Poetry

by: April D. Spreeman

THE CRUSH

March 31, 1994

A girl of fourteen had a crush,

on a guy that made her blush.

It was a guy of fourteen fair,

with sort of light long brown hair.

The guy was in a class his own,

although the girl was alone.

She tried,she tried, again she tried,

the guy didn't know her alive.

She did not tawn to follow him,

because he might find out then.

Hes stared at him often before,

yet looked back with a bore.

There was no way he could like her,

so she wrote a poem sure.

Hes wondered if she could do this,

it will be harden not knis.

Yet, hence forth to and fro she go,

she did not care at all though.

At last the day of poems came,

hes scared they might know the name.

After the poem question see,

Ashely asked of three to be.

The questions came for them to think,

hes scared and frightened, she blinked.

The question was the guy for say ,

April said hence forth, no way!

WHY DO YOU HURT ME?

May 9, 1995

Why do you hurt me when I've done wrong?

As if you have been good for so long.

Do you think I'm an obidient dog to be hit?

Who don't you just tell me to sit.

I am not a bird who is ready to mock,

and I do not need to be in a flock.

I am a teenager who screws up can't you see?

Can't you see the pain, the love, the me?

I try and try and all you say is...

get out, shut up, No Way!

I am not perfect I will admit,

but all you do is have a fit.

Yelling, screaming, that's all you do...

then you get tired and take a poop.

You get the paper when at hand and,

then shove my heart down a trash can.

Words are the weapons that you use,

why do I sit here and take the abuse?

But I can't get out, I'm only a teen.

Ha, then it's really easy to be mean.

I can see what you've been doing all these years,

taking my spirit, my love, my tears.

Accepting them gladly when I feel alone,

then I smell your cheap cologne.

There are the days when I have fun,

then you hurt me, vamoose, and run.

No one can see you, only I.

I can see it in your pathetic eyes.

There are the times when I like guys,

being bored you shoo them away like flies.

You are a lier, a thief, a crook,

nothing could contain it, not even a hundred page book!

So remember, when you are old and I am young,

you better get the hell away and run!

END OF THE WORLD

Some time in the Summer of 1997

Age: 18

Sitting on the bed

thinking of the person who is both my life and my death.

Oh how I wish I'd get him off my mind.

What I thought I needed became a burden.

Someone I thought would be my joy was never replaced.

I was so vulnerable,

I never saw that it would kill me in the end.

I thought he was love,

I was wrong as usual.

He tried to tell me in His words.

I should have known.

He has laid me through the straight path all my life.

Why? He asked me...

He said said that it was all for a purpose in the end.

Funny, I thought I was already there.

At the end of the world.

I was wrong.

LIFE SHOULD BE SIMPLE, SIMPLE TOO...

Age: 15

Don't ya just wish life was easy?

Easy to...

make love in the morning in the light of the ray.

Touch the sunset before seeing it.

Love.

Is it love?

or is it...

See, life should be, simple too

FOR THE FUN OF IT

Age: 16

We made looks all day.

He looked at me sentually; so I.

It was their and we both knew we wanted it.

At last it came, and it was good.

It was more than I could have imagined or presumed it would be.

It was so good, it was passion, and it was for the fun of it.

WRITTEN TO A SAILOR IN SUMMER

July 1998

Age: 19

I remember how often I thought the day would come

at the time, making such sweet love

I could no longer turn away and run.

The pain I knew would follow sinking a deep crevice, in which I could hardly swallow.

Oh Lord, I thought...could he be the one?

Contemplating and analyzing with caution,

realizing such feelings could be such so much fun.

Thoughts so beautiful everyday,

daydreaming so often not knowing what to say/

And then I took all the love from God that had been given out of Grace,

looking at my heart face to face,

and write down what you need,

what you desire in your mind.

and when you take the time to look,

I am there for you to find. =)

08/01/99

© Made by April D. Spreeman