Angie's Poetry

[The Ever-Changing Me]

Rage consumes.
I feel its power coursing through me.
I revel in its strength.
I let it fill me until...
No.
Coward that I am, I hold back.
I cover my a**.
I pick my battles.
I hate it.
No longer.
No fear.
No giving in.
Never again.
Never again will I surrender.
Never again will I play along.
I stand.
Tears of freedom and fury blend,
Yet now I see clearly.
Fearless now, I let myself see clearly.
Strong now, I go on.
Free now, no price is too high,
I stand.
I go on.
I am.
At last.

I wrote this because I'm at war with my mother over that fact that I am atheist. She's mormon and truly believes it all. I don't. She's pissed and we've been fighting for about two years. I always gave in and pretended (though I was very transparent in that pretending) and I hated myself for it. I refuse to do it anymore, no matter the consequences. This war has led to my anger and depression. I don't think I will be able to get over it for a long time. At least not until I'm 18 and can get out of here.
Well, strong emotions and ignoring everything my poetry teacher says makes for decent work, so I hope you liked it.  

[The Ever-Changing Me]

One more day.
Sunrise, sunset.
Then I'm gone.
What would you say if you knew?
What would I say if I knew?
One more day.
How was I to know?
When I planned for it,
When I wanted it,
It never came.
But now, out of nowhere,
My end has come.
What I once desired most,
To have just one more day to endure,
I now cannot prevent.
My tears once fell in cowardly disappointment,
As I dreamed of the gun in my hand.
Now they fall in bitterness
Of my corrupted wish.

I have considered (and am still thinking about) suicide, so I wrote this. I always had a thing for irony and once had a dream about my future: My life was better, I was free, I could be myself without fear...then I found out I was dying. Always loved irony *bitter, sarcastic, crying*. Hope this dream never comes true.  

[The Ever-Changing Me]

Bright lightening flashes
Thunder crashes from my heart
Wild wind on my face
This is my moment
This is all that I live for
This is me, unleashed

Storms are the best thing in the world to me. Their power, beauty, and danger... I love it. This was inspired by a daydream of standing outside in the middle of nowhere during a great storm.