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Warning: The poems written by me (Tiffany Anne Bateman) are personal. In the begining they referred to specific occasions in my life, but now they can be applied to many. If you know me please do not try to asume what or whom I am writing about as you will probably guess incorrectly. These poems were mostly written in highschool, so they aren't that sophisticated.
Look To The Stars
Emotions
The Flower Child
First Love
Confusion
The Weather
My Heart
Friend
Wolves
Christmas
Confusion #2
Blind
The Terror Of Emotions
Torment
Life Is . . .
Boredom . . .
My Prison
Harmony
Frosted Window
The Sixth Not Listed . . .
Ode to an X-Boyfriend
Thoughts
Dear Death
Long Distance
Life and Death
In The End
Life is sometimes dark and dreary,
And you don't know what to do,
chaos fills your mind and body too.
You burn inside with a fiery
blaze which hounds you and controls you.
And you wonder what to do
Leave your thoughts of eternal darkness
and burst into the light
let dreams of the future fill your soul
Even though your thoughts may clash with a great harshness,
that will keep you up at night,
find yourself and make yourself whole,
Let the stars of the night be your guide,
be the shooting star,
and ride life like the shooting star rides the sky.
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The raging red blood of emotions run through my monotonously
pumping, beating, thumping heart.
Messages are sent from my brain,
throbbing, vibrating, throughout my body,
My nerves receive the incoming messages
and in a flash of speed
perform and return alternate messages
crashing through my body until they reach my brain.
Everything is going faster, increasing velocity,
making my head spin out of control
I am lost in this endless deep shadowy abyss
filled with intertwining cracks of emotions
which can not make up their mind which way to go, or think, or do.
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She listened to her parents intently,
Listened to every word spoken,
She loved everything and everyone,
She was the flower child.
She did what she was told to,
When she was told to,
She kept her feelings inside,
and didn't complain,
She was quiet and didn't speak unless spoken too,
She was the flower child.
She was a follower and not a leader,
She was strong, but not against her parents will,
She was calm, pretty, and shy,
She was a decoration to be shown off,
She was the flower child
She is older now and is tired of the flower child inside herself,
She wants to through it away,
She's tired of being told what to do and when to do it,
She knows,
She tries to speak up,
But she has been taught well,
She is afraid her opinions don't count
or that people will laugh,
She wants to get rid of her shyness,
but doesn't know how,
She wants to change,
but is afraid of change,
She is the flower child.
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It is fear of the unknown,
that draws me farther away from your heart,
If only I had been shown when I was born,
If someone only taught me how to react,
How to speak my mind,
What to do, and how to do it.
I would be free of fear,
of having to learn myself what it means to be in love.
I would know what my feelings for you were,
and how to interpret my chaotic thoughts,
I would know how to unlock the lock to being open around you,
instead of losing all notion of how to carry on the simplest of conversation.
Why do you effect me so?
I built a wall before me and you drew back,
Now my wall is down but you are gone.
If only I had known,
I would not have feared learning to love,
and life would be so much easier now.
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What do you do when a friend looks new to you?
A friend that was always there and understanding,
always happy and making you enjoy life.
He used to be a friend and just that, but now . . .
Now you want more, more than what you have
You know he liked you once,
but is that like still there?
Is there a chance now or none?
You know what you want, but aren't really sure . . .
And that leaves you right where you began,
at friendship and nothing more
Or friendship and more?
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Rain falls softly on my bedroom window,
and the wind blows like a ghostly presence,
clouds hang heavy like large crates of cargo,
and the mist rises like flocks of pheasants,
as the wind picks up, the leaves start to dance,
like the scattering of seeds in the soil,
the lightening flashes like a piercing lance,
and the thunder speaks loudly of its' toil.
Now the sun begins to shine through the holes
in the clouds; which are vanishing like dreams.
Shining on the hills and flowers below
and the water washes away in streams.
Listen to the music of the weather
it is like the falling of a feather.
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My heart is but an empty glass,
spilled wine on the carpet of ages ago,
the dark red telling stories of my past,
trying to rid the distant stain is too much of a task,
I leant my heart to another with open arms,
only to be given it back in pieces,
I was deceived by all of his worldly charms,
My life now like an old picture of abandoned and decaying farms.
