tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23658495145049982272024-03-13T11:28:29.295-07:00Writings of a Teenage Drama QueenSabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-85292436689531772982012-04-09T23:00:00.002-07:002012-04-09T23:00:45.897-07:00Tell Me WhenIt’s hard to reach through all the bitterness, <br />
All the love and the hate and the fears, <br />
Emotions strongly rooted into place, <br />
Through things that dissolve you into tears. <br />
You may not want to but here’s the thing, <br />
You know you’ve changed and so have I, <br />
All I’m asking for is a small chance, <br />
I just want you to give it another try. <br />
I’m standing here with hands stretched out, <br />
I just want to be your friend, <br />
So once you’re ready, I’ll still be here. <br />
I’m offering; just tell me when.<br />
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~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-63515289046436511732012-03-05T01:34:00.002-08:002012-03-05T01:34:58.840-08:00WifeyHello my dear, how’s it going? Whatcha been up to my dear?<br />
Whatcha been doin? I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to appear.<br />
Thirteen more days! Only thirteen I say!<br />
Can you believe how fast time flies, day by day?<br />
I can’t count on my hands, fingers, and toes,<br />
How many times “You’re so beautiful!” arose.<br />
Inside my head of course…cuz that’s what you are,<br />
The most beautiful and gorgeous little lady by far.<br />
With many insides jokes to draw from,<br />
Wife and Wife we decided to become,<br />
For Facebook ordained it with its tagging status,<br />
Constantly pushing and nagging at us.<br />
We scare little children, but that’s okay,<br />
They’ll regret someday the way they ran away.<br />
Because we’d feed them with love and sugar,<br />
How much more could the little ones ask for?<br />
We suck at bowling, and trying on clothes,<br />
But I swear, that dripping ice cream required a hose.<br />
Oh, that’s what this’s for…*pulls out napkin*<br />
I got ice cream all over my arms, legs, and shin.<br />
Well, that was extremely fun,<br />
And who knew then what had begun?<br />
So, mah dear, you really are gorgeous,<br />
And I love you like ice cream, more or less.<br />
Because, I couldn’t live without ice cream,<br />
I would die, after a long, healthy, scream.<br />
So, thank you for being an amazing wife and friend,<br />
And I request, most humbly, that this relationship never end.<br />
So all others out there, BACK OFF, SHE’S MINE!<br />
Beka dear, will you be my Valentine?<br />
<br />
~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-31916255447564643732012-01-23T14:05:00.000-08:002012-01-23T14:05:35.078-08:00I've Missed this FeelingI’ve missed this feeling of butterflies, <br />
Of delicate wings tickling my tummy, <br />
Of feeling laughter bubbling up, <br />
This feeling of being happy. <br />
I’ve missed this time of silliness, <br />
Of always feeling giddy, <br />
Doodling hearts for a reason, <br />
The need to be witty. <br />
Dancing around in my pj’s, <br />
Singing songs until my voice cracks, <br />
Spinning in circles and staring into space,<br />
Realizing how much my life lacks. <br />
I’ve missed giggling and being hyper, <br />
Missed my heart beating fast, <br />
Missed accidentally blushing, <br />
Thinking how long it would last. <br />
I feel like chains have been removed, <br />
And it’s like I could fly, <br />
The wind beckoning softly,<br />
If only I lift my wings and try. <br />
I’ve missed this feeling, <br />
Of laughter and delight, <br />
The butterflies, the wings, <br />
Feeling like everything is right.<br />
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~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-41698138665855628212012-01-17T23:54:00.000-08:002012-01-17T23:54:18.101-08:00Loss of GravityIt’s like gravity’s suddenly been reversed,<br />
And you don’t know which way’s up,<br />
It’s like riding a roller coaster without a bar,<br />
And you can’t wait for it to stop.<br />
Your mind feels like sludge,<br />
And your words come out garbled,<br />
Your confusion never ending,<br />
Every sound leaving you startled.<br />
You’re upside down, then right side up,<br />
On the ground, then standing straight,<br />
You’re depressed, you’re pleased,<br />
You think it’s all worth the wait.<br />
You don’t know what to think,<br />
You’re confused, frustrated, alone,<br />
Content, free, exultant,<br />
Exasperated and on your own.<br />
You cover your ears and hide your face,<br />
Attempting to make it back to reality,<br />
There's gotta be a solution,<br />
