100 Questions

100 Questions 
You ask, “Whatcha doing?

I ask, “Whatcha thinking?”

You ask, “How’s life going?”

I say, “No clue.” “Do you know?”

Here we go,

with our silly game of one-hundred questions.

With each random question,

I learn more and more about you;

About everything to who you are and what you want to do.

Your favorite color is blue,

You just love Chinese food.

You dream of having your very own land

cause you were raised to be a hardworking man. 

Being able to be faithful is all that you want from a girl;

A girl that would always be there.

I’ve asked you many things my friend

but there is still one question remaining;

One question that I always have to stop myself from asking:

Am I the one? 

You ask, “Do you wish that you could predict the future?”

I say, “Sure, would love to know if my happily ever after is near or far.”

Then I ask, “Do you think that you’ll ever meet your dream girl?”

You say, “Don’t think she’s real, only you understand how I feel.”

Secretly wishing that I was the ideal,

I just smile.

Question upon question,

I’m still pondering,

Are we destined to be just companions or something more?

I know all about you, you know all about me

Yet, you still can’t see,

You’re the guy that I completely adore.

You ask, “Whatcha doing?”

I ask, “Whatcha thinking?”

You ask, “How’s life going?”

I say, “No clue.” “Do you know?”

And once again, here we go…

With our silly game of one-hundred questions. 

  

(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2013 

Even though I got the idea for this poem from an online chat, it's not about anyone...or is it? ;-) I'll just let you keep guessing, lol.  

Not the Victim

Not the Victim 

For too many years,

I’ve been a damsel in distress;

Screaming for help every time that you suffocate me with cruel words.

You had the power, you held all of the cards.

My heart has painful scars;

They never fade,

Always reminding me of your hate!

But now I finally have a fighting spirit;

Telling me, “Just don’t cry and take it!”

I’m not the victim anymore,

I’ve gained the strength, the courage

because of all of the things that I’ve endured.

It’s time for me to speak up, stand my ground, fight back!

Go ahead, do your worse;

Now my soul won’t crack!

Because that all I say is “Screw you!”

No matter what you say or do,

your dictatorship is through.

The tears have finally turned into anger,

I’m not the victim anymore, I’m not your victim anymore!

   

(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2013

This poem is about standing up for yourself.

Just Hope

In a world so harsh, so cruel, it’s so easy to give up. Another news story always seem like another tragedy but I believe in the light. Let’s just hope, just smile, just show kindness to one another. 

My prayers and thoughts are with the victims of the Boston Marathon bombing.