poems

Why I Cry

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:49:25 +0100

Why I Cry

By: Lorinda McCall-Owens

What does it mean when I am on my knees and I cry,

No know hears, so I ask myself, why.

I cry through the hurt and the pain,

I cry through all I’ve been through,

It’s hard to tell what I feel,

What am I suppose to do.

I do not know who to talk to, so I hold the pain inside,

The more I cry, my tears is what I cannot hide.

After all of the tears, what will be done?

I just wish that my life can be fun.

No one understands how I just want it all to go away,

It’s hard and painful; I just want to wake up to another day.

It seems as if no one has anything to say.

What do I do with all that is around?

Who do I go to when my life is going down?

I want to go to someone that is able to hear

As I cry more each day, this pain is what I can’t bear.

I cry because there’s no help, no love just pain, no smile

Who will understand?

I wish someone could because I have been crying for a while.

I Forgive You

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:48:39 +0100

I Forgive You…..

By: Lorinda McCall

You have talked about me behind my back,

and spit in my face,

but yet I forgive you.

You have told me that I will make it nowhere,

and talked about my race,

but yet I forgive you.

You have abused me to the point where

I don’t know what to say,

by the way I forgive you.

You had me crying through the night,

because of what you’ve done to me, but I see you can’t see,

yet I forgive you.

I tell you now, you have made me stronger,

because of what you’ve done,

Through all the things I still stand and not run… I Forgive You.

The Self

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:47:59 +0100

The Self

By: Lorinda McCall-Owens

I ask for God’s help, because at times I do not know what to do.

I speak out to myself, trying to get a point through.

I want things to change, but I know to wait on God.

At times I get afraid, but I know not to go hide.

I question life, and the turns that it may go,

I wait on the guiding signs, but none seems to show.

I look deep within to see the things that I may hold.

Wondering if my dreams can be wrapped up and sold.

What are the thoughts of people who cannot think?

What are the sights of the people who cannot blink?

I ask for God’s protection, for things I cannot change,

Yet going through life trying to get them rearranged.

Dealing With the Past

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:47:12 +0100

Dealing with My Past

By: Lorinda McCall

Trapped up inside are words I never said

Feelings that I hide, and the lines that have never been read.

You can see it in my eyes

Read it on my face,

Deep inside my heart the past I can’t replace.

With memories that comes back,

They will not go away,

I want to be happy,

Today’s a brand new day.

Yesterdays are over even though the hurting is not,

I can’t forget what happened,

Because pain is what I got.

The hurt I am feeling now,

Won’t disappear overnight,

But someday, somehow,

I know that everything will be alright.

Opened Eyes

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:46:31 +0100

Opened Eyes…..

By: Lorinda McCall

Why can’t I see through the pupil of my eye?

Understanding the facts of life that apply.

Modeling the acts of life, on what I see,

Looking at the different things and people I thought I would be.

Putting on shoes and clothes that covers up the real me,

Not knowing that it just covers and disconnects my individuality.

Sometimes my eyes are closed and yet covered with pain,

I carry on with life, I’m happy when the sun is out and excited when it rains.

Why do I question the facts that are given within?

Fighting the battles of life that I will continue to win.

What is my purpose on things that I say?

Why don’t things come out to be my way?

Who do I follow when my direction arrows are gone?

Who’s there to help me when I can’t find my way home?

Not understanding my thoughts as they form in this big ball,

Believing in what others think and do, but allowing myself to fall.

As my eyes begin to patiently open to things I’ve never seen,

Collecting what counts, and the purpose of what it means.

My eyes are finally open to what I now see,

I stand and observe for what’s in it for me.

With opened eyes I’ve realized what I can achieve,

Going through life, the tool you need is only to believe!

Who Ever Imagined

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:44:28 +0100

Who Ever Imagined

By: Lorinda McCall-Owens

No one would ever imagine what life has brought me through,

It seemed as if each and every day there is something new.

I did not know what I was going to do.

Who ever imagined the pain in life that different situations may give,

With people always mistreating me, and the way I feel.

Who ever imagined how these things were affecting the way I live,

The things that were happening didn’t even seem real.

There was not any room for me to exhale,

All I could think about was how my self esteem would fail.

Who ever imagined the things that I did right,

Not even the tears that I cried every night.

Hoping someone would lend a helping hand,

But yet they just didn’t understand.

Who ever imagined what life has brought me through,

It seemed as if each and every day there is something new,

At the end of it all I yet know what to do.

Crying For Help

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:43:45 +0100

Crying for Gods Help

By: Lorinda McCall-Owens

I ask for God’s help, because at times I do not know what to do.

Crying for Gods help, I speak out to myself, trying to get a point through.

I want things to change, but I know to wait on God.

At times I get afraid, but I know not to go hide.

I question life, and the turns that it may go,

Crying for Gods help, I wait on the guiding signs, but none seems to show.

I look deep within to see the things that I may hold.

Wondering if my dreams can be wrapped up and sold.

What are the thoughts of people who cannot think?

What are the sights of the people who cannot blink?

I ask for God’s protection, for things I cannot change,

Crying for Gods help, Yet going through life trying to get them in the correct range.