:: Fraen ::

:: Donnerstag, Oktober 23, 2003 ::

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As I lie Awake
Reality becomes a Dream
Pain is felt
Happiness has fled
My mind has withdrawn
From my body
Eyes are blank
The Void is near
Like a black hole
It takes me in
All this I watch
From within my Soul

:: Andrea 7:29 PM [+] ::
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This Nation America

Darkness envelopes this nation
Blinding all from the real world
This is all an illusion
While we sit here and laugh
We are Oblivious to the millions dying
For what?
The government to pay off debts
Mother Nature is suffering
Because of our ignorance
We destroy her
Reaping the products
Of her slow death
Animals perish just for game or greed
We think it's fun
Laughing at our kill
They mount it's head on a wall
Knowing our ability to
Kill Satisfies us
We don't see
We are killing
Ourselves
Never will we know this
If this path is not left

We see the world
As not a living creature
But a machine which to profit from.


:: Andrea 4:19 PM [+] ::
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Why Try?

Born into darkness and chaos
Decay and Despair
Is all this soul know
As I travel
To the world of light
I am sickened by
The ignorance of those
Who dwell in the
Land of purity
I leave for the void
Where reality lies
There is no point
To being good or evil
None shall be remembered
When the time comes
Greed, Violence
Charity, Kindness
All are intertwined
Why waste time defining the line?

:: Andrea 4:01 PM [+] ::
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The Depart

An Ocean full of tears and despair
As I sail through
The Surface pulls me in
Deeper and deeper I fall
Light turns to dark
So blind, everything is black
Sorrow and madness
Is all this body knows
I let myself go
And fall into their control
Pain has left and so has
My mind
Eyes no longer see
Heart no longer beats
My Body, lifeless
Falls to the depths and
Touches the ocean bed
Pain, sorrow, despair, tears, life
All has left, my body no longer
In Hell
Is instead where it belongs
In the Ocean of Sorrow
Here on Earth.

I think this is self explanatory.
:: Andrea 4:13 PM [+] ::
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Pondering with Great Minds

As I lay down
I wonder
What it would be like
To ponder
With the greatest
Minds ever to have
Graced our planet with
Their brilliance
What would be discussed?
Various theories
Which have not been proved
Or disproved?
Or rather
Ways to benefit
Mother Nature while
Benefiting humans
Maybe, instead,
The birth of the Universe
How we came to be
And the miracle of life
Whatever is discussed
Is sure to be enlightening
As well as inspirational
To all who admire
Such miracles.

I was just thinking about this and wrote it down. Hope it's okay.

:: Andrea 11:31 AM [+] ::
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Emotions Astir

I've discovered happiness
Everyone around looks down upon
Happiness is immoral
You cheer for my other
While condemning me
You love my failures
Bar my success
I beseech you
Why do you detest me?
Do I disgust you?
Inside I'm torn apart
I've learned to praise you
Yet you punish me
I'm ecstatic, depressed,
curious, furious, confused
None are happy for me
Inside and out I weep
Does my success mean nothing?
Must I fail to succeed?
to be praised, to be loved?

I wrote this when I found out that my family really doesn't care about my success, nor do many others. They only seem to care about my sister's success, which I don't think I'll ever understand.. I had received a letter, aksing me if my poems could be published in the U.K. both Alyson and my mother saw it. My mother shrugged it off, and didn't care at all. And Alyson became upset, angry, I would say, she said it isn't that big of a deal. Her reaction didn't hit me as much as my mother's. It didn't because I figured Alyson was just jealous that she didn't get something like that, even though she won awards from school. But I thought my mother would at least be happy, but, boy was I wrong, as you can see, I put all my feelings into this poem in which I was feeling at that moment.
:: Andrea 9:28 AM [+] ::
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The Newborn Foal

Fragile like a piece of glass
As healthy as can be
Small like a human child
Shivering in the sunrise
With a little help
He stands tall
He sees another foal
They start to play
This is the beginning
Of a new day
And a new life.


