Close to Home

These two poems took me about 20 minutes to write in class last year...sometimes the words just flow.

The first isn't relevant anymore since Obama is the new pres (yay!!).
The second hits close to home...it's about a friend who passed away. I wrote it around one year after she passed, which stirred up all sorts of feelings and memories <3


1)
Sometimes I think the country is pretending,
Or maybe we’ve forgot what they’re defending.
It’s obvious to see that we’re going down,
Maybe the government should try to turn things around.
I don’t know why they’re there but I support them all the same,
For the death of our children we have the white house to blame.
So mister High and Mighty who’s to stop the attack,
If you won’t send out the call to bring our soldiers back.
They are not your tools to fix personal issues,
Peace can be found without their misuse.
You think you’re patriotic with your brand new Act,
But the presidential way would be taking it back.
Is this really the way you want to be remembered,
For speaking the truth I hope you’re not offended.



2)
I’ve seen a mother cry desperately for her child,
As a father curls up on the bathroom tiles.
It’s okay if you don’t want to pretend you’re strong,
When it’s missing her that makes the nights feel long.
We used to say when we were younger we’d grow up the same,
Cause our silly imaginations like to play games.
You’ve been gone almost a year and things sure have changed,
Except for the ones who cry when they bring up your name.
It’s apparent and we know you aren’t coming back down,
But you’ll be watching over us while we stand on this ground.

Something New

It's strange to think, I've dated…that I've been the object of someone else’s affection. But how affectionate must I have been in return? I must have trust issues...If I've never let anyone, family or friend, see poems or songs written by me.

I guess I'm afraid of their responses...good or bad.
Or I'm afraid of someone not understanding my words…or maybe understanding too well and by forever exposing my soul to someone else’s gaze.

I've grown so much and changed to little apparently.
Since I still don't let anyone see the real me...I thought it would be time to lay it all on the table (or blog). I'm not a great writer, at least it's what I think...but how would I know since I've never let anyone read these little tangents of mine.

I guess it's time, and I think it's the right time…I’d love feedback.