Ginger

Tina Silva | Friendship, Happiness, Personal | July 23, 2007

“Ginger”

You lay there silently
And don’t even make a peep
Breathing so slowly
Because you’re fast asleep

Always around me
From the time I wake my head
Throughout the entire day
And even when we go to bed

I can’t live my life
Without you by my side
Because you are my best friend
Until the day I die

We are both slightly different
I’m human and you, a dog
But that doesn’t change anything
In the eyes of God

He brought you in my world
Because I needed a friend
Who would stick by my side
Until the very end

I LOVE YOU GINGER!

Written By: Tina Silva

Living with Pounds

Tina Silva | Personal, Sickness, Sorrow | July 23, 2007

“Living with Pounds”

Battling this disease
A disease of eating much
What am I to do
What will I have for lunch?

It’s consuming my every thought
My every move and desire
I cannot even take a walk
Without even getting tired

I know it’s not healthy
To be the way I am
Everyone tries to help
But no one understands

Being fat hurts your soul
Depressed and low self esteem
Are things I have to live with
Can’t forget the problem with the beans

One day I hope all will be well
With who I am and where I stand
And the sound of wedding bells

Written By: Tina Silva

Feeling Ill

Tina Silva | Sickness | July 23, 2007

“Feeling Ill”

Feeling ill
And in bed
Took one pill
To calm my head

All these thoughts
Pictures and words
Are unfocused
And so absurd

Flashes of light
And corners with dark
Come and go
But leave their mark

My mind is wandering
Across the earth
Over the hills
And beneath the dirt

Way up high
And way down low
To my head
And to my toes

Close my eyes
And try to sleep
Into the dream world
My mind goes deep

Written By: Tina Silva

At Last

Holly | Personal, Sorrow | July 4, 2007

She sits there watching him slowly fade
Just sitting in silence alone and sad
Watching every last breath,
Already missing her dad.

Death is upon him, he’s pale and cold
Does he even know she’s there anymore?
When it does come she is as still as stone
Needing for it to stop, shaking her to her core

Before her eyes he disappears
Yet she still sits waiting and watching
Watching and waiting,
She still has not shed a tear

She finally gets up and moves around
But her mind is dark
Dark, like the empty windowless room,
where the lights burned out

Thinking she could have done something
and changed the past,
then she wouldn’t be here
Facing death at last.



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