This one was also written for a school assignment. We had to have a certain number of poems for a portfolio so I came up with this. I hope it's okay for you guys! I wrote it in eighth grade(same grade for The Cloth:))


:: Andrea 9:47 PM [+] ::
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Tuffy

Loving, caring, peaceful, sweet
Never a fight did you seek
None other of which the likes have been seen
As you have lived you have brought joy
To all that have known
You will live on forever in our hearts
Your soul is pure
And now you're in
Another world
I love you now and always will
I hope to see you in Somerland.



This is about my older sister's cat, Tuffy. Whom I feel is a wonderful companion. He is not dead as of this moment (when I wrote this). But he is old and I fear death will soon be upon him. I will try to remember the good times I had with him. Although I will be deeply saddened by his passing. I hope everyone has someone or something they feel this close to. I have more than Tuffy, but his seemingly close end has made me realize those people and I only hope they know this.


:: Andrea 9:47 PM [+] ::
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Moonlight Dancing

Moonlight pours through the leaves
Glistening atop a nearby lake
The forest is asleep while the moonlight
Dances with the shadows
Silence is heard throughout the wood
Menacing clouds begin to form
Trapping the light
The light begins to fade
The few creatures still awake head for shelter
A loud crack and a heart trembling boom
It begins to pour, soaking everything it touches
Raindrops tickle the surface of the water
Forming ripples
The rain lasts only a few minutes
As a strange hooded figure appears
The shape of a human, but of a different sort
They chant as they glide along the edge
Of the silver lagoon
The dark clouds disperse as they retreat
Revealing the moon
And it's glorious light once more
Again the moonlight dances
This time not with the shadows
But the one who set it free.


Not much to say here, just inspiration from the heart!

:: Andrea 9:46 PM [+] ::
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My Love

When I'm lost, you're my guide
When my world is dark, you're my light
When my world is cold, you're my warmth
When I'm weak, you're my strength
You're always there when no one else cares
You are my one, my only, my love.


This wasn't written for any particular person, I just wrote it because the words came to me. But from time to time when I read it, I feel comforted, thinking that there may be someone out there just for me, but I just haven't found him yet....

:: Andrea 9:46 PM [+] ::
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The Cloth

Soft as wolf's fur
White as the whitest snow
Warm like a child's blanket
Wraps around fragile objects to protect them
Like a mother would a child.


I know it's not good, but I wrtoe it for a school assignment in English. I think I did at least somewhat good. We had to choose an object in a basket and write a poem about it, after everyone else had something, I was stuck with this white cloth. So I know it's not too good, along with all my poems, but I think they're okay.....


:: Andrea 9:46 PM [+] ::
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The Dream

*****NOTE***** this is not an actual dream I had.


Eyes closed as the sun glistens through each leaf as it sets peacefully.
A crack, I open my eyes to find a wolf with his pack surrounding me.
We stare into each others eyes as if we were long lost kin.
I hear crying as one, a lesser in rank, though still important, brings forth a human child.
I understand what they want me to do,
But I tell them I cannot properly take care of a child, even though I wish I could.
Kearea, the leader, tells me I can "Follow your heart, for if you do, you cannot fail".
They bring me to their den, inviting me to come whenever I need protection, or someone to understand.
I take the child, hoping they are right, all the while wondering
why they chose me, was I destined to be with this child,
to raise and protect it?
As I walk away, towards the thickness of the woods,
I am surrounded once again, this time by evil men.
I cry for help, the wolves come to my rescue,
telling me to leave with the baby while I still had a chance.
I run, terrified, I hear the wolves’ cry,
a cry that could bring down the sun and the moon.
They have been killed, my only true friends.
I continue to run, hold the child close to my chest, declaring,
if anyone were to harm this child they would be cursed.
Trees are being cut down wherever I go,
Making it impossible to hide.
Overpowered, they strike me down and take the child.
With the last of me, I hear the child scream.
I cry, the screaming has stopped.
The men return, giving me the child, it is dead!
I cry to Sun and Moon
Asking for forgiveness, I have failed you!
A loud buzz awakens me.
It was all a dream, but I couldn't help but weep,
These events did not actually happen, but I had still failed,
even though I did not in reality take part in these events!


