Life is like a fun house.

Each person has a mirror of there own that they stand in front of.

Ever mirror is twisted and curved in some way that makes that person special.

My mirror is completely straight; no special twist to it.

I might as well have been the refection…

A quiet street

No one was around to see me,

Not anyone.

I then notice the street sign,

Hollow Road.

I peered into one of the empty buildings,

And saw darkness, nothing else was here.

Just darkness.

The only light came from the weary glow of the lamppost.

I heard a crash sound from some where behind me.

What was that?

I started to walk down the street.

More noises.

I start to run.

I felt like I was being chased.

But every time I look over my shoulder,

There isn’t a soul to be found.

I’m tired now.

My legs ready to collapse.

I stop to catch my breath,

On another quiet street.

No one was around to see me.

I then noticed the street sign,

Hollow Road.

This poem is the first sad poem i ever wrote in 7th grade.
And yes, it is very sad

I awoke from my nightmare,

To find it came true,

I wiped the blood off from my face,

Knowing it’s from you,

I walked into the kitchen,

You were lying on the floor,

I stared at the bloody knife,

Wishing for no more,

I wiped away the tears from my eyes,

Hoping I would die,

I never thought that I could do this,

All I did was lie…

Deeply dreaming

Stars are beaming

Your gazing eyes

Under dark skies

Four letter word

I finally heard

Midnight peace

Soft fuzzy fleece

Caressed hands

Sunset lands

Twilight hours

Not mine; ours

Moon is bright

Its only night

Lets share it together

You and I forever

I am missing something dear to my heart,

It was better than anything else I see,

What I missing is lost; gone.

What is lost won’t be given back to me.

What I lost was special,

Something that came from the past,

But deep down inside it wasn’t meant to be gone,

Because what I lost won’t ever last.

What I lost was more important,

Than wining a game or being on time,

What I’m missing is gone forever

The loss is worse than owing a dime.

What I lost was worth more than gold,

It was something I was truly proud of,

What is and always will be,

What I lost is love.

No amount of words,

Can describe just how I feel,

But I know when ever I see you,

These feelings must be real,

When I’m on the verge of tears,

You always bring a smile to my face,

Spending time with you seems perfect,

No matter the time or place,

It’s hard to believe that life,

Existed before meeting you,

Because now you’re so important to me,

Without you, I don’t know what I’d do,

Have I ever told you?

Just how truly amazing you are?
You bring a light to my world,

Just like a shinning star,

You are more then just another guy,

To whom I call a friend,

You’re my piece of heaven,

And I’ll love you till the end!!

Love Always, Leah Nerys

Cry me to sleep,
let your tears be my song,
sing about our baby,
about what went wrong,
tell me he didn’t
just die in my arms,
make me believe
i kept him from harm,
the horrible man,
who broke in that night..
tell me he’s safer now,
that what i did was right,
i covered his little mouth,
so his cries wouldn’t give away where we hid,
and when he stopped crying,
i couldn’t believe what i just did.
he laid in my arms,
his blue eyes open and sad,
he was our son,
and all that we had.
I held him all night,
crying untill i had no more tears,
When you came home,
only you understood my fears,
that man took everything,
but it was nothing compared
to what i lost that night,
my child i bared.
so cry for me now,
cry for me and for you,
I’m so lost without him
and don’t know what to do.
I only wanted to protect him,
but instead, i took him away,
and i’ll never forgive
myself for that day,
sing me that sad song,
tell me again that it’s alrght,
Cry for me now,
and hold me through the night…

I love my daddy dearly,

And yet he brings me fear,

I’m to scared to even breathe,

Whenever he comes near,

He say’s I’m his Little Angel,

And then smacks me in the face,

I cry and cower in my room,

To afraid to stand my place,

His best friend is Captain Morgan,

Sometimes Bailey or even Jack,

And when combined it’s never good,

Then my world turns black,

Momma never even notices,

The bruises that always appear,

She works all day, and stays out at night,

I don’t blame her, I hate it here,

My friends all ask me questions,

They say I don’t look well,

Daddy tells me to keep it a secret,

So I can never tell,

I hear the front door open,

And daddy staggers to my room,

I say a prayer and silent goodbye,

As I know the pain will resume,

Life doesn’t seem worth living,

Without someone to care,

So what am I fighting for?