As I stand near the window and gaze outside,
I wonder what could have been,
with hands in hands, and hearts side by side,
but this image is shattered like the break of an ocean tide.
Why must I live with these memories so contradicting?
At times he is the angel of mercy who gave me wings,
And then I remember all of the time we spent together and the talking,
(but there was none.)
And then I recall all of the people and their mocking.
They new what I did not,
they could see through his mask,
and that's what's hot.
The blindness leads to being burned,
and being burned is just that,
you feel like your heart is being turned,
and then torn out of your body fat.
It is so easy to create,
the worst feeling in the world,
but not so easy to dissipate,
the feeling of a lost fate.
The future will turn and the rays of sun will shine,
but until then I am alone,
no one to behold or call "mine,"
one day, though, one day my sun will shine.
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I love the moon in all its glory,
it outshines all of the stars,
it shows us feelings in it's face,
and floats so beautifully up there in space.
And you my friend are like the moon to me,
You shine brightly among the others,
always there for me to turn to,
and always leaving a sweet memory.
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The wolf is a mysterious creature,
running through the forest feature,
howling at the distant moon,
creating the flight of the loon.
It's eyes are ever clear and yet mystifying,
always leaving you pondering,
as to why it is so beautiful,
especially when it is prancing in the snow.
It's body is sleek and well defined,
a characteristic of the wolf kind,
softly laden fur has she,
that shimmers in the sun like the sea.
The song is majestic,
the movement is fluid,
the pace is fast,
and the eyes are crystal balls
that seem to tell of a distant past.
these are natures beauties,
these are the wolves.
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Christmas is a day for joy
for peace and harmony
a day for dreams and toys
to be placed beneath the Christmas tree
This is a day when the smallest things
bring a smile to your face
Christmas brings
joy to every face
I hope that on this day
that all of the dreams you placed beneath your tree
grow and flourish as they may
and that you are as happy as can be
So from me to you
I hope all of your wishes and dreams
come true
and flow like rivers into streams
on this very MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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My mind is spinning out of control,
I can not see the ground that I walk on,
I do not know where to go,
the fork in the path is before me but I do not
know which direction to take,
I grope the ground for any clue,
but still I don't know the answer to
the decision I must make,
my mind is clouded by the weight of the scales
and my heart is tearing from emotion.
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Sometimes you hunger for love so much
that you'd do anything for another's touch
Sometimes however, this makes you blind
blind to the others wants and needs
and blind to the straight forward knowledge that you used to find
so easily within everyone and every seed.
Every seed of rationality
can disappear from your soul
so that even your notion of reality
transforms like fire on coal.
The basics that form good relationships
are forgotten like an early morning mist
They are put in the back of ones mind
and that one the becomes blind . . .
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Emotions run wild within you,
so much that you don't know what to do,
the next thing you say or do
is unbeknownst to you,
What you are doing now, you know not what,
It all flows in rapids like blood from a cut,
subconscious feelings rising from your gut,
what others now see
is like a daylight mystery
of how you will act next and how you will be
The emotions have taken over
and even you take cover
pretending that they do not hover over
your every move and every word
One minute you are calm but if you strike the wrong chord
it will make you cry "oh Lord!"
even if you aren't religious
you need a way to solve this mess
these unchecked emotions of everything and nothingness
will get you in the end
so find a friend
talk, and make an end (to the terrors of emotions).
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The feelings inside of me
welling up deep down in my soul
like huge puddles turning into seas
they push out making me suffer their toil
the seas of anguish, frustration, and pain
begin to boil and bubble and rise up with rage
and finally burst up upon the stage
of many viewers the emotions fall like storm rains
all of my fears, and loneliness let free
and I collapse from the relief
The torment inside of me
was gone and its furry brief.
