Poetry by Shawna Whalen (classic novels to read .TXT) 📕

cuddle and she will end you're life.
She is no monster, I swear my soul.
The rings she wears, the clothes she tears
Represent her selfcontrol.
Though she does not show it, pain is there.
She is in this world, without one care.
Pain, love and hurt with surround her.
Nothing can bring her down, for she is Queen.
DO NOT tell her otherwise, look in her eyes and die.
Jackiie is amazing.
Jackiie is brave.
Jackiie is...Jackiie.
For she is not simple, but she is beauty.
She can hurt you like no other.
No matter which way, she will hover
And your life will be feeble in her hands.
Colors do not matter to her.
Genders do not matter to her.
Clothes do not matter to her.
She is neutral and you cannot own her.
Make-up and hairspray only shine her beauty.
Behind those blue eyes, is pain.
No one knows, because she does not speak.
For she is brave and she embraces all.
Lost a father, gained a nephew.
As soft as she may seem, she is only hiding.
I promise you, no monster...on the outside.
But I do not swear for the inconvience she will leave.
Jackiie may be small.
But she is surely deadly.
When I say deadly, I am not cruel.
Natural beauty she holds in her hands, her face.
She does not need to cover it.
I speak much of her beauty because this is true.
When she smiles, the sun comes out.
When she is sad and tears stream down her cheeks,
We all devour ourselves to make her smile once more.
She deserves happiness and all that is carries.
I will say it once more;
Jackiie is beautiful.


Mary

She is certain, but uncertain as well.
She can be a monster, but sweet.
Though she is no true monster,
She carries them on her shoulders.
Pain lies within this girls heart.
Broken by boys, broken by death.
I do not know how she has survive,
Though she has, I am surprised.
I envy her, for she does not know it.
For I do not show it.
But this is not about me, for is it Mary.
The name carries wonder.
For she is no American, she is Mexican.
Her true name is America.
And she doesn't not speak Spanish.
Brown eyed girl with a deep soul.
She can control all.
Envy her as you soon will.
Jealousy surrounds her air she breathes.
Heartbroken, but loved by many.
She has been broken beyond repair.
Supported by friends, she still cries.
And we wonder why?
As if anyone would let anything happen to her,
She cries herself to sleep.
She only sees him, though in her dreams.
Torn open, the tears fall.
Soon she will be fine.
Until the date comes and she remembers him.
Terrified of love, but envy it so.
She searches and searches.
But comes up lost.
Lost in loneliness, but people surround her.
She has cried her last cry and is dry.
For she will not break no more.
Mary is strong.
Mary is weak and feeble, no.
Mary will survive anything.
She cannot be fooled by anyone.
So do not try, for she will make you cry.
Too much pain has been inflicted upon her.
But she hides it well.
I tell you all I can tell.
She is beautiful, too.
Oh, how beautiful she is
and she does not know it.
Her spirit is very infectious,
You cannot stay away from her.
She hides her deepest and darkest
Secrets behind her beautiful chocolate eyes.
She hides her pain and the lies.
She will sit up at night for the cries.
I promise you this, she is no Bambi;
Although her eyes show that.
If she were anything, she would be Hercules.
Though she doesn't not have muscle as he does,
She shows compassion to her friends who need it,
Even though she feels pains inside.
I do not know how she has survived all this while.
But, I can honestly say, she is beautiful.
She does not hear it enough, so she does not believe.
But I believe in America.
She had lost many in her short time,
But she has gained more, most are kind.
I cannot say this enough, because she needs to know.
Mary, you are beautiful just the way you are.
Mary will always be in my heart,
Nothing can tear her apart.
She is strong.
She is beautiful.
Full of life, and full of pain.
But also full of love.
For she is beautiful and does not see it.
I say this Mary, and believe me too.
You are beautiful, I promise you.


Essie

Her laugh makes you laugh.
Her smile makes you smile.
Her beauty does not shine through,
For she does not know how to.
She's my bestie, Essie.
And you cannot have her.
Although, she'll pet you
As if you were fur.
For I have much of her to learn
She has a story, scary and unheard.
If you will listen, I will tell.
A small story of what I know.
But it may include hell.
It's important that you know
For what only she can show.
Essie is brave.
Essie is strong.
No matter how long she waits
Or how long it takes
To realize, not only in her eyes
Essie is beautiful.
For she does not care
About what she wears.
She is my twin,
In life and in theory.
Of course she is tough,
But do not think of her as rough.
I can tell when she is sad,
And that surely makes me mad.
Loud she is,
Obnoxious, that's negative.
Essie is not scared.
Essie is beautiful.
Gifted and talented.
Blunt and unbreakable.
Essie can do all,
But she is not mighty tall.
She can cut your throat
Just like a castrated goat.
She can take you to the stars,
But she hates mars.
I know it in my heart,
That she can tear you apart.
But she is not a monster,
Althought she loves the drink.
She's not as dumb as you may think,
For Essie is smart and grateful.
I knew it when I saw it.
Essie had found love and was drowned.
A smile was shown everyday,
Because of this mystery boy.
I figured she was crazy,
But she wasn't lazy.
"His name is Alan,
and I think I love him."
Behind her sad dark eyes,
There was surprise.
She stepped into love,
But fell head over heels.
We never blamed anyone,
Because she has found THE one.
Do not play with her heart,
For it is very delicate.
I'll say this to Alan once,
Hurt her, I hurt you.
Essie is brave and embaces all,
But she has already did the fall.
We love and care for Essie,
Because she is our bestie.


Time Wasted

I'll keep tryin',
To get your attention.
But I am always cryin',
From this deep depression.
You left without a care.
You didn't even say 'bye'.
Now I realize that I dare
Myself to remember your High.
I am nothing without you.
Your eyes kept me searching.
Your smile had me perching.
And your laugh, had me lurching.
Since my time is precious,
I was completely restless,
In you absence but now,
I realize you were Time Wasted.
On love.
On hurt.
On lust.
On desire.
I've never felt this empty,
This incomplete.
But not I am able to say,
You won.
And I am in defeat.


Breathe

Broken and unhealed,
Sorrow and killed.
Deeply punctured, she feels.
Her breath is raspy
As she tries grasping
For something to bring her
Comfort. Something to cure
Another broken heart
That lay in her chest torn apart.
She panics and thrashes
At the sky. Next, flashes
of their time is like a movie playing
Behind those blue eyes-straining
Her life even more.
She is torn apart,
Fixated on her broken heart.
Believing to have never been loved,
A small, single white dove
Appears beside her.
Her breathing is better,
No longer gasping for air.
She can breathe.

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Publication Date: 04-01-2010

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