories.com/unreg/s/author.php?id=1792 - Author posted as Clemson Girl (lost the password...)

Times of the D.C. sniper
 
A little over a year ago I was there I knew the terror that the
community faced and felt wounded when each person was shot Locked in 
the school Making zigzags in the parking lot Trying to make sure not to 
get shot by the sniper Terrifying days, that I can recall in an instant 
not getting gas for that whole month checking around for the "white 
vans", stupid beliefs police officers looked so brave in these eyes 
making sure all the school students got home safe, so no one would get 
killed It was the topic of conversation everywhere, and near the end, 
students started to think it was a joke but people lost loved ones 
because of messed up minds
 
A new life  
 
Growing Older Growing Wiser But wanting to stay the same Going back to
an easier time when you were learning the alphabet instead of 9 times 9 


Being able to be held in the comfort of loved ones When wanting to grow
up so fast why didn't you take the time to live in then? Always the 
future Always the dreams that will come true Not living in the time you 
are, where everything is given to you 

Instead, living on your own working the way you use to dream though not
fun at all
 
2 Years 
 
2 Years have come and gone Have we learned? Since that terrifying day
Everything has reasons for happening Did we make it that way? 

People still remember, As it's fresh in our heads When we heard the news
We have been attacked People remember where they were All hugging and 
hoping for the lives inside 

Many heroes came out of that terrifying day Though most didn't know As
they, the New York City's best Perished that day In trying to save the 
lives that were so quickly taken away How many lives are still being 
remembered after 2 years? 

Everything seems to be remembered of that day When Our Great Nation,
changed in a major way Once allowed into the home of the country So 
quickly closed, People pushed away 

2 years ago, Everything changed Once feeling invincible Now life is so
remembered 

Calling loved ones, Where the attacks occurred Why couldn't we do that
before? 

So much panic everywhere No one felt safe, as the sky with noise had
none 

2 years have come and gone Not remembered as much in the 2nd year Will
we become under attack again? Are we ever going to learn?   

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Old Poems

I just came across one of my old journals... I would like to share some of the poems that I have written.

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Growing up so fast
Can't believe time past by so quickly
From moving down at such a young age
to receiving the diploma,
...that comes closer every day.
Leaving the family world
How? Why? Should it be disappearing?
Shouldn't kids know what they have,
freedom to play,
having fun all the days?
Now, as I look back, I wish I wasn't in a hurry to grow up.
I lost so much time thinking of the future,
shouldn't have I slowed down?
Not to have a care in the world?
My childhood is slipping by, and I don't realize until it's almost too late.
How could time past so fast?
Shouldn't it slow down so that we can see the truth?

Ever Closer
Near it I feel
Time, it seems to boaster
and someday over I will keel
But until then
I feel the call
to be a great human woman,
Not a doll,
but President of these United States
Will I be
Hero in the cape
at the age of Thirty-Three