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Sheena's Poems
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A Dreamers Nakedness
Clothing nervously surrendered.
A gift, a piece of heaven-
Lingers on the bare shoulders of forever.
Holding tight the memories-
Of the walls that were brought up to stay warm.
Then the solitude begins to give way-
To the openness of eternity and forgiveness.
The dreamer delves gravely-
Into the depths of her soul.
Scared and alone she faces her fears.
She trembles with embarrassment-
Her fading makeshift shelter falls to the floor.
She shivers as a new feeling caresses her body.
She begins to feel the worth of her inner beauty.
The dreamer is naked and not yet comfortable-
With the newfound reality that forces her-
To accept herself for who she really is.
She is naked, scared and in the midst of a new beginning.
She is now ready to start dreaming all over.
Sheena Thompson
3-28-00
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She
A girl looks at life,
She thinks of a knife.
A world full of hate,
What will be her fate?
Her life is full of pain,
She wants to take her life in vain.
Her backstabbing best friend,
Her heart will never mend.
He is forever gone,
She'll never see his face at dawn.
She reaches for the stars,
Just to hear the foreboding sound of crashing cars.
Accepted she is not,
Around the collar she is hot.
They all think everything is fine,
Little do they know her life is on the line.
Parent's say "your life is yours"
Then all she hears is the slamming of doors.
Depression is a way to live,
She can only continue to give and give.
She wants love,
She sees the river from a bridge high above,
She wants everything to be calm,
A slit of the wrist, near each palm,
She wants to see,
What life can and should be.
All she needs is more stress,
Dear God, her life is a mess,
She comes so close,
Only one more dose.
In her friends she'll confide,
But when the truth comes out, she'll run and hide.
The adults were never told,
Her friends thought they'd never help, they are too old.
Time after time,
Next time she'll swallow more than a dime.
All she can do from now on is hope,
Right now she's just going to mope and grope.
She gave and gave,
No one would ever find the gun with her in a cave.
Who would have really cared,
Even if she dared?
Life is not a cup of tea,
That "she" was me.
Sheena Thompson
4-16-97
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The Love That Was
Why is she crying?
Her tears are full of joy.
Their romance is not dying,
She's in love with that boy.
Just like Romeo loved Juliet,
His love is never ending.
In the ocean of love they're getting their feet wet.
For each other, backwards they are bending.
Til death will they part,
He knows when to touch her and where.
He knows the way to her heart,
Without each other their hearts would be bare.
Sheena Thompson
2-8-98
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Expressive Poetry Links
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Other Fave Websites
WWW.THINGSREMEMBERED.COM
Things Engraved are Things Remembered
Visit me at Northtown mall
WWW.PARTYLITE.COM
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Celebrate Your Life
Illuminate Your Spirit
I'm a consultant -- want to have a party?
509-701-2139
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