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It was cold outside
So I stayed indoors
And read my book
And did some chores.

Then I sat down
In the conservat'ry
With a nice big mug
Of "builders" tea.

Through the glass
I could see the sky,
With pale grey clouds
A'skittering by.

The wind was blowing
The trees about...
A blustery day
Without a doubt!

Not my favourite month
I have to say.
It's a typical
November day.

there is something i must confess
my entire life is a mess
i got no job and i got no friends
i havent had any decent boyfriends
the only people i talk to are on the internet
but they dont even like me i bet
and even though they are great
im still so lonely which i hate
i wish i could find my soulmate
or maybe just go out on a date
i hate not having a proper friend
my life is a dead end

I've been asked to write some poetry
but I am not sure its the right thing for me
I just never seem to have the time
to think of words that actually rhyme
complex are the workings of a poets mind
so this is my first poem please be kind
Im trying, honest Im doing my best
but Im just not as good as all the rest
for reading this poem I'd like to thank you
it wasnt too bad I might write another one or two

I don't know what to do
I've had enough and can't continue

Its time to get off this ride
It's time to decide

Do I stay or do I go?

Emja xxx

 ATTENTION

(a fictional sad_poem)

1.

If I were a poet,
I believed that could resuscitate,
 

I could say your name Juliet,

to think what always we heard,
that people do not die:
 

since we think of them,
provided that we keep with us,
since we say their names,
 

which guaranteed they exist,
and they are unique,
and not be anyone else,
 

so I do not want
that your death
kill us all.

1.

Se eu fosse poeta,

acreditaria que podia ressuscitar,
  

que podia dizer o teu nome Julieta,

de pensar no que sempre ouvimos dizer,

que as pessoas não morrem:
  

desde que pensemos nelas,

desde que as mantenhamos junto a nós,

desde que digamos os seus nomes,
  

o que lhes garantia existirem,

e serem mesmo únicas,

e não serem mais ninguém,
  

não quero pois,

que a tua morte

nos mate a todos.
 

(Lisbon, Nov.12, 2009)

2.

But I can not say your name,
neither to think what we have heard,
that people do not die:

because we are two looking for,
the two already without seek,
namely the two that matters,.

it does not matter we seek.

that death is not so,
who taught us,
that isn’t even that,
who taught us.

but I understand today,
I understand these things,
that is to be alive,

not to look back,
of you were not there,
of you not smile more.

Mas não consigo dizer o teu nome,

nem em pensar no que ouvimos dizer,

que as pessoas não morrem:

por sermos dois à procura,

os dois já sem procurar,

os dois a saber que importa,

que importa pouco procurar.

que a morte não é isso,

que nos ensinaram,

que não é mesmo isso,

que nos ensinaram.

mas compreendo hoje,

compreendo estas coisas,

que se faz para estar vivo,

de não olhar para trás,

de tu não estares lá,

de tu não sorrires mais.

Lisbon, Nov.19, 2009

The thing that it has been
Is not as it shall be
And not as it should be

I discern faults and cracks among the surfaces
and among the faces there are gourds
and shells of eggs
and pickle jars
and horses
with feet of clay and eyes alight with dust

I know this is a bad day
The pain just won't go away

I tried writing, sleeping and meditation
As well as the normal quota of medication

I thought I could face everything
but this is way beyond anything

I feel so miserable and so sad
but feeling like this i know is bad

Where has the old me gone
Lost in a February day
I can’t tell you how long it will be
‘Til I know if he’s come back to me,

Where is that simple day
Before colours broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into these feelings of nothingness

I never want to let you down
But forgive me if I slip away

When all that I've known is lost
I promise you, I'll come back to you
One day....

My morning is waking up
Not knowing who I lay with
Sometimes it's just not enough
And yet all the love you need
Is there in front of your eyes,

And I never want to let you down
But forgive me if I slip away

Sometimes it's hard to recognise my feelings
Sometimes there’s none to feel
Cause I keep on falling , as I try to get
away from this indifference you’ve given me

Where has that old me gone
Lost in a February day
I can’t tell you how long it will be
Til I open my eyes from this bad dream.

you didnt keep in touch
my memory so bad i forget you
then one day i suddenly rembered you
why didnt you keep in touch

i just realised sosmething which no one pointed out to me
all my haikus are wrong
i was told they had to be 4 words 5 words 4 words
but now someone else said 5 sylybles 7 sylybles 5 sylybles
me so confused

by the way rember every one who joined write your poems dont be shy im sure you are all better than me and i love reading poems