| Diedre Quintana...my beautiful 17 yr old daughter wrote this poem on St.Patricks Day 2001... UNTITLED... I need this time ...I spend with you. ...Its blissful....its fun.....tis true... .I hate it here...but not much I do ... .can prove it that....I do love you..... .She can take my freedom,yes.....but she causes my life a mess.....I love you MOTHER, ....nothings changed!!....just think of it this way.....WE ARE NOT DERANGED...These chains that hold me...break so easily.... but new ones come and go....I go thru them like kids do socks...so what do I have to show? ....I am not bad ....I am not mean....... I dont need this...the truth is unseen.... everything is gone...my family and friends ......the fear of us not re-uniting and making amends is so strong.......... I love the time I spend with you.... its blissful....is fun....Its happy. ...tis true....I dont want anything more ...than to be with you....it will happen some day....I know....you know.......WE do.....(by D.Q.) |
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BITCH I'm sick and tired of being used, I told you that once before, but what I said didnt seem to matter you still thought I was a whore you thought you could get a piece and steal my heart away you told me your lies and told me I should stay you knew my heart was NOT in your hands but was getting there piece by piece I moved slowly closer to who I thought would treat me like a masterpiece I came by to see you but you acted like an ass you acted like you didnt know me like you were upper class that really hurt me deep inside How could you do such a thing? just because I left you, doesnt mean you cant treat me like a human being!! (by D.Q.)
Untitled.. I'm in so much pain, but people just dont care, they dont want to see it, they dont "feel like it" they dont want to know I'm not important and they agree I want to stop feeling this agony that runs thru my veins like heroine to Kurt Cobain I cry , I hurt, I mourn, I am nothing and will not be anything, and no-one cares.
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THINK HARD I gave up the idea of sleep several hours ago thoughts of you cross my mind keep me up still, even tomorrow walking in circles in the vessels of my mind staring blankly at the wall living in darkness in my soul waiting for the sky to fall in on me pictures of you, photos of others I know which one is best the one I stop to look at more than the rest banging my head against the wall feeling no pain in my head but I know the pain is there. |
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FOR ALWAYS If we help each other out along the way then maybe everything will be OK who decides if you'll succeed? Who decides those things you want and need? Looking back on all those times together All the smiles, all the tears I never want to see those smiles fade What have we done?? What can we do? we search our whole life for the truth for always and always and always I know sometimes we'll disagree but no-one here can absolutely see we're all just learning as we go theres something in this world we just dont know.
THE SPACE AROUND ME The space around me seems to be fading the essence of good and evil apparently are mating the air is caving in and leaving me high and dry with nothing left to hang on to but I dont know exactly why I feel absent of acknowledgement and I am stripped of my right to speak I once was strong with words of wisdom but now have grown very weak It fades away as time has passed It seems to be buried deep I try to reveal it with much effort but its afraid to come out until I sleep My words of wisdom have done no good so now what do I do? I find my true self slowly drifting reconsidering what I thought I knew The space around me seems to be fading the essence of good and evil apparently are mating. Theres more from Diedre.... her pain does not end here...oh no... As long as evil holds our family in its grip The pain continues....here are more her poems.... Written thru-out the summer of 2001...
Doesnt this look JUST like her???
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