You know, this poem is so opposite of my mood. I'm in such a great mood, and yet I write a stupid ass emo poem. And I promise I'm not some depressed freak that cuts my wrists. But here it is, I wrote it in 3 minutes. WHOO! lol

Tell me what you want to hear,

Tell me what to say,

Tell me that you want me, dear.

Tell me you love me everyday.

Tell me you can’t wait to be with me,

Tell me you can’t believe it’s true,

Tell me what you want to see,

Tell me that "I want to be with you."

Tell me with a straight face,

Tell me that I’m real,

Tell me I’m not a disgrace,

Tell me how you feel.

Don’t leave me left to dry,

Don’t leave me behind,

Don’t tell me it’s not worth a try,

Don’t tell me we’re not a great find.

I believed that you were right,

I believed you were the one,

I believed our relationship was worth a fight,

I believed our relationship was fun.

I hate how you left me to mope

I hate how you didn’t care,

I hate how you lost the hope.

And you said there was nothing there.

You left me no choice,

You left me to cry,

No one hears my voice,

No time left for a retry.

I take the gun,

I load the shell,

Thanks a lot hun,

Go to hell.

A vicious scream,

It was a loud noise ring,

It was all a dream-

The angels sing.

The girl fell that night,

She did what she dared-

Waiting for Mr. Right,

To tell her that he cared.

Emoooooo, right? I know, don't disown me.

Currently Reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Bantam Classics) By Mark Twain see related

I totally redeemed myself.

6 days 'til my birthday and the Montrose Tourney. Glee. Instead of me singing "happy birthday" to myself, I'll be talking about the War in Iraq, Medicaid, Medicare, Social Security, Bankruptcy, Deficits, Inflation Rates, Your Mom, and Free Trade. Oh man, I'm gonna piss myself, I'm that excited.

And to top things off, I won't have anyone to hang out with for my birthday. The next weekend we have off, my two best friends will be gone at a Colorguard Competition. Hum.  3 years in a row, man. No fun.

Don't make fun of my poetic abilities. I suck at poetry and I'm not afraid to admit that. But, this poem isn't too bad.

The Fallen Soldier

The shots were fired

The war begun

The ground was so smoky,

You could hardly see the sun.

The smell of a thousand corpses,

Lying there dead.

The concept of war

Becomes a rush to the head.

What are we fighting for?

What is our goal?

Is it really worth the rising death toll?

Thousands of families hurt in a deep way

In hopes that they’ll see their son again, someday.

The courageous soldier, the very young man

Always workin’ to do the best that he can.

He straps up his boots

He carries his gun

A long day of work, no time for fun.

Living in fear, day to day

As he stands on the front, and begins to pray.

“Father in Heaven, help me get by…

Stand over my shoulder, send me a reply.

I need you to take care of my family for me

And if it’s my time to go, then let it be.”

He felt the hot lead, his face went pale.

His eyes were covered, and his heart began to fail.

The troops were grief stricken and began to cry

As the wounded soldier, lay there to die.

Why was he chosen?

Why was he the one?

Anyone could have gotten that job done.

He fought for his freedom, he fought for me…

To live my life happy, to give me liberty.

The soldier was brave, the soldier was smart.

The soldier was doing what he felt right in his heart.

Fighting for glory,

Fighting for pride,

Fighting for America

Until the day he died.

Remember the past, remember what was done

All the years of fighting back in ’71.

To make America what it came to be

To make America safe for you and me.

This man fought with all his might, he gave all that he could

And if he could do it again?

I’m sure he would.

He kept the faith, he kept the hope

So we have the right to mourn and cope.

He made the difference, like they all do.

The men and women who serve us-fighting for the red, white, and blue.

To make our country safe, to make this country whole-

They put their lives on the line

As the war takes its toll.

I thank all those who give up their dreams

Fighting in war is more than it seems.

It’s in honor of pride, joy, and glee

To give me the freedom, the freedom to be me.

-Amber Harrington-