publish my poetry

A-m watching a couple in a loving strong committed relationship

M-y heart is telling me don’t watch her love corrupt her life

H-er love is taking control of her life

E-rasing the thoughts of her love abusing her

R-eading her emotions as she talking to me, I can see the damage he has done

E-xpecting her to see and relies the pain he has done

F-earing that she will beak if or when she knows the truth

O-r suffer the pain alone

R-eliving my emotions with tears

Y-elling at my self don’t interfere with there relationship, let her go

O-ver coming the pain not being the one she loves

U-nderstand the real world, knowing how it works

Time and time again,
the pain I see, the pain I smell, the pain I feel,
it hurts so much it seems unreal.

Time and time again,
the face you see, the joy you smell, the love you feel,
it’s just a mask to conceal.

Yet still day after day,
i carry on and I stay strong, deny what’s wrong,
just to move a day along.

When everything’s gone by,
I place my mask, on the ground and I breakdown,
with no sound louder than a sigh,
as i’m still too afraid to cry.

By Brittany Parsons.

I’ve never had anything published before – not even while I was at school! That was my fault though as I never wanted to show my poetry to others. However, I want that to change. I’d eventually like to create a book complete with my poetry and illustrations. I’m not sure when, or if this is going to happen and i’ll most likely have to start smaller first. Nevertheless, I’m going to try and see how it goes.

I got my first poem published in a small Portland, Oregon publication. I am very excited. :)

I’m going to say that this has been “done”, but it will be an on-going goal, for sure. I must say, it wasn’t quite as climatic as I’d expected, but maybe sometimes I expect too much.

Still worth doing.

www.parleypublishing.com

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Offer closes September 2008.

Sitiing in the corner,
cause their’s nowhere else to go.

Sitting in the corner,
cause their’s no proof of it I know.

Facing the blank wall,
cause their’s nothing on my mind.

Searching for a reason,
I just can’t seem to find!

Sitting in my conscience,
Cause their’s nowhere I can fall.

No regrets or feelings,
I don’t feel nothing atall.

No exspeirances to regret,
as I stare at my feet.

Time’s nearly up!,
in a second i might fall deep.

Facing this wall,
is like not facing a face!.

The consequences of actions,
i’ve always had the chase.

As the choice of paint,
I had nothing to do with atall.

Trying to find my mind.
Trying to find me atall.

If I stand up … will I eventually fall.

By Crystal Waters.

3 min

Calm, calm like the Dead Sea…
I need it calmly to engulf me;
to rush calmly over my head
and calmly drown all the words I’ve ever said.

Turquoise calmness brings a smile to my face
but… when last did calmness inhabit this place?
This place is ablaze with intense, raging fires;
all my most prized ideals go up in flame on the funeral pyres.

Towards this day I have come with nothing; nothing to show…
I embrace this day with all the strength of a newly-born little one.
Perhaps I should have thought to foresee that I should, by now, know
that the battle is hardly begun, and hence, very far from won.

As the laughter of the nightlife quickly echos far.
As the floating ship knows it quickly has to pass.

As the sea races in making it’s last grasp,
the stars shine down to make the night last.

As the sound cleanses my soul,
I could hear it all night long.

As the stars I look up too… I know will soon be gone.

Looking back on the life which I feel I’ve left behind,
With my regrets and losss.

I tell you i never signed!

Trailing back as my feet neatly carve the sand,
like the footprints you have left in my heart.

I’d always had planned!

As I say goodnight to the life of me and you.

I start to cry…

But feel happy just looking at the view.

By Crystal Waters

1 min

Waiting to see you’re statue appear at the door,
7 goes the clock and you’re not there anymore.

Waiting for you’re suprise but the tears still flow from my eyes.

Hearing the creak of pain as I sit on my bed, remembering secrets that were always best kept.
In you’re situations they were always not, you’re miss’s on the side. I never forgot.

The cry of my mother grieaving her lost love, to the man she still confides in up above.

Two hands put together like love and a prayer,
always trying to remember that the hand is no longer there.

The twisted seats and you’re pictures in the frame,
some of these may quite never be the same.

As I sit here and stare, at the emails of you’re new and improved love.

I also start to confide in the man up above.

Though you are not tall, and I am certainly not looking up at you.

DADDY I need to tell you that our relationship is through!

You can sit and stare through me whilst you’re wearing you’re mask,
when I only see through you like a broken piece of glass.

As you no longer love Mum i clearly see,
so please leave the house and leave us be.

As the creak is gone and you’re hand is not there,
even though I still sit on this broken chair.
The memorys are fading and the past floating away.

DADDY please leave, don’t have a nice day!

As i confide with the person up above,
I will never forget you’re desperate love.

The prayer I seek no longer needs you.
As it is right… you and Mum are through.

By Crystal Waters.

My Poems can be found here
http://inner-star-thoughts.blogspot.com