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"THIS THING I CALL LIFE"
SURROUNDED BY DEPRESSION MY LIFE HAS BEEN DRAWN,WITH TOO MANY HARDSHIPS LEFT TO OVERCOME. DREARY YET GREY THESE THINGS WILL SOON BE OKAY. OVERWHELMED BY CAOUS I FEEL INSIDE IAM TRUELY LOST. UNDERSTANDING MY PROBLEMS IS NOT THE CASE. IT DOESNT ADD UP TO WHAT I HAVE TO FACE. ALL AROUND PEOPLE ARE WONDERING IF LIFE IS WORTH LIVING? DESPITE THIS WORLDS CYNICAL WAYS: THERE IS STILL MUCH GIVING. ALONG THE WAY I HAVE LEARNED TO SAY WHAT I THINK AND FEEL. TO REDEEM MYSELF FROM SITUATIONS THAT HAVE KEPT LIFE SO REAL. ON THE VERGE OF SLIPPING UNDER, THE DEPTH THAT LIFE CAN BRING. BEING A TRUE PERSON CAN HELP YOU UNVEAL MANY THINGS. REMEMBER: LIFE IS NOT A GAME EVERYONE HAS DIFERENT JOUNEYS,YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE TO BLAME

"DREAMS"
WHILE YOU'VE BEEN GONE, IVE RELIZED SOME THINGS.LIKE LIVING LIFE WITHOUT YOU MAKES ME FEEL LIKE IVE LOST MY DREAMS.JUST THE SMELL OF YOUR SKIN SOOTHES MY SENSATIONS.THE WAY YOUR FINGERS LACE PERFECTLY TO MY OWN RELIEVES MY FRUSTRATIONS. ONLY INSIDE YOUR HEART WILL YOU KNOW THE WAY OUR LOVE WILL ALWAYS GROW. I WILL DEDICATE MY LIFE TO LOVING YOU RIGHT, THE WAY THINGS SHOULD BE. NOT ALWAYS A FIGHT. TOGETHER WE'LL WORK THROUGHOUT THE TEARS AND TRIOMPH WITH YEARS SPENT BUILDING OUR DREAMS.
 
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I LOVE PRETTY WATERFALLS
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"look before you act"
Im sorry for what did, i cannot believe that what you did was wrong.
I thought maybe you were headstrong.The way you treated me, the way you treated you mom;it's all the same when you put it all to your heart. was it all fun and games,like you thought it would be? or was it just a waiste of your time to go all the way through with it? You only get one chance, opportunity only rings once. Life can bring you so many things,pretty wtches and diamond rings. life is what you make it babe.think before you act,look at it in every direction. even one way you dont wanna look. seeong how that one way to look is : the way you always should.
Dedicated To: Matt.Netter

"Ignored"
Ignored, Ignored .
This is all I feel ,through pain and emptyness that is so real. Sorrow engraved inside my soul, now there arises a deep hole. I thought the pain had gone away, but still it is there day after day. Untill the sun looses its shine, and I am no longer left behind will this hurt and pain go away: and I am no longer left to stay.

 
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"Changed Family"
So much love and so much hate, it's all been concieved unto one soul. A soul that has not completly devolped quite yet. Family left behind when she is needed most. despaire left in one;s heart: and cold nights without a loved one's touch. Kindred sprit fly high as the eagles; soar like the wind blows. Throughout life this will change and one's soul will glide with it's destiny in this small child's life. For being kept apart, soon enough the hate and despaire will end and the diminished child and ignored grandmother's heart's will meand. All in good time this shall pass.

"""ANGUISH"
I TOLD HIM HOW I FEEL, NOW WELL SEE WHAT CHANGES. CANT HE UNDERSTAND WEVE BEEN GETTING TROUGH LIFE IN STAGES. EASILY FORGOTTEN:
THATS  HOW IVE SPENT THE LAST FEW NIGHTS. I CANT TAKE THIS, IT DOESNT FEEL RIGHT.I KNOW FOR SURE IM NOT THE ONE WHOS LOST SIGHT.IF HE FINDS ME, I HOPE HE CAN. THINGS WILL GET BETTER, WELL BE HAND IN HAND. JUST TO GET THROUGH ANOTHER DAY IN TIME TO GET HOME, KNEAL AND PRAY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT IVE KEPT INSIDE, ALONG MY JOURNEY IVE LEARNED TO HIDE. I FEEL ANGUISH IN MY HEART, PLEASE DONT LET THIS TEAR US APART. MY WORDS ARE STRONG, BUT MY ACTIONS STRONGER. I JUST CANT FEEL THIS WAY ANY LONGER. GIVE ME PATIENCE, GIVE ME STRENGHTH, HELP ME SURPASS THESE FEELINGS FILLED WITH HATE. IF SUCESS IS NOT MADE, I WILL RETURN TO ANGUISH;BOW MY HEAD AND CRY ALL ALONE.
 
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*This poem describes how I feel today:06/07/08

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"Get Up"
Sitting in a room all alone, staring at the wall. I'm by myself at home wishing you could call. I have nothing to do so I guess I'll think of you. I want to get up and walk out the door: but I can't seem to make my feet touch the floor. Before I can get uo it's nine 'o' clock and you'r still not here. Maybe I'll take a walk, It's not like there's anything to fear. Then when I can finaly stand up so my feet touch the floor, you come into my room: so I'm not all alone. You get me up and take me home.

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