Reflections - By D.Dings 2001 When I look in the mirror I like what I see. What I see is beautiful and adventurous. What I see is me. I know what I am and what I will become. I am young! I am strong! I am proud! I am me! When you look into the mirror what do you see? Do you see yourself or what society wants you to be? Are you beautiful and adventurous? Are you young and strong and proud? By what standards do you measure our worth by? I wish I could pull you though the mirror and show you what I see. I'd show you how beautiful and adventurous you could be. I'd show you how young and strong you are. If only you were my reflection and I was not yours. You would be proud to be you too. BACK TO THE TOP Market Place - By D.Dings 2001 I have fresh honeydew for sale two for the price of one Sweet honeydew Come try my fresh honeydew The best around See how large they are How sweet and firm they are everyone loves my honeydew perfectly shaped are my honeydew come try my fresh honeydew go ahead give one a squeeze see how firm they are how ripe they are they are ready for you to take my honeydew are sweet so tasty are my honeydew here take a lick a nibble a bite good are they not the meat is soft and luxurious so silky against your lips take a piece into your mouth and hold it between your teeth let it tickle the tip of your tongue it's nectar is thick and juicy so delicious are my honeydew so succulent are my honeydew you must come back again to sample my sweet honeydew I will still be here selling my wonderful honeydew I have fresh honeydew for sale Two for the price of one sweet honeydew BACK TO THE TOP Make Way - By D.Dings 1996 I am here and now at the turn of the millennium I leave my mark so you will remember not for how I was, or what I did but of what I became I was a mother, a father, a child and I loved and hated everything everyone that was just the way it was and always will be I want the world to grow then watch it fall I travelled so far yet have seen so little and now I am gone my hopes, dreams and memories vanished but not all in vain for I have made way for yours BACK TO THE TOP Untitled 1 - By D.Dings 1996 the sadness has swept so deep that it is beyond tears and has moved to sleep BACK TO THE TOP Untitled 2 - By D.Dings 1996 she blessed me with the curse of being just like her BACK TO THE TOP Untitled 3 - By D.Dings 1996 what is written is not always the truth but a truth BACK TO THE TOP Untitled 4 - By D.Dings 1996 when wars between friends are fought with words the defence weakens BACK TO THE TOP Aftershock - By D.Dings 1995 Imagine, you awake to find yourself lying on your back in a lonely room. Your view is limited but that doesn't matter, it's dark! So you stare upwards, to what you think is a ceiling and you wonder where you are. You try to rise but you can't for you have no movement. There are tubes and wires hooked into your arms and chest. They lead to the large metal boxes in the corners, you can't see them but you know something is there for you can hear a steady rhythm of their hums and beeps. Listening you can hear a set of foot steps approaching in the hall. They stop on the other side of your door. It opens and the lights go on. Momentarily blinded, you blink. The foot steps start again, finally they end at the side of your bed. A smiling, yet tearful face looks down at you. It takes your hand and starts talking but you're not sure if its to you. Its words are warm and familiar but you still can't recognize the face that they originate from. You try to speak back to it. Trying to form answers... questions and finally just words. But still you fail. You feel like crying but you hold your tears back. You'd give anything to speak... to express yourself. You try to raise a hand to comfort the face who is now crying, but you can't. So you just stare at it watching the episode. There is another face in the room. You know it's there only because the first face looks towards the door, wiping its tears away. As if it's listening, it nods, then looks back down and weakly smiles at you again. It releases its grip and joins the other face. You try to speak as your eyes search frantically for the face... any face. Don't go please... Who are you... Where am I... Who am I... In your mind you are screaming, calling out to any face, anywhere. The lights go out and you hear the door shut. Darkness again. Yet still you scream out in your mind. They don't answer? They don't come? They don't hear? Realizing this, you blink, attempting to hold back the salty tears. You look back at the ceiling as the tears trickle down your cheeks. And you ask yourself again... What happened? ...as you drift back into a dreamless sleep. BACK TO THE TOP By your words- By D.Dings 1995 **This poem is forever dedicated to Jason Brinton (1979 -2000) who recognized this poem for what it was and had the courage to ask questions. By your words I have been denied everything. My hopes, my dreams, my future, have all vanished. Every day holds the same torture for me. And though you will not touch my body... you continue to rape my mind with lies. You have managed to remove all self-esteem I had. I did not ask for, nor do I deserve this punishment. And thought I have done nothing wrong, somehow I have angered you. but how could I have done this? What have I come to say or do to make you hate me so? I have always obeyed your every command. I said what you ask me to say and did what you asked me to do... but still you will not accept me as a person. You have insulted me so many times that you won me. My body, my soul, my thoughts... everything! You have made me question whether there is safety in being me, to be different. So I don't try to be. you have told me many times how wrong I am and how right you are. but why is that so? Can we not be both right? Or is it only for you to decided how I am to live? You judge me before you know me but what is worse, is that you judge me as a whole and not for who I am. By this you have stripped my dignity away and crumbled my sense of myself because you hold it in your clenched fist. I never expected you to agree with my ideas but only that you respect them and when you don't you destroy me and all that I feel is important. You only see my shell but that does not tell you who I really am. Only of who you assume I am to be. I am not a plague that will destroy your way of life, I am only here to improve upon it. So that others like me, can have the courage to do the same. I will not breath my experiences forever but while I am here m only wish is to have it known that all I have ever wanted was to be able to be me as I ran my race with society. BACK TO THE TOP Words of Wisdom - By D.Dings 1995 When I was born Mother looked down and said to me You will grown strong and beautiful Trust in your heart and mind Do not let word woo you into wrong Trust in my words of wisdom When I was older I had a friend who beckoned to me the truth is not always easy Though it is necessary Her my words of wisdom Now I have a grandchild He site upon my knee Asking questions I say to him Listen to the world It has much to offer but do not be fooled And heed its words of wisdom BACK TO THE TOP I never knew his name - By D.Dings 1994 i never knew his name i wish i did however i remember his face a young lad with dark brown hair the brightest baby blues you've ever seen and a darling smile which would charm the birds from their nests he was a gentle name a real mamas boy he was real swift with the ladies and when it came right down to it he was as stubborn as a mule a quick thinker i could tell just by looking he was a bright boy with a love for books and for stories and letters i wonder if he has a sweet hear if he did she should be proud i am he hears his uniform with pride all neatly pressed and the buttons shining he's a sharp shooter and could hit a target 500 ft away for all the good it did him he became a hero that day he had real potential... i thought as i walked way from his mangled remains. BACK TO THE TOP Remember - By D.Dings 1994 when we are gone remember us for who we were not for wrongs done remember that we are alike thinking same thoughts dreaming same dreams asking of life remember that we wanted freedom peace for the world to be trusted and believed remember that when recalling memories past we were but young at heart and soul asking questions of who we were BACK TO THE TOP Wise - By D.Dings 1994 he sites day after day collecting thoughts remembering the past floods his mind memories of innocents his youth his rights and wrongs he remembers love then the hate his pain missing her he things of the courage shown by his friend the fear which was hidden then released the anger the fight he lost him wandering back he remembers the distinguished the excitement of power his lies their truth and finally the fall he sits remembering the past the life he lived learning not his trouble his joys meant nothing BACK TO THE TOP |