IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a serious page that has alot to do with deep, unethical poems of misunderstanding. If you can't sit there and feal the pain, please leave. All poems are origional.
What Could Have Been
By: Jean Fan
June 12, 2003
By his grave today I stand
Reminiscing the past
As the ocean blows
His sebastion maroon hair once shimmered like all that was great
And aquamarin eyes
Of which are as deep as the ocean seas
His future glowing in golden sapphires
But all was thrown away
He fell for thos of a beautiful surface
Instead of heart and soulful being
He wasted his life
By his tombstone a red rose waves
Representing the love that he could have experienced
But it was too late
It was too late for alot of things
[in dedication of (whose name I cannot say) who showed light and laughter to all only to fall victim to a world of shallowness]
Mirror
By: Jean Fan
September 18, 2003
Just lying on the couch
Tears dripping down my nose
Sprinkling onto the pillow
That softly cushins my head
As my parents yell out words of hate and destruction
And still they wonder why I am like this
Just look in the mirror
The answer will be there
[the truth is out there whether you like it or not and if you don't hear it from me, you'll hear it from someone else so just face up to it]
Sacrifices
By: Jean Fan
September 26, 2003
My forever friend
Who took away the pain
One who is loyal and always there for me
Taken by power beyond my control
Leaving me here
In tears and sorrow
To see her again I gave up my word
To see her again I gave up the truth
To see her again I gave up myself
Just to see her flow down the river canals
In the arms of another
She smiled sincerely
And said she was happy now
Of all the sacrifeces I've made
In the end
It was all worth it
[dedicated to Ollie, a forever friend who though did not speak smiled with the love of a thousand words; there are things in this world that one cherishes, no matter what the isks don't let go and never regret a single step of your life]
To Live
By: Jean Fan
October 18, 2003
Weekdays spent in school
Saterdays jailed in SAT class
Sundays imprisoned at home
As my parents make me study
They've taken away my friend
They've taken away my joy
They've taken away my love
I don't want fame
I don't want money
I just want to live
[you only live for so long, enjoy your life while you have it]
World
By: Jean Fan
October 20, 2003
I see the world as a cruel place of misunderstanding. Selfishness and greed surrounds every corner. A place where we honor people of entertainment and follow in the footsteps of something we don't even know. A planet where knowledge and technolodgy is used to destroy life. A place where intellegence dominate. No world is perfect and this one isn't even close.
[blinded in pride and glory one never sees the negatives of every action, there is a negative consequence to every action even if you origionally set out to do good; protest against the war with Iraq for we are truly no bettee then they are]
True Misery
By: Jean Fan
February 27, 2004
What were his word
They did not hear
What were their words
Swept through his mind
And buried itself in his soul
Slowly decaying over his heart
This was misery
[whats the point of having a voice if no one's there to hear it? make your voice be heard; protest against tyranny school governments]