When all I feel is despair,

Despite I know he’s wrong,
I can’t let anyone know,

I must just stay strong,

And take all of daddy’s blows,

Lately the bottles empty faster,

And momma’s been gone for days,

The school keeps asking why I’m gone,

Daddy tells them it’s just a faze,

When really I’m looking down,

On my body still on a floor,

Daddy doesn’t even know,

I’m not his Little Angel anymore…

Kassidy

By Leah Nerys

She’s the laugh I need,

When I feel I could cry,

The crazy random gift

With no reason why,

The light so bright,

That shines through the dark,

The match that makes,

A fire spark,

She’s kind and smart,

And has always been there,

She’s a truly great girl,

Who I know really cares,

She’s an amazing person,

And I’m sure you agree,

She is my friend,

And always will be!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!

Lots of things describe her, but to me?

She reminds me of a fire,

no matter your words or patience,

it won’t ever change her burning desire,

To cause pain and hurt;

do nothing but kill,

to leave her chest gaping,

where a heart should fill.

A storm cannot defeat her,

and your hate just gives her power,

Be careful, don’t get to close!

Or your happiness she will devour.

It’s not as if she can disappear,

There will always be memories you can’t forget.

Of her walking into your life,

A time you can’t help regret.

She’s a sugar-coated secret,

The secret no one wants to tell,

she’s no where near what you’d call heaven,

Earth’s little taste of hell.

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The sun rolls over the clouds,

And the birds sing their songs,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong,

Rain pours onto the sidewalk,

Darkness just seems to go on,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong,

Leaves falling in brilliant colors,

Peaceful, while you walk along,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong,

White ice blankets the earth,

Chilly days are so long,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong

Everyone has a place,

But you don’t fit and it feels wrong,

You are crying,

Because you know you don’t belong.

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Two heart beats,

Yours beating with mine,

My arms wrapped around you,

A feeling so fine,

I don’t even know you,

Yet your presence bring me joy,

My tummy growing larger,

Holding a girl or a boy,

I love you already,

I can’t wait for you to see the sun,

But for now I’ll just hold you,

While our hearts beat as one.

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Just another day,

Where the Sun rose and fell,

saw you again,

and your still doing well,

We talked for awhile,

and then said goodbye,

and when i hugged you,

I felt i would cry.

I didn’t feel pain,

but instead a new feeling,

From our break-up i realized,

inside im still healing.

I miss the flirty comments,

the way my hand fit in yours,

and when i think of you,

my heart still soars.

In that one hug,

My life had a purpose,

what hides deep inside me,

rose to the surface.

So now when i dream,

Our hearts fit back together.

like time had rewinded,

to when us ment: forever.

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Like paper and pen,

to me, it’s just right.

without one, there isn’t the other,

like dark and then light.

Opposites attract,

and somehow become one,

like empty and full,

not finished and done.

A smile, a frown,

the future the past,

no matter how little,

these things seem to last.

From bright to dull,

beginings and ends,

wet and then dry,

enemies and friends.

These all go together,

like old and brand-new,

opposites attract,

like me to you.

If you had a choice,

To be happy or sad,

To you, it’s very obvious,

The choice would be glad,

But me and my problem,

This choice is quite tough,

For my choice affects others,

And could make things rough,

It involves this one boy,

And two of my dear friends,

It’s hard to decide,

Whose happiness ends,

But guessing the future,

I’ll let one of them down,

Then he won’t be the same,

With that sad, lonely frown,

Maybe I can save two,

By hooking them up,

So at least most of us are happy,

So life’s not a half empty cup,

But what if he won’t let go,

On the memories of us,

Maybe we can still be friends,

That’d be a plus,

My two friends I mentioned?

