Biography of Melissa Coventry
The quintessential dreamer... One to always have my head in the clouds but thinks like my feet are on the ground...
A story teller my nature... dramatic and action are my personality genres... but being the comedy of company is my best hit...
A walking body of quotes.. As a profound quote is summary of a life experience and lesson.. that always isn't fully understood until the mistake is made that a profound quote warned us of... Thus the beauty of life.
.: .Quote (the short version of wisdom) .: .
Youl will never know unless you ask the question and have the time to listen...
Melissa Coventry Poems
Drive To Learn, Need To Succeed...
Bogged down, By too many pages due, Essays and reports, With more creative ideas,
Take me to the place my body seeks, In a swirl of water: torrents, rains and streams, Place me among the wet sands absorbing my tears, And once again I shall be allowed to breathe.
* Way Back Then, When...
Remember way back then, when, Your rose when the sun did, But you couldn’t tell the time, Way back then, when,
Do it as daddy says, Do that even without ask, Do it with high expectation, Do it better, do to… perfection.
Bye Bye Baby...
It’s so hard... lately worse, To say goodbye to you, Unravel my body from yours, Let go of your strong hands,
Leading Up To Friday
Its comes to so naturally, A sigh of dread, a sigh of relief, From Monday to Thursday, It’s been a rough week.
Caught in a spin, Coiled in a twist, My hands are tied, My mouth is zipped.
The silent youth, Never speaking a word, Jumping at movements, not sound, And looking constantly glum,
* Can'T Be Your Fool.
I can’t be your fool, your fool. Can’t be wrapped in cellophane, Put on a pink and white display. I can’t be doting or pleasing,
*i Should Write...
.: . For Hamster :) .: . I should write to her, At least tell I am alive,
Please world don’t be too harsh, On this boy I love so much, I know the truth is hurting and I lie to heal the wound, But when the crunch comes closer, it is he that will burn.
Cries Of A Silent Voice…
Hazy mist fills my minds, Fills me up, glazes my eyes, Cripples my body, Makes me cold…
Schools Out? Not Yet.
The echo of footsteps, Fills the empty dim-lit walls. Schools out? No yet, I’m still here and with the zest,
Mother's Stolen Baby
Is insanity a distraction? For the smothered rage I feel, Pointed at you, Who ripped that child born,
It’s A State Of Despair…
What a country we live in,
When free speech is converted to a whisper,
When a peaceful protest is a terrorist act,
And when good education,
Has gone to the gutter.
When our health system,
Is on the rocks and doesn’t work,
It’s just a choke.