I said last night that I would post the rest of my short stack of poems when I got home, but it was uber late. I am posting them now though. The next three I wrote for my creative writing class. They each come from different ideas. The first two (Alone in Her Vacant Eyes and Behind the Broken Walls of My Heart) are in no way related to me personally. They are snippets I've taken from some of my writing and thought it would make a really good poem for class. The last one (No Tears to Shed) is directly with my feelings on a fight I had with my dad and it is what I plan on giving him when I move out...:unsure:...I just don't know what that is going to be anymore. Anywho! Here is the last one. Wait. I have to say one more thing about this one. This one is as important in my life as the one I wrote to my grandfather. I never had a chance to REALLY live with my dad and get to know him until now. I wrote this in my brother's car when we were driving back to my dad's from my mom's and I was sobbing. None of the other poems that I had to write for class came from personal experience, so the fact that I felt I had to write this one and that it came out the way it did just tore me apart. Things are shaping up a little, for now, but I know I will give it to my dad when the time comes. Hopefully he will see the pain that I felt. Okay, now here it is:

I look around the white room,
Pink furniture stands alone.
No sign of a living form,
Like my hearts, all alone.
I pick up my purse,
Head fo the door.

One last glance,
At empty promises.
I close the door,
Good-bye,
Good luck.

You stand before me,
Shaken and surprised.
I stare back,
Teary-eyed.

No hugs,
No kisses,
No tears,
No words.
No good-byes,
For the broken vows.

I nod and swallow,
Hard this is.
I kiss your scuffled cheek,
Don't cry; be quick.
One tear runs down,
I walk out the front door,
Look back, no more.

All the promises,
All turned lies.

I wish you knew,
How bad it hurts.
To walk away,
And act okay.

Please understand,
I needed to leave.
It's all for the best,
You'll see; you'll see.

No good-byes,
Only "see you laters".
You'll come back,
For the broken hearts that left you behind.

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:cry: Awww...your poems are so heart-wrenching, friend! That's sad about your dad, I know there are a lot of people out there in the same situation. I hope things between you and him get better. :hug:

I can't seem to get out of that...that's why I don't write them often....*lesigh*