Biography of Dama Tristeza
I was born in Long Island Jewish Hospital in Queens, NYC. I've moved upstate since then. I'm fourteen (finally! ! ^-^) . I started writing some time around December or January, I think. I went to a private school for 7 1/2 years, then got homeschooled for almost a year. I'm a sophmore in highschool this year. I write my poetry and songs based on my feelings and things that happen/have happened to me. Please feel free to post comments about and/or rate my work. In fact, I'd appreciate it.
Dama Tristeza's Works:
Survival: Explained. Nah, just kidding, but by the time I raise my own kids, I hope to have written something similar to a survival guide to life.
Dama Tristeza Poems
I hate, hate that I can't trust I hate,
Alone, Alone I'm sitting at home, Alone.
I laugh, To pretend there's no pain. I laugh, To make you feel okay.
Am I your friend, Fighting depression? Am I your sister, Making a bad impression?
Harmful Oppressive Next to impossible Extremely difficult
I Am Me
This is me; I won't change.
Why love? Why hate? Does it last? No, that's fate.
I took a shot, Or maybe two; Something to take away this thought.
I Made A Mistake
I'm tired of wakin' up To this same story. Life's h*ll, I hate But there's no glory.
I. A.M. M.E.
Inappropriate at best Aggravating Mistrustful
Torn and broken, on the floor. Was this my wish, or something more? The one thing I can never get back, Is gone now, no matter the regret.
Why get up to another day? Another day of hurt and pain. What's the point of this misery?
You'll never know how much it hurts, To lie 'cause I can't tell the truth.
Helpless, Part 2
How can I help you? Make you see, It's not that I hate you, This pain is just too much for me.
What’s Right For Us
I hardly know where to begin
When everything I wanted feels like sin.
Day in and day out, I’m fighting myself
How can something this good bring about all hell?
There’s right…then there’s wrong,
And it’s time I know with whom I belong.