But no one hears your plea.Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-47614260165841244302011-12-30T00:40:00.000-08:002012-01-04T07:23:47.475-08:00One HeartSitting on a park bench by myself, <br />
I see the empty space on the end, <br />
I turn my head slowly, eyes lowering, <br />
Wishing for someone I could confide in. <br />
Deserted and lonely and tired, <br />
I sit with hands clasped slightly, <br />
There’s no one here to help, <br />
To hold my hand tightly. <br />
A sea of overwhelming thoughts, <br />
A flood of loneliness and fears, <br />
No way to fight it, no way to stop it, <br />
Nothing to do but let out the tears.<br />
I stare down at my clasped hands, <br />
A pair, complete, two whole things, <br />
Two eyes, two ears, two feet, <br />
One heart; and what joy that brings. <br />
One heart, alone, as always, <br />
Will there ever be an end, <br />
To the pain, the suffering, <br />
The heart ache that it sends? <br />
The everlasting journey, <br />
To find my other heart, <br />
To fill the seat beside me, <br />
Without falling apart?<br />
My hands tightly clasped, <br />
Eyes lowered to the ground, <br />
Another day passes, <br />
Without my heart being found.<br />
<br />
~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-33493015610982400182011-11-03T14:10:00.000-07:002011-11-03T14:14:42.063-07:00Deceiving MyselfI'm pulling a blind over my eyes,<br />
Hiding quietly from myself,<br />
Never expressing my true feelings,<br />
Ignoring any queries about my health,<br />
I'm lying to my face,<br />
A blank mask in the form of a wall,<br />
There's a pounding against my shield,<br />
Something determined to make it fall,<br />
I'm lying for my heart,<br />
I'm lying in my head,<br />
I'm lying silently,<br />
As I'm filled full of dread,<br />
Where do the lies end,<br />
And reality begin?<br />
Where is the line drawn?<br />
When does it become a sin?<br />
Do people see right through me?<br />
Past the thick mask I've created?<br />
Is it only a matter of time,<br />
Before it's obliterated?<br />
So, when will it crumble?<br />
When will it fail?<br />
When will my lies be discovered,<br />
And what will it entail?<br />
Still, I pull the blind fast over my eyes,<br />
Hiding still more from myself, <br />
I blot out my emotions, betray my feelings,<br />
Stack them away on a hidden shelf.<br />
<br />
~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-4054816576191568262011-10-22T00:54:00.001-07:002011-10-22T00:54:56.025-07:00Where Did the Hours Go?You’re so cold, so invariably cold, <br />
You’re tired of disappointment, <br />
Tired of feeling lost without a hope, <br />
Doesn’t anyone understand?<br />
You’re so lonely, so horribly lonely, <br />
You’ve wasted so much of your time, <br />
Time you wish you’d never given, <br />
Oh how you wish you could take it all back. <br />
You feel sick, so incurably sick, <br />
Your stomach twisting painfully, <br />
Everything reminds you vividly of them, <br />
Why would God play this cruel trick? <br />
You’re so sad, so terribly sad, <br />
You wish you could feel happy, <br />
Where did all the hours go?<br />
You miss the time when you were whole.<br />
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~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-75690849920330285412011-10-14T16:26:00.000-07:002011-10-19T15:45:58.654-07:00What if?What if I like you so much I'm afraid to pray?<br />
Because I'm afraid my answer will be different from His.<br />
What if I like you so much that I want you here to stay?<br />
Because you understand me, you love me, you don't play silly tricks.<br />
What if I'm too attached to let you go?<br />
What will I do when you finally move on?<br />
I don't want to learn, don't want to grow,<br />
From a pain that will last, a pain that's so wrong.<br />
I feel too much too soon for anyone who cares,<br />
I plug my ears to block out the sound, <br />
Somebody save me from this fresh bout of tears,<br />
But sadly, as always, he's the only one around.<br />
<br />
~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-75776448167624079432011-10-14T16:24:00.000-07:002011-10-19T15:13:46.757-07:00PerspectiveI hate that feeling when my stomach falls again.<br />
I knew it would happen, but I hoped it wouldn’t be him.<br />
Why is my mind mixed up with so many things?<br />
It’s all there, but it’s him who I see.<br />
He sits there and looks at me, a growing pleasure,<br />
Of torturing, you know I’ll never know for sure.<br />
What does he actually think of me inside his head?<br />
Does he know how I’ve felt, what I did?<br />
How I sacrificed so much to talk to him?<br />
