ok first of all i love to write poems. vinnie read my poems and thought that i should enter them in a contest. i entered one i wrote my mom and yesterday i got a letter about it. it said that a company wanted to publish it in a book. i also have a very good chance of winning between $500 and $20,000. so im waiting to see if i was lucky enough to win anything. hopefully i did so i can pay for my wedding and other important stuff.

i just wanna say thank you so much vinnie if you hadn't read my poems and thought they were good my poems would probably never gotten published. i love you! :)


Unknown "Cutie" Angry - 16 years, 2 months, 28 days ago

It does not interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It does not interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It does not interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It does not interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It does not interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done.

It does not interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It does not interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


Unknown "Cutie" Angry - 16 years, 3 months, 13 days ago

today is my mom's bday :(
she died january 5th 1994 so she hasnt been able to celebrate her birthday for 14 years. she would have been 56 today.




i wish you were here

i wish together we could stay, and reminisce together on this special day

i knew you loved me

and that you still do

but what is this feeling that makes me feel blue?

people tell me their memories of you and that you were like no other

this tells me that you are my one and only mother

so what is this feeling that makes me feel blue?

perhaps it is only that i love you





god saw you getting tired,

when a cure was not to be.


so he wrapped his arms around you,and whispered, "come to me".


you didnt deserve what you went through,

so he gave you rest.


god's garden must be beautiful,

he only takes the best

and when i saw you sleeping,

so peaceful and free from pain

i could not wish you back

to suffer that again.



Unknown "Cutie" Angry - 16 years, 6 months, 17 days ago

mothers and moms...

this is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with oscar mayer weiners and cherry kool-aid saying, "its okay honey,mommy's here". who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. this is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purses. for all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew halloween costumes. and all the mothers who don't. this is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. and the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. this is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. and for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. and that when their kids asked, 'did you see me,mom'? they could say, 'of course i wouldn't have missed it for the world, 'and mean it. this is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. and for all the mothers who count to ten instead. but realize how child abuse happens. this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. and for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. this is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. for all the mothers who read 'goodnight,moon' twice a night for a year. and then read it again, 'just one more time.' this is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. and for all the mothers who opted for velcro instead. this is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. this is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home or even away at college or have their own families. this is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. 'Right away!' this is for