I was just on the computer when the inspiration hit me!^-^


:: Andrea 9:45 PM [+] ::
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The Robed Woman

Soft, sweet sunlight
Filtering through the leaves
The wind whispers my name
I am drawn to a mystical lake
That calls me forth
A reflection I see, but it is not I.
As if I were seeing myself
From another life
Covered in a rich green robe
With a friendly yet foreign
But familiar face.
In one hand is a sphere,
The other, a staff.
She smiles and disappears,
I now see myself.
I wonder where she has gone...
I search for what seems like hours.
She is nowhere to be found.
She has haunted my dreams
'Till now, now she is gone.
As I wander through the forest
I wonder if I will ever see her again.


This is the same with The Dream!^-^

:: Andrea 9:45 PM [+] ::
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Ocean Of Life

The waters of the ocean revives us when we're tired
The water of the ocean drowns us when we can't swim
The ocean is calm and welcoming, yet is it violent and treacherous
The ocean gave us life
There we will surely perish
Is the ocean really the ocean of life?
Or is it the Ocean of death?

Some people may not appreciate this poem but I think it makes most think about how they look at things. Hopefully it makes them look at both sides of each situation, then they can better understand what is happening, the same goes for people too. I hope that this helps everyone who reads this to understand that not everything is what it seems, good or bad, there may be more to what they know^-^

:: Andrea 9:44 PM [+] ::
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Take Me

Take me from this world I've come to hate
End my suffering
End my pain
Take me from this world that doesn't care
End my torture
Take me, no one will notice
Take me, is that so much to ask?


I wrote this when I was depressed... I don't think many people realized I was, if any. But like I said I wrote this when I was depressed, and that was a while ago, although I still somewhat feel this way, it isn't as bad as it was whe I wrote, so at least I have improved!

:: Andrea 9:44 PM [+] ::
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Good Souls
I dedicate this poem to my sister Kim who was always there for me.

The Good Souls are the healers of the hurt
The Good Souls are the peacekeepers of the world
The Good Souls remind us how good life can be
The Good Souls make us see the good in everything
The Good Souls remind us that love and compassion conquers all
Without the Good Souls the world would be without hope.

This one expresses what I feel are the qualities of truly benevolent people. There are other qualities which good people posses, this I know. But these are the qualities that I feel are the most important. I hope there are more good people in this world to come. If things keep going the way they are there will not be any left. But I have faith that most people are good and that in the following years, things will only continue to become brighter!

:: Andrea 9:43 PM [+] ::
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Mother
I dedicate this poem to my Mother who has always been there for me.

You are my sunshine when my skies are gray
My savior when I'm lost
My guardian angel to love me
My protector when I'm weak
You are always there for me
You are the one who gave me life
You are my mother.


This poem is about my mother who has always been there for me when I needed her. I don't have one about my father because he hasn't really. He wasn't really there when my older sister, twin sister and I were little, and now he expects us, now teenagers (my sister and I, my older sister being married) to be best buds. I t realy irritates me. But anyway, this poem isn't about him, it's about my mother. She's a wonderful person, she's a good natured person, and whenever i am sad she is there to help me along with any other problems that I have. I know that she would do anything for my sisters and I to be happy and I appreciate that, whether she know it or not. I love her she is the best mother anyone could have!^-^ I also hope she knows that.

:: Andrea 9:43 PM [+] ::
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Dreams

Dreams, what are they?
Dreams are experiences from past lives
Dreams give us knowledge for success
Dreams are for personal growth
Dreams give us insight for the future to come
Dreams, will we ever comprehend all that dreams have to offer?
Only time will tell.


This poem is just something I wrote. I have always wondered if dreams somehow show us what will or will not happen, or things we subconsciously want to happen. Everyone seems to have a different view on the subject. We may never truly know why we dream, but each one of us can have his/her idea. I have always felt that everyone's view is correct because we do not actually know. Of course some people may disagree with me and say that there is only one correct answer, again I do not care as long as no one tells me it is wrong to accept everyone's views. Well, that's pretty much all I have to say about this one. I hope you do not find it to be too bad!^-^

:: Andrea 9:21 PM [+] ::
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Alone

I'm all alone
No one to tell me that everything will be okay
No one to run to when things go wrong
No one to tell me that I am loved
No one but me
I'm all alone


This poem just sort of symbolizes how I feel at times. Athough not always when I'm alone, occasionally I will feel this way. Anyway this poem helps me express what I intermittently feel.

:: Andrea 9:20 PM [+] ::
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