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Life is like a camp fire
the memory goes on forever
but the flame is brief
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we must all have a bit of boring in order to appreciate the interesting that much more
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My heart is bleeding on to the ground
my internal feelings and desires I have not found
my emotions are draining from me
whatever happens is what will be
I no longer feel pain or agony,
nor love or laughter do I wish to see
I have been wounded deeply
the only assassin being me
never have I opened my soul so much
because of another's touch
never have I been tormented so
by their initial, harmful blow
It was a hit as strong as a lightening bolt
and shook me hard (with a jolt)
and yet, not a fist was lifted
‘twas the gaze of the gifted
a gaze and a voice so shocked
that none was to be mocked
but ‘tis all over now
all is forgotten
no more mention made
and I am left alone
alone in the darkness that I have made
once mental thoughts and emotions had flown
through my head and my blood ran hot
but now they are all buried in a hidden spot
I wish for the darkness to turn into light
from my emotions once again to take flight
but I need to be released from that prison
that has been painted a pail crimson
and gets paler still
as I feel a chill
I know I must find away
from this place I stay . . .
But how?
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In this land of dark and evil,
I search for something better,
but am engulfed by madness,
and surrounded by monsters.
In this land of light and love,
I search for something more,
but I am encircled by the pure,
and immersed by constant happiness.
In the land of dark and light,
In the land of hatred and love,
I search for balance
but one scale is heavy with loathing,
and the other light with endless joy.
In this land that I live in
I shall find none of this
some days are filled with giddiness
while others with pure malevolence
and this is how it will always be
a battle to find the peace within me.
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Frosted window filled with dreams,
swirling patterns edge towards the seams,
distorting reality so as to be not what it seems,
showing me an ever lasting dream.
Through my window, frost covered window
wishing you were here beside me,
dreaming lightly, ever so slightly,
of the things that could and might be.
Through my window, frost covered window
I can see your glittering eyes,
they shine brightly through the stars,
of the ever darkening skies.
Through my window, frost covered window
I can hear your sweet strong voice,
floating gently, calmly, softly,
upon the cool evening breeze.
Through my window, frost covered window
I can smell ye, I can smell ye,
soft musk scents drifting through my window,
as if to linger and suround me.
Through my window, frost covered window
we embrace beneath the crescent moon,
here we linger in our dreamland,
like the haunting cry of the loon.
Through my window, frost covered window
I can feel you standing here with me,
our hearts are dancing, dancing freely,
among the swirls of frost upon my window.
Frosted window filled with dreams,
swirling patterns edge towards the seams,
distorting reality so as to be not what it seems,
showing me an ever lasting dream.
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I. Violations, Trepidations, the green eyed monster ... these emotions visit me
II. Trust, Joy, and Happiness ... these emotions visit me
III. Lust, Longing, Euphoria ... these emotions visit me
IV. Saddness, Lonliness, Deprivation ... these emotions visit me
V. Laughter, Giggles, and goofy smiles ... these emotions visit me.
The fist is when I fear I may loose ye to another more beautiful, another more charming, another more ...
The second is all the time, ever defeating the first and ever more powerful.
The third are day dreams filled with desires ...
The fourth is the distance between us, the lack of physical presence, the blindness of sight ...
The fifth is the power you have to make me happy whether near or far.
The sixth not mentioned is the invisible power that has kept you with me,
that has tied us together, and is stronger then all of those listed and part of all of those listed,
the sixth is Love.
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Co-written with the help of Shaun Thomas
You call yourself a man?
You remind me of ten pounds of monkey crap,
contained in a five pound bag.
I’ve stepped in stuff on the sidewalk that is more manly than you.
You are a HIMBO, you get around too much.
I must have been really drunk when I hooked up with you,
or maybe my brain had been temporarily time warped into a different century when you
asked me out.
You ask me if you like your preppy style ...
what do you think, Jack Ass!
You are the biggest piece of trailer park trash i’ve ever laid my eyes on.
You sucked at mariokart.
Your truck reminds me of a bloated old geisser with gas problems.
Your kittens were your best quality,
and I’m allergic to cats.
All in all I hate your rudy pudy candy ass!