They like him a lot,

But his eyes are on me for now,

As if I might be hot,

I do hope I make the right choice,

For it’ll effect more than me,

But how do you choose,

Between happiness for you,

Your friends and he?

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I’ve made mistakes, true,

And so have you,

And that’s why I let it go,

To show

You can be friends and make mistakes,

It takes

Forgiveness and a chance,

Enhance

The way you look at it, just sit,

And think a bit,

Don’t just push me away to another crowd,

I am allowed

To have an opinion on how things go,

You know,

It hasn’t been easy on either of us,

So quit the fuss,

Just let us be friends,

If it ends,

I guess that’s how it’s meant to be,

You’ll see,

This is a mistake we both have made.

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Have you ever had a secret?

That you couldn’t tell a soul,

It distracted you from everything,

Hiding it was your only goal.

Have you ever had a secret?

That could hurt someone real bad,

If you told the wrong person,

You could make them very sad.

Have you ever had a secret?

That involved someone knew,

I have a secret,

That I’m not telling you…

I’m sorry that I love you,
And can’t help but be there,
I’m sorry that I miss you,
And always truly care,

I’m sorry that I smile,
Whenever I here your voice,
I’m sorry that I hug you
When you make a good choice,

I’m sorry that I’m happy,
When I see you in the morning,
I’m sorry that I need you,
Without a single warning,

I’m sorry that life’s better,
When it’s you I see,
But most of all I’m sorry,
For letting you hurt me.

Copywrite Leah Backstrom 2009

Scared and confused,
In a dark, unfriendly place,
Annie was all alone,
A tear rolled down her face,
Her cries so sad,
Bouncing off the concrete walls,
But no one could hear,
The little child’s calls,
The room she was confined in,
With walls a deep, gloomy gray,
Only had a small bucket,
And a mattress; where she now lay,
She must have doused off,
For she was startled awake,
By the jingle of keys,
And a doorknob’s shake,
Entered a man in his forties,
With a smile he extended his arm,
He said to Annie, “My dear,
I will not cause you harm,
“Please do not scream this time,
My Annie, and if your good today,
I’ll let you have some dinner,
Now come on, there’s a game I want to play.”
Poor, little, Annie,
Knew his awful game,
It hurt her inside and out,
Every time was the same,
But one day after his game,
Annie began to cry,
He got angry and hit her,
The very next day he got her eye,
Damaged and badly bruised,
Annie was slowly dying,
All she wanted was her mother,
For her, she had to keep trying,
So as the child faded,
From life and also her mothers love,
She didn’t know an angel,
Was watching from above,
Hard banging on the door,
That held little Annie within,
Caused the door to open,
Just as she about to give in,
The police and Annie’s mother,
Stormed in and rushed to the child,
Her body was weak,
But she managed to speak and smiled,
“An angle told me you were coming,
So I never gave up on you,
Mommy I know you’ll miss me,
And I will miss you too.”
Annie lay limp in her mother’s arms,
Her mother softly cried,
Robbed of life itself,
Annie, had quietly died…

Writing by Leah Backstrom copywrite 2009.

You moved first,

Increased my thirst,

You made me so glad,

I loved what we had,

You always held me,

Like it was meant to be,

You started to cheat,

My face began to heat,

You hurt me more,

Then a brand new sore,

You cut to deep,

And made me weep,

You set the date,

But you’re always late,

You could of tried,

Instead you lied,

You ran away,

While I still stay,

You pretend a lot,

Like you just “forgot”,

You took my heart,

But stayed apart,

You stole theirs too?

What’s wrong with you?