How I kept his secrets, his passions, his fibs? <br />
I'm too close, too confused to make a guess, <br />
So maybe I should step back to see the rest.<br />
<br />
~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-91132539527737799332011-09-10T06:31:00.000-07:002011-09-10T06:35:01.080-07:00Kind of DepressedI’m hollow. Carved out. No emotion except sadness left behind.<br />I’m empty. Alone. I want to find that one person who will be mine.<br />But how can I? I’m so young. That wish can’t come true.<br />I need to get my mind off him, but it’s something I can’t seem to do.<br />I always feel so inadequate, and argue with my friends,<br />About unimportant things, like looks, that always seems to offend.<br />It’s not my intention; I just can’t seem to express myself,<br />They don’t seem to understand; I could be jeopardizing my health,<br />Okay, that’s not true. Crying never hurt anyone,<br />And that’s all I do; hide in a corner, cry, and avoid having fun,<br />Because it’s not really fun; not when I’m always so low,<br />Excuse this poem; it just helps my feelings flow,<br />Unending sorrow; that’s not the right explanation,<br />Feels like there’s no tomorrow; this isn’t the right description.<br />Sometimes I just feel like crying and staying in bed,<br />“Life sucks” and “love stinks”, both things the world said.<br />How that applies to now, you figure it out,<br />I just feel so insecure, so much doubt.<br />People pressure me a lot, and I can’t make decisions,<br />I’m always so impulsive and quick in my conclusions.<br />They lead to things I don’t like and bad situations,<br />Like Romeo, and Chelsea, and bad inspirations.<br />I’d explain, but I’m ashamed. I feel alone, but I know I’m not,<br />I’m not ugly, I’m rather vain. Its just attention I’ve sought.<br />Some pictures I really don’t like, and hate when others do,<br />Because they think I hate myself, which I try to say isn’t true.<br />But then I’m laughed at and called….well, vain.<br />And that kind of thing drives me insane.<br />I hate being dismissed with words like “duh” and “whatever”,<br />It makes me feel like lying in bed, frozen, forever.<br />So this is all. And I’ve finally confessed.<br />As you can see, I’m kind of depressed.<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-22447401193743312022011-08-26T18:48:00.000-07:002011-09-10T06:40:11.100-07:00GoneDo you hate me? Do you want me to go away?<br />Do you love me? Do you want me to stay?<br />Cuz I dunno what’s going on with you,<br />But I’m trying to move on, that’s your cue,<br />Step up, act like a man, raise your chin,<br />Let me shake your hand, let’s part as friends,<br />Trust me when I explain, I really liked you,<br />I wish we could’ve worked, but it wasn’t true,<br />I made a promise to myself and to God,<br />And I am trying my best to hold to the Iron Rod,<br />Stop enticing me, leave my head alone,<br />I know you don't mean to, but you make me feel so alone,<br />And you make me feel bad, because everyone says I was a jerk,<br />But I'm not ready for love, all I meant was to flirt,<br />And you scared me, don't you understand me by now?<br />But you're gone, you forgot, it doesn't matter how.Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-52498228194373622742011-07-30T20:53:00.000-07:002011-07-30T23:07:50.324-07:00FishingStinky, cold, wet, dirty,<br />Staying up until 10:30,<br />Slimy, nasty, icky, gross,<br />Feel like washing in a hose,<br />Is there a hose? Not right here,<br />The wind is blowing, the sky's not clear,<br />My hair is tangled and full of dirt,<br />Pulling a brush through it hurts.<br />Fishing stinks, fishing's stupid,<br />And my appearance does nothing to help Cupid.<br />Wish I was home, wish I could take a shower,<br />Wish for some other food, I'm feeling kind of sour.<br />Time is passing slowly, I'm falling asleep,<br />Next moment I'm in the water, feeling like I should weep.<br />Or maybe it's could...I would, too,<br />But there's people around, so there's nothing I can do.<br />Stinky, cold, wet, dirty-<br />Is that a cute guy getting flirty?<br />Fun times, good times, happy as can be,<br />I'm dip-netting, fishing, clear skies (as far as I can see).Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-78921180737253146842011-07-15T22:59:00.000-07:002011-07-15T23:05:10.406-07:00Self ConfidenceThe fog is closing in,<br />Blocking out the light,<br />My confidence is dim,<br />I feel lost, without my sight.<br />It’s hard to make decisions,<br />When you’re bombarded constantly,<br />With everyone’s opinions,<br />But how they see is not for me.