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thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts that hurt, thoughts that anger,
if the moon only knew what you were thinking ...
the tides would rise and crash upon your body,
drown your evil tinkering within the mind,
cleanse the soul within and take the breath from your
lungs.
thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts that frighten, thoughts that worry,
if the sun only knew what you were thinking ...
the cosmic rays would burn your skin,
turn your vision blind with white,
and warm your heart again.
thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts that mystify, thoughts of furry,
if the wind only knew what you were thinking ...
the arctic chill would turn your blood cold,
the tropic heat would make your sweat run dry,
the tunnels of wind would spin you wild with
confusion.
thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts of stability, thoughts of love,
if the earth only knew what you were thinking ...
the sweet blades of grass would caress your touch,
the trees would shade you from the sun,
and the birds would fill your ears with music.
thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts of friendship, thoughts of laughter,
if the waters only knew what you were thinking ...
the lakes would flood your spirit in fantasy,
the oceans would carry your heart to greater
destinations,
the ponds would reflect your visions.
thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts that remember, thoughts that regret,
if the universe only knew what you were thinking ...
the black holes would en gulf you,
the white hot suns would explode and collapse the
world you know,
the shooting stars would show your hopes vanishing
into the distance.
thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts that daydream, thoughts of nightmares,
if the people only knew what you were thinking ...
they would wrap you in their arms for support,
they'd ostracize you for wanting change,
they'd sympathize with your misery,
they'd smile when you rejoice.
thoughts drift upon the winds of change,
thoughts of all sorts, thoughts at all times,
if only the mind knew what you were thinking ...
then maybe life would be a little easier.
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Welcome me into your arms,
Wrap your cape of darkness around me,
Comfort me with the ebony of your cloak,
Console me with the softness of your voice.
I sometimes wonder what it would be like …
To literally be a figment of someone’s imagination,
To be a spark of energy floating upon the winds,
To be invisible, but all seeing and all knowing.
Or would I be? Perhaps death is a prison cell for hope
A den of endless space where no sense is of use
A jail for the brain so large and alone that it drives you insane?
Death is unknown. The idea of it scary and consoling all at once.
For in death, misery of the present is no longer.
But who is to say it isn’t worse when you are no longer?
Or who is to say it isn’t bliss in disguisewith a haunting mask?
Taunt me with thoughts of peace
Thoughts of the calming black
But stay back
Until I call unto you.
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As the leaves dance in the wind before me
His laughing smile I see.
So happy, so alive they seem to be,
Mimicking the one who loves me.
As the leaves begin to change from green to gold to brown,
His laughing smile begins to frown.
So sad, so despairing they seem to be,
Mimicking the one who misses me.
As the branches lay barren and leaden with snow,
The tears begin to flow.
So cold, so lonely they seem to be,
Mimicking the one who aches to see me.
As the buds begin to bloom again,
His laughing smile returns a raging.
So glad, so joyful they seem to be,
Mimicking the one who loves me.
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Death stares straight into my eyes
But I am blind to the sight
In torrents and waves she screams and cries
But all I can see is the light.
Death scratches at my skin
Reminding me of her existence
But today she will not win
For I belong to a stronger resistance.
Death is determined to destroy
But my body is merely a decoy
My soul to take is the real bait
As I stand on guard and wait
[Wait until the barrier (my body) breaks,
Wait until death is granted her final wish.]
But wait in silence I shall not
I am part of deaths rebellion, known as life
All my strength goes into every blow, every shot
I stab her shadowy existence with a knife.
Finally death is defeated
She lays in wait, she lays in silence
Rebuilding, regaining strength once retreated,
Secretly blackmailing life into alliance.
Until one day after years of battle
After years of truce
She sits on the black stallions sattle
And lets her fiery anger loose.
In old age when your body barricade is weak
And life has been betrayed by your soul
That’s when death will come
That’s when death will win.
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The end is but a beginning,
But who can see that when their heart is burning?
When their body is yearning?
When you are but an empty vessel floating
On into the deserted blackness, darkening.
No candlelight to guide your way
Just ghosts of happy times slipping away
The emptiness is so vast, so grey
It seem this heavy sorrow will never go away.
There must be a cost
For all that is lost
Was cupid cross?
Was it the devil hidden in the moss?
Even though my feelings now are grim
It was done so that the good intentions could win.
Whatever the end,
I know I loved, I know I have a friend
And one day I will see him again,
In the end.
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