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Celina Vargas Poems
Though I ran through the dark tunnel on and on, I couldn't find a light. My eyes were straining but I still couldn't see anything bright. I stumbled and tripped and no one stopped my fall. I cried out in pain and pleaded, for someone to rescue me from the place.
A Poem for Girls
If you like a guy, not just any guy, what do you do? Call him names? Tease him? Or just say shoo?
I do not know what to do. My brain is aching through and through. Oh dear, guess who is here, it's my conscience knocking a the door saying 'Do this less! Do this more! ' My brain doesn't like this.
Last night I was thinking how our world seem to be shrinking. More people than you can think of in China or Japan and every little child, woman and man. You start to wonder how, how did everything come to be what it is now?
Boys, boys what will I do, some drive me crazy through and through. They make loud comments during class and usually are an annoying mass. They don't stop when you tell them to and won't till they get what they want from you.
Math homework is such a dread. All these numbers through my head I have done so many times, that it has completely slipped my mind. Only evens not the odds,
I really hate to go to bed, I do not want to lay down my head, especially cause I have to go to school, which is not the least bit cool.
I hope that hurt you. Hurt you bad. Of all the things you've ever had, you deserved it the most. You act as if I'm not there even when I'm standing here, wishing you would see me. I thought I had a small chance to make you dance with joy that you had found the one you had been looking for.
I look up at the stars tonight but all I see is tragedy. People who have fought and died, staring up at the stars, never again to be alive. I look up at the stars tonight and all I see is misery. For those who look up wistfully, wishing for something that never will come true, all their hopes will turn to goo.
Death, fright, woe, anyway we will go. No more things to worry about, yet won't ever be able to shout one last time.
Dark and no light, darker than the darkest nights, terrified and lost, seeing frights.
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Though I ran through the dark tunnel on and on, I couldn't find a light.
My eyes were straining but I still couldn't see anything bright.
I stumbled and tripped and no one stopped my fall.
I cried out in pain and pleaded, for someone to rescue me from the place.
But I saw nothing, not one face.
But then after a while, I saw someone coming, their features beautiful, and a silky voice said,
'Come with me angel.'
I started to reach for his hand when a gruff voice said,
'Don't touch her, this is my land.'
I turned and saw an old man with a beard and scarred ...