Tina J. Dang
Biography of Tina J. Dang
basically. i write poems when i stress. about something. and i love life. and i love my poems. and i think i`m pretty good if i say so myself =P. i`m 5'4 and i`m young. i`m vietnamse//chinese. if u want to check out more about me go to my myspace: www.myspace.com/teenuhweenuh14.
Tina J. Dang's Works:
my poetry is history in the making. ((no books yet)) . but i`m in a book from the international poetry.. thing.
Tina J. Dang Poems
For Anyone With Cancer Or Some Sickness
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground?
Longing For You
I long for you, the glow in your smile that lights up my day, and when you`re not here, i lose my way.
I Never Knew You
they told me you were great but hurt so much inside. they said you said you loved them the same night you died. but now ill never know you but i reall wish i could. they tell im just like you and very misunderstood.
uncertain her tears stream down her face the emotion shes feeling is somewhat displaced she feels no joy, happy or glee she feels no sorrow, guilt or greed.
Keep On Going ((Dedicated To Loryn A.))
just keep on going we all have bad days we all have emotions that get in our way
In the corner of a circle, On the curved side of a square, There is a dark spot That people wish just wasn't there.
the night was dreary and the rain came down he said; lets go on a ride. away from this town. all through the ride, he had nothing to say. it was as if something was on his mind, something in the way.
My Dark Angel
Every one has an angel Who watches from above To make them feel safe And always feel loved
I Love You
written with a pen sealed with a kiss if you love me please tell me this
the pain is penetrating, crawling under my skin. fear is what i live on, my hope is wearing thin.
a fragile soul cries into the night a crime is happening, nobody is in sight. careless neighbors turn out their lights, she tries so hard with all her might.
paranoia, my dearest friend screaming out your bitter end. of sweet succession soon to bend. what these sad lives have tried to mend.
The Only Thing
the only thing that keeps me from dying makes me want to die. the only thing keeping me from crying
the pain is penetrating,
crawling under my skin.
fear is what i live on,
my hope is wearing thin.
faith is walking away from me,
fear is all i have.
the words of love and kindness,
no longer forms a path.
all the good inside me,