Showing posts with label confused poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confused poem. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 April 2008

Why Me? by Hector Cuatepotzo

You tell me you miss me, and you don't call.
You tell me you like me , and you don't really care.
When I talk to you, I stutter, and I mumble
And I wonder; Why ME?

You had a man and you left him, you found me!
And told me, "I like you!" but ...
But, but is where you left me; didn't answer
And, didn't wonder, if you hurt me!

Now, you come into my life and
You tell me you miss me, and you don't call;
You tell me you like me , and you don't really care;
When I talk to you, I stutter and I mumble
And I wonder; Why ME?

I'm confused! And you know that!
Now I wonder if you're playing a game!
I know you don't miss me, and I know you won't call
I know you don't like me, and I know you don't care!
So why do you call me, and make me wonder,
if this is all a game?

You tell me you miss me and you don't call
You tell me you like me and you don't really care.
When I talk to you I stutter and I mumble,
And I wonder, Why ME?


Copyright © 2004 hector cuatepotzo, logistic styles

Monday, 11 February 2008

Eerie Tale by Debra Dando

My grandmother told me a strange tale -
It un-nerved me, and her as well.
Whilst in her kitch with dishes piled
Her friend passed by and waved and smiled.
She made nothing of this at the time
Until later, when told her friend had died.
"But that can't be!" my grandma exclaimed;
And told of how her friend had waved.
Eerily strange, it does imply
Her friend had come to say goodbye!

Copyright © Debra Dando 2008 (a true story)

Wednesday, 23 January 2008

Confused by Ashley Bushway

When I thought my life was going good for me,
I turned around and it happened;
It happened too fast for me.

He knew he had it for six months,
But didn't want to deal with it.
He didn't tell us something was wrong
He didn't tell us because he didn't want us scared or worried

I turned around and it happened'
It happened too fast for me.

Everyday I ask myself,
"Will he be ok? Should I go to my friends house?
If I go to sleep will I wake up and fine him gone?
Should I go to school and hope he will be fine?"

I turned around and it happened,
It happened to fast for me.

I stand there and watch him drink
He chokes, He coughs, He spits.
I try to run and say everything is fine
I try to hide and say I'm safe in here.

I try to say I'm fine, but really I'm not.
I try to put a smile on my face, I can't frown.

I turned around and it happened
It happened to fast for me