<br />Sometimes I lose my patience,<br />And that causes some repercussions,<br />I lose what respect I used to have,<br />But you know I've gained self confidence.<br />I’ve learned to be myself,<br />And to ignore the many insults,<br />I’m comfortable as me (sort of),<br />And I’m happy with the results.<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-50799519086813970962011-07-14T13:10:00.000-07:002011-07-14T13:11:13.150-07:00Mr. RightLove hurts, even if it isn't true,<br />Sometimes they say they're in love,<br />But later you realize, not with you,<br />But you can't begin holding a grudge,<br />You've got to move on and find someone better,<br />You're one of a kind, unique, embrace it,<br />If they don't see that, don't be sending them letters,<br />They're not worth it, you have to face it.<br />Believe me when I say, I know what you're going through,<br />And I know how hard it is to let them go,<br />Sometimes it seems they don’t have a clue,<br />And you can’t help thinking “they should know”,<br />But you’re still young yet,<br />Still naïve in the ways of life,<br />And sometimes we like to forget,<br />And cause ourselves grief and strife,<br />Please don’t make yourself unhappy,<br />Please forget about him and be who you are,<br />Move on, live your life, smile and be happy,<br />Do this and you know you’ll go far,<br />Have faith and be strong,<br />Pray to God each day and night,<br />And you know it won’t take too long,<br />For Him to send you Mr. Right.<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-6606929497440754822011-06-03T14:52:00.000-07:002011-06-03T14:53:48.622-07:00MusingsFriends who make me feel guilty for things that are in the past,<br />People who make me so angry I feel like I’ll explode with a blast.<br />Sometimes life is just too crazy for me to understand why,<br />I just have to sit down for a while so I don’t start to cry.<br />Sometimes I wonder why God sends me these little *cough* big trials,<br />Things that I really don’t want to face, that make me go the extra miles,<br />Broken hearts, broken glass, burns from the oven and pins on the floor,<br />Unexpected pain, unknown hurt, all things that will help us through that door,<br />That’ll lead us to our perfect lives, our soul mates, and Him,<br />So I think, don’t give up, even if the light at the end of the tunnel is dim,<br />People tell me “Your friends are invaluable. Treasure them. Remember, life is good.<br />Be who you are, and who you want to be. Be the little engine that could.”<br />And I’ve chosen to believe it, to embrace it, to live it. Like I said to Mr. Brown:<br />“Live life to the fullest. Love with all your heart. And laugh until the tears come streaming down.”<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-40460719148735558532011-05-31T00:00:00.001-07:002011-05-31T00:19:03.482-07:00Picture that PoemA friend of mine put my poems on a couple pictures she took, and I thought they looked really cool and were worth sharing.<br /><br />(Helpful hint: Click on the title of the poem to read the poem, click on the picture to see the full size picture ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://writingsofateenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-me.html">Love Me </a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249414_1771841051739_1110653027_1574063_4182763_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 417px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249414_1771841051739_1110653027_1574063_4182763_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://writingsofateenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-you-hurt-my-heart.html">Will You Hurt My Heart?</a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227838_1771912493525_1110653027_1574106_4165923_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 215px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/228014_1771852212018_1110653027_1574069_2946695_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://writingsofateenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/04/afraid.html">Afraid</a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227268_1771860692230_1110653027_1574078_5109106_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 371px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227268_1771860692230_1110653027_1574078_5109106_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227838_1771912493525_1110653027_1574106_4165923_n.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227838_1771912493525_1110653027_1574106_4165923_n.jpg"></a><a href="http://writingsofateenagedramaqueen.