Biography of laterressa fowler
Hmm, what 2 say. Well,1st of all i moved around alot, so i had 2 find a way 2 get things 2 my liking. U get used 2 leaving things b-hind after awhile.
i'm a really shy type of person.2 those who aren't my family that is. theres alot 2 figure out but i will. i think, lol.
i love reading, listening 2 music and singing along, (bad habit, lol.) , playing n the rain with my sis, and, of course, writing poems. i actually read the dictionary for words unknown 2 me. told u i get bored fast. but i can't pronounce half of them, lol. or remember'em.
And im open 2 ne suggestions from ne 1 here, so dont b shy 2 tell me a few hints or so. oh, and please leave a comment on the poems u like.thankz!
laterressa fowler Poems
Hurting inside but no one knows, no one but this girl inside. Wishing beyond wish that this girl will just go, leave me in peace where my own thoughts can destroy me.
This Is Who I Am
Theres heart-ache where these tears come from. Attached to them a life time of hurts caused by too many hopes gone awry.
All Accounts Of Feelings
there are things to be said about how one feels, each feeling has a name, each one has a different sort of meaning. so how can one be certain what shes feeling if these feelings change so often that its harder and harder to sort them out.
No matter how hard you try, sometimes its just not hard enough.No matter how much you cry, a river of tears will never dew. No matter how much you pray, sometimes its not enough.
Have you ever felt like there's more to life besides the smiles and the faces. The feelings and betrayals. The laughter and the tears. Have you ever walked down a street one night feeling like your being watched but yet you didn't turn for fear of what you might see.
I had the joy of seeing faces light with pleasure. smiles in places and dreams in their eyes.
I've been sitten here for the past hour thinking about what to write. You'd think with everything I have on my mind, I could write something down.
Go Ahead And Laugh, Little One, Laugh To Your Hearts Desires. Go Ahead And Laugh, Little One, Laugh Like You'll Stop.
No not another poem. not even something remotely down. Lets just say its something that needs to be cleared up. So this is all about me. I'm not going to lie just to make things easier. I've learned it does nothing but make disapointments. I might act like I don't care for getting close but its my way of protecting my-self; no one else to fault but my own. I really hate that people think I'm a push over cause its not true. I like giving, unlike some, it really does make me happy. I want to be close but I've been told I can be intimidating. All honesty, if thats what they think its cause they didn't try hard enough. It doesn't take much to make me happy.
Deep breath, eyes on the pale white flesh of the inside of your wrist. Veins that look healthy, a palish blu. Knowing the very place those veins are trying to supply with blood. Knowing all to well, its to late. for the very thing they supply has turned ice cold. Refusing to allow the blood to heat it up, to make it whole again.
The quiet of the night, almost eery yet serene; peaceful. Crickets playing lryics to the wind as it picks up leaves and swirls and dips them in all directions. Walking in peace for only the darkness allows you to surrender your-self from day-to-day head aches. Watching the leaves dance and trees swaying to the music the wind and crickets create.
Have you ever felt like there's more to life besides the smiles and the faces. The feelings and betrayals. The laughter and the tears.
Have you ever walked down a street one night feeling like your being watched but yet you didn't turn for fear of what you might see.
Have you ever felt that you were falling through a black hole and that the shadows were reaching for you but not to pull you up but to bring you down and all you can think is, ' someone, help me, please, their pulling me under