Poetry Project

By:Adriana
 A CURSE
A curse of Roses
This time will be different
The boy you always wanted
While you were dreaming
The last boy and Girl in the world
Dead Connection
Black out
He’s Trying
Hoping it would keep his mind off things

Avoiding other people

His life sat in silence

He heard it coming

Startled he said it “perhaps all said things were

going to change”

He wants to kill anything reminded us about you

Creative free verse poetry

TIRED
I'm tired, tired of the way others expect me to act
Tired of having everyone look at me like i'm sort of weird creature
I hate this feeling the feeling of disgust towards myself
I know I shouldn't feel that way because God created us like this
But I can't help but wonder why am I who I am
I want to change for others but i want to stay for myself
I know I shouldn't care about what others think but I can't help it
I want to change who i am, how I look and how I act but I don't know how
Why am I the way I am
Why can't i be the person everyone wants me to be
Why can't I make my parents proud the way other kids do
I'm tired, Tired of living up to everyones expectations
Found poem

YOU & I
I know you're thinking
“You're too mean” I hate it too but it's all I ever learned
I never learned the feeling of becoming a great person
I tried to change for you but it was hard being someone I wasn't
I'm sorry, sorry for treating you the way I did
You make me scream at the top of my lungs
I love you but It hurts
I care about you but I can't show it
I wanted to change but I couldn't.
When I wake up I'm afraid somebody else might take my place
I wanted to be the one near you until we grew old together
But I guess we just weren't meant to be
I hope in another life you would love me the same
Afraid-lyrics by The Neighbourhood
I don't understand poem

Parents Love
I don't
understand why parents say they love their kids but dont show it,
why they treat us like we are meant to know everything in life
When we just started living
or why they make us feel unwanted and not important
What I do understand is why we act the way we act towards others
why we crave attention and beg to get love
From others but our parents, because we were never able to experience
What love actually felt like from someone that cares about you or
why we cry at night thinking about what we could do to make our parents
show us the affection other parents give to their kids.
I want to feel what others feel with their parents
Hands poem

FEELING

Being able to touch thing is something i'm grateful for

the feeling, the texture

Touching things is a big part of everyone's life.

Being able to touch my instrument is was I never want

to lose.

People think we don't need it but in reality it is the most

important part of our life.

Everyday we should be grateful for what we have We

should never take anything for granted especially the
things we are blessed with because many others cant
be like us.
A picture in words

MORE THAN FAMILY

Band is not for the weird people or for the people that don't have a life
Band is much more than what others think
To some of us it's a way to escape from reality
For others it's the people they consider more as a family then their own blood
Band is what makes us happy, what else us understand others more
What gets us closer to those with the same hobbies as us
We find not only classmates but friends, family people we love and care about
Band saved many of us even if we say we hate it or we don't want to admit
That we like it once we get to our last year of band we regret taking for granted
Wishing we could relive those memories all over again never wanting to let go
Of those that made us happy
Artwork poetry

The Night It Ended

Every night I walk across our place
Memories run through my head when we were happy together
Holding hands in the dark night
Hoping one day you would feel the same way I felt the night it ended
I never showed it but I was hurt deep inside holding onto the hope
of you and I being there just one more time
Wondering where it all started to go wrong praying for you to hold me in
your arms I miss you, I miss us
I miss all the memories we had walk past our place at night
Do you miss it to or was the love for me never really there
I cry at night hoping one day you realized how much you missed me
Spoken poetry