You are cold,

Your game is growing old,

You say you care,

But your not there,

You got off so easy,

What you did was sleazy,

You continue your game,

That is really lame,

You see my eyes water,

Yet you continuously slaughter,

You are no good,

Date you? No girl should,

You may play these games,

With our hearts and our names,

You won’t win forever,

You’re not that clever,

You will lose,

And again turn to booze,

You can’t win,

When all you do is sin,

You shouldn’t be daring,

Start actually caring!

You aren’t worth the pain,

That drives me insane,

You can do as you do,

I’m not playing this game with you.

Game Over.

Walls of concrete become walls of goo,
Us becomes just me and just you,

Trees that are growing become trees that die,
Guys that make me laugh become guys that make me cry,

Roads that are straight become roads that bend,
Relationships that start become relationships that end,

Birds that sing become birds that blare,
Guys that stay become guys that aren’t there,

Doors that let in become doors that keep out,
Thoughts of hope become thoughts of doubt,

Dogs that lick become dogs that bite,
Guys who take the dark become guys that take the light,

Windows that let in sunshine become windows that shade,
Smiles that are bright become smiles that fade,

Flowers that bloom early become flowers that bloom late,
Guys who are patient become guys that can’t wait,

Signs that lead you forward become signs that lead you back,
Good things that guys have become good things that they lack,

Steps that take you up become steps that take you down,
Guys that make you queen become guys that take your crown,

Change that makes you happy becomes change that make you sad,
Guys that left you become guys you wish you had,

Everything that changes becomes something new,
Even when a guy breaks your heart; you change too…

copywrite Leah Backstrom 2009

Mom you are so special to me,

You make my day when no one else can,

Mom you love me for all that I am,

And always have since I began.

Mom you are my guardian angel,

My protector and my hero,

You always know how to make it better,

Even when things look like zero.

Mom you are always brave,

When I need you, you are there,

You do things for me that no one else does,

To show me how much you care.

Mom you are all I can ask for,

You are great at everything you do,

You are a loving, kind, and giving mother,

I’m so thankful and I love you!

Copywrite Leah Backstrom 2009

I feel pain…

A kind of pain that hurts on the inside

Not physical pain…

Emotional.

It’s not just hurting me,

It’s feasting on me.

My mind is haunted.

Over run with thought’s of hate, sadness, emptiness,

I don’t want to eat and I can’t sleep,

I feel dead.

My knees are shaking,

This is both a natural thing and one I am controlling,

I don’t want to stop because this is tells me I’m still alive.

I’m ignoring my conscience.

My lips feel glued together.

My eyes are set on this screen.

I don’t want to talk about it.

Images fill my empty head:

His arms, her words typed out in front of me, my reflection,

Hate, sadness, and emptiness…

Repeated over and over.

I feel numb.

My knees are not about to stop because I won’t let them.

My life is important to me.

My head is spinning but time seems to be standing still.

I jump at every sound or movement,

To scared of everything.

I can’t think straight

I don’t want to because I’ll just open my mouth.

I don’t want help to this; I don’t feel the need,

I only feel hate, sadness, emptiness,

Hate for her,

Sadness for him,

Emptiness for myself,

I won’t hurt anyone with this.

So don’t ask t share the pain.

copyright Leah Backstrom 2008

I know you love him,
I hate that you do.
I can’t even believe
it was once me and you,
why did you meet him?
He’s hurting you deeply
are you happy I hurt?
While he caresses you sweetly?
Do you know that I hurt?
Or do you not care?
Do you care that I listen?
Don’t you see that I’m there!
Are you to lost in love,
to hear what I say?
He’s hurting you deeply,
with each passing day.
You may get angry and sad,
or just simply sneer,
but while you see me happy,
inside I feel fear.
Do you hate that I’m worried?
For your safety and health?
Don’t you want me to know?
Or do you want to be stealth?
He’s hurting you deeply,
and your hurting don’t you see?
You can’t have both all the time.
Is it he, or is it me?

copywrite leah backstrom 2008