Not Fair

TOMORROW
© Renee Franklin - Dec. 2, 1997

In my darkest hour...
In my deepest despair...
Will you still care?
Will you be there?

In my trials and my tribulations?
Through all doubts and frustrations?
In my violence...
And my turbulence?

Through my fear
And my confessions?
In my anguish...
And my pain?

Through my joy and sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow
I will never let you part
For you, are always in my heart.

Poems like these make me happy... but they also make me sad. they make me sad knowing that when I write something maybe one person will be like, "oh how nice" but no ones lives will be changed. I guess I don't truly know of what the future is to hold, but I still feel as if I can not compare.

Thank You

This is a shout out to all of the people who said my work is good I always felt as if my stuff was not being read. I felt that no one cared about what I said. so thank you. Now I am sorry if I did not comment on yours. I guess I am a tourist that way but in other ways I'm not. At least I did notice that you commented and i am truly greatful. I always felt good when someone saw my posts, so once again... Thank You.

I was lost but now I can see

Paris...
On the first day I laughed.
On the next I laughed again. 
I felt all these emotions all these feeling but the biggest was joy.
For the next six days i found out how hard it was to be a writer.
I saw the true feeling of how you had to work hard to get what you want.
Paris was where I tasted the forbidden fruit of creativity.
Where the pure juices flow now in my veins.
Paris is where I bought some cheap carrots but found my true prize of the waters where the fruit lie.
Paris is where I learned how not to be afraid of anything.
How I now know of death.
Every morning was a surprise.
You could never know what Paris would throw at you next.
The man next to me was always there helping me learn.
I watched the women with such talent that I wanted to cry.
Wandering Paris was the best thin for me.

I'm being punished

1 Whoa! You startled me. I wasn’t expecting you here.
2 It’s been a real day for expectations. Where were you? I’ve been waiting here for an hour. You didn’t leave a note or—
1 I wasn’t planning on going anywhere—
2 I can see that. Where’s your coat?
1 I left the house in a hurry. I… um… my mother…
2 The hospital reached you? God, I’m sorry. That’s why—
1 The hospital?
2 They called me when they couldn’t get you.
1 I don’t understand.
2 Your mother. You said —
1 I ran out to buy some flowers for her. She’s been so down.
2 For three hours you’ve been buying flowers?
1 And then I drove around. I’ve had… a lot on my mind. But I’m fine now. Fine.
2 You didn’t go by the hospital?
1 No. Look, I’m freezing. Let’s go inside. Why did the hospital call? Does the doctor need my signature for more tests?
2 We have to go to the hospital.
1 I’ve had a terrible—
2 We have to go to the hospital. Now. The rest of your family is already there.
1 Oh. Oh no. Mom’s all right, isn’t she? Oh, no , she isn’t. I’m being punished… she’s dead.

My good friend Kate

Is it to late
Just to state
That I hate
Being late
My good friend Kate
She beleived in fate
And she to did hate
Just being late
She was my mate
She was no plate
So please don't hate
On my good friend Kate.

Going home

Long days

It's been one of those long days, where it seemed to drag on and you are going nowhere. I feel as if I'm going no where. It took the advice of one of our classmates and decided to quit writing for you. Now I write for myself. I say what I want to say. And if you say that my stuff sucks, technically it's all a first draft and all of it should be crap, I would just say ya I should know I'm the one who wrote it. I am not going to put space in the text so it's not so intimidating. It's for me not you I write not you me me me. It's all mine. I feel like a kid who won't share. But it is mine so if you have any crap to say throw it at me, I have a crap shield and I'm not scared to use it.