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-i-really-want-is-you.html">All I Really Want Is You</a><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227838_1771912493525_1110653027_1574106_4165923_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 379px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/227838_1771912493525_1110653027_1574106_4165923_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Look for her pictures at <a href="http://picturethatmelody.blogspot.com/">http://PictureThatMelody.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-19245025310477018152011-05-30T12:06:00.000-07:002011-05-30T13:54:02.461-07:00AppearanceI stare into the mirror almost 24/7,<br />Examining my face, my eyes, my hair,<br />I wasn’t self-conscious til the year I turned eleven,<br />Now when I see myself I think “it isn’t fair”.<br />“I’m not as pretty as the other girls”,<br />“I’m not skinny enough”,<br />No matter how perfectly my hair curls,<br />I’ve still got it rough,<br />My nose is too big, my eyes are too small,<br />My face is blotchy and I’ve got zits on my hairline,<br />I wish I had a wig, I wish I wasn’t tall,<br />When I ask how I look, everyone says “fine”.<br />But I don’t want fine, I don’t want plain,<br />I want to shine, not hide in shame.<br />I wish my eyes weren't muddy brown,<br />I wish they'd make people think how brightly they gleam,<br />I wish that when I look in the mirror I wouldn't frown,<br />I wish that none of me was really as it seems.<br />Am I being selfish? Shallow? …naive?<br />How sad it makes me you couldn't believe.<br />Who am I? Why am I here? I'm not pretty, I'm not cute,<br />I am sure as anything not gorgeous, these compliments are mute.<br />Maybe in time...I'll learn to cope,<br />Maybe in time...that's what I hope.<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-85603456967910094602011-05-29T22:34:00.000-07:002011-05-29T22:35:51.933-07:00Simple Things"Be grateful for the simple things",<br />That’s what they always say,<br />But until a couple days ago,<br />I didn’t really appreciate.<br />What things I have this day and age,<br />How little I have to deal with,<br />But something has changed inside me,<br />I know now that life is a gift.<br />The thought of the work those pioneers did,<br />Makes me want to cry,<br />The thought of those who died for freedom,<br />Always makes me sigh.<br />A two week old who died of cold,<br />No shelter or enclosure,<br />An 11 year old boy protecting his brother,<br />Died of over exposure.<br />Imagine all the struggles they had,<br />Imagine what they did,<br />How they crossed the plains with pride,<br />They survived because they didn’t quit.<br />I’m grateful for all the little things,<br />And the Pioneers won’t die in vain,<br />They accomplished what God asked of them,<br />And their memory will always remain.<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-15028226950964271832011-05-13T21:11:00.000-07:002011-05-14T14:38:00.339-07:00Perfect FitYou’re scared, and you know it,<br />You’re acting a fool, and you show it,<br />You’re heart has been snatched up,<br />And now’s not the time to give up.<br />You’ve got to go for the win,<br />You’ve got a chance, however slim.<br />Being apart isn’t good for your health,<br />Do what others didn’t, believe in yourself,<br />You and him are perfect together,<br />You can talk about anything, including the weather.<br />Sometimes fighting is hard, but it only makes you stronger,<br />However much you fight, you know you’ll hold longer.<br />Be the example for those who lose hope,<br />Don’t give up, even if you’re on a downward slope,<br />I want to cry because you guys are losing,<br />Please don’t give up, look at the path you’re choosing,<br />You know you can do it, and so do I,<br />You can make this work, or better, you can make it FLY.<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-42144075353234831652011-05-02T23:59:00.000-07:002011-05-03T00:07:43.685-07:00We Broke UpYou WHAT?!<br />You idiot, you blockhead, you pile of trash,<br />You carcass face, you nasal face, I’ll burn you in a flash,<br />Go thou and fill another room in hell,<br />Go bang your head inside a bell!<br />Point your feet where thou and mine shall henceforth never meet!<br />I hope you go into a crowded room and can’t find a seat!<br />I’ll boil you in oil, castor oil! Savory brew, boyface stew!<br />You dull worm, you slime face, you thin faced knave!<br />From her hands her heart she willingly gave!<br />You abomination to mankind, you odd ball, you creep!<br />Watch out, I’ll cut your throat when you sleep!<br />Die horrid monster! Die crooked fool!<br />You dishonorable boy, you freak, that was uncool!<br />What’s that you say? It was a joke?<br />You weirdy, *poke*<br /><br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-48693228740063894162011-04-28T22:02:00.000-07:002011-04-28T22:03:13.099-07:00Will You Hurt My Heart?So young and innocent, still small and naive,<br />Dreaming of a Prince Charming who’ll sweep her off her feet<br />Drawing hearts on paper with boy’s names scribbled there,<br />With a hope in her heart as she combs her hair,<br />She’s growing older, I find it weird,<br />It used to be monsters in the closet were all that she feared,<br />Now, I find papers strewn across the floor, torn apart,<br />They have words scribbled on them “Will you hurt my heart?”<br />Time passes quickly, and I better embrace it,<br />Spend more time with her, shelter her, but I’ve got to face it,<br />She’s growing up fast, and time won’t wait,<br />So I guess I better stop writing, lest I be too late.<br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-47799855669520756932011-04-28T13:42:00.000-07:002011-04-28T15:13:24.788-07:00AfraidIt’s hard not to let my frustration show,<br />But I don’t want anyone to know,<br />The struggles that go on inside my head,<br />That stream out in tears when I’m in bed,<br />There are so many choices I could take,<br />But I don’t want to repeat my past mistake,<br />So I sit silent with a smile on my face,<br />Wishing that somehow I could leave this place,<br />I let my emotions flow sometimes,<br />But then I bottle it up deep inside,<br />Just like so many times before,<br />I lock the windows and bolt the door,<br />I pull down the shade,<br />Because I’m afraid, <br />No one else ever allowed inside,<br />Not since the day he lied.<br /><br /><br /><br />~Bri~Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-61546053855094452462011-04-26T12:31:00.000-07:002011-04-28T10:08:04.503-07:00Let Him Go<div style="text-align: left;">I can’t,<br />It’s too hard,<br />Too difficult,<br />I can’t let him go.<br />I want,<br />I wish,<br />That he could be with me,<br />Wish he could see.<br />How much I miss him,<br />How much I wish,<br />I could kiss him,<br />Its time,<br />To let him go,<br />That’s what they say,<br />But I don’t know.<br />I’m fine,<br />That’s what I tell them,<br />Its okay,<br />That’s what I say,<br />Lies,<br />No hellos,<br />Only good byes,<br />Only cons, no pros<br /><br />~Bri~</div>Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-47430493380246556352011-04-26T12:26:00.000-07:002011-04-28T15:17:07.121-07:00Intoxicating<div style="text-align: left;">Like hugs from behind,<br />That smell that’s just him,<br />The way I catch my breath,<br />When I see him 'cross the room,<br />His touch on my arm,<br />The way he holds me close,<br />His breath on my ear,<br />Like a velvet rose.<br />The butterflies I feel,<br />Whenever he is near,<br />The way that I know,<br />I’ve got nothing to fear,<br />The feel of his hand,<br />Holding onto mine,<br />Wishing I could stay here,<br />Wish to stop the time.<br /><br />~Bri~</div>Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365849514504998227.post-55692759611340435042011-04-23T13:10:00.001-07:002011-04-28T10:08:52.167-07:00Sonja's Studio<div style="text-align: left;">I stepped foot, for the first time in ages,<br />Into a large studio, full of memories, past pages,<br />Of times from before, when I used to dance,<br />Though you couldn’t tell that of me from first glance,<br />The walls painted purple, just like before,<br />The ceiling, the walls, but not the floor,<br />That is polished wood, shining and bright,<br />With the mirrors and the bars it’s a wondrous sight,<br />Across the room there’s a pan of chalk,<br />I remember it well, for it helped me walk,<br />Helped me spin gracefully and jump high in the air,<br />Like I could fly away without a care,<br />Maybe that’s just my imagination,<br />Something of my mind’s own creation,<br />But as I stood in the entrance, that feeling came back,<br />I took off my sweater, and something slipped through a crack,<br />I began to dance again, just like before,<br />My body moved in graceful tilts across the floor,<br />I felt free, a feeling of grace took over,<br />As I spun, dipped, and maneuvered,<br />My hair flew around me in furious flurries,<br />My mind was far away in a place with no worries,<br />But regretfully my mind came back, my worries returned,<br />I pulled on my sweater, and slowly I turned,<br />As I walked towards the door, I stopped, then slowly looked back,<br />I smiled slightly, leaving that room with a feeling I had long since lacked.<br /><br />~Bri~</div>Sabrina Hatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756330671948778726noreply@blogger.com0