Poem (standard:poetry, 106 words)
Author: Girl_Anonymous	Added: Oct 23 2003	Views/Reads: 620/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
just me thinking.

Pages flip, a ragged notebook drops 

Full of anger and hate-ridden letter. 

Pages scramble to collect themselves, 

the yellow, old, are alive again. 

I'm alive again. 

As I read through each and every page, memories are found, 

but they are not saved. 

They were from my anti-glory days. 

Days od dawning sadness that would seem like forever. 

Fingers skim over old songs, old rymes and sayings. 

Then I stand up and realize 

This is my poem. 

Who I am. 

I can't erase my ink written poem. 

But I'll continue my poem, 

With beautiful stories anew 

And on my bed, I'll finish this grand poem. 

-Denise Oliveras