ILLUSIONZ_LOL
05-03-2006, 10:08 PM
NEVER SAY........
NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU
IF YOU REALLY DON'T
NEVER TALK ABOUT FEELINGS
IF THEY AREN'T REALLY THERE
NEVER HOLD MY HAND
IF YOU'RE GONNA TO BREAK MY HEART
NEVER SAY YOU'RE GOIING TO
IF YOU DON'T PLAN TO START
NEVER LOOK INTO MY EYES
IF ALL YOU DO IS LIE
NEVER SAY HI
IF YOU REALLY MEAN GOODBYE
IF YOU REALLY MEAN FOREVER
THAN SAY YOU'LL TRY
NEVER SAY FOREVER
CUZ FOREVER MAKES ME CRY.....
ALWAYS & FOREVER
SOMEDAY.....
SOMEDAY YOU'LL CRY FOR ME
LIKE I CRIED FOR YOU
SOMEDAY YOU'LL MISS ME
LIKE I MISSED YOU
SOMEDAY YOU'LL NEED ME
LIKE I NEEDED YOU
SOMEDAY YOU'LL LOVE ME
BUT I WON'T LOVE YOU.
Poetry
What is Poetry?Who knows?
Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
Not the sky, but the light in the sky;
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
Not myself, but what makes me
See, hear, and feel something that prose
Cannot: and what it is, who knows?
-Cetlali
Losing Serenity
Serenity Rodriguez passed away.
I didn't want her to go so soon.
We'd been friends since first grade.
The burial was
Thursday evening
at the Old Bellevue Memorial.
Serenity
always had something to tease each of us about,
like Dan
sleeping through readinf class,
and Jeffrey,
who on his speed-writing test put
an "even ton" of children
instead of an "even ten"
Serenity said good-bye to each of us
in her own way.
She gave me a picture she'd made before she went away,
it was her on a ladder at her beach house,
She was staring out at me;
Sometimes I just can't let it be.
She was more than a friend to me,
she was like a sister
I handed Serenity the memory book
we scribbled in.
Serenity
stayed on Earth somehow.
I can still feel her presence;
I can still feel her bliss;
I can hear her laughter;
I can see her smile.
I'd give anything to talk to her for alittle while
Now Serenity's gone North,
out of dust;
out of greif;
on her way to Heaven;
where the wind takes a rest;
where the angels do their best.
And I'm wondering what kind of friend am I,
letting her candlelight go out that awful night.
I loved my friend;
I loved my sister.
There's nothing more to say,
she went away from me.
The poem ends,
soft as it began---
I loved someone who was more than just a friend;
my childhood sister---
Serenity Carolina Angel Rodriguez "SCAR"
-Cetlali
NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU
IF YOU REALLY DON'T
NEVER TALK ABOUT FEELINGS
IF THEY AREN'T REALLY THERE
NEVER HOLD MY HAND
IF YOU'RE GONNA TO BREAK MY HEART
NEVER SAY YOU'RE GOIING TO
IF YOU DON'T PLAN TO START
NEVER LOOK INTO MY EYES
IF ALL YOU DO IS LIE
NEVER SAY HI
IF YOU REALLY MEAN GOODBYE
IF YOU REALLY MEAN FOREVER
THAN SAY YOU'LL TRY
NEVER SAY FOREVER
CUZ FOREVER MAKES ME CRY.....
ALWAYS & FOREVER
SOMEDAY.....
SOMEDAY YOU'LL CRY FOR ME
LIKE I CRIED FOR YOU
SOMEDAY YOU'LL MISS ME
LIKE I MISSED YOU
SOMEDAY YOU'LL NEED ME
LIKE I NEEDED YOU
SOMEDAY YOU'LL LOVE ME
BUT I WON'T LOVE YOU.
Poetry
What is Poetry?Who knows?
Not a rose, but the scent of the rose;
Not the sky, but the light in the sky;
Not the fly, but the gleam of the fly;
Not the sea, but the sound of the sea;
Not myself, but what makes me
See, hear, and feel something that prose
Cannot: and what it is, who knows?
-Cetlali
Losing Serenity
Serenity Rodriguez passed away.
I didn't want her to go so soon.
We'd been friends since first grade.
The burial was
Thursday evening
at the Old Bellevue Memorial.
Serenity
always had something to tease each of us about,
like Dan
sleeping through readinf class,
and Jeffrey,
who on his speed-writing test put
an "even ton" of children
instead of an "even ten"
Serenity said good-bye to each of us
in her own way.
She gave me a picture she'd made before she went away,
it was her on a ladder at her beach house,
She was staring out at me;
Sometimes I just can't let it be.
She was more than a friend to me,
she was like a sister
I handed Serenity the memory book
we scribbled in.
Serenity
stayed on Earth somehow.
I can still feel her presence;
I can still feel her bliss;
I can hear her laughter;
I can see her smile.
I'd give anything to talk to her for alittle while
Now Serenity's gone North,
out of dust;
out of greif;
on her way to Heaven;
where the wind takes a rest;
where the angels do their best.
And I'm wondering what kind of friend am I,
letting her candlelight go out that awful night.
I loved my friend;
I loved my sister.
There's nothing more to say,
she went away from me.
The poem ends,
soft as it began---
I loved someone who was more than just a friend;
my childhood sister---
Serenity Carolina Angel Rodriguez "SCAR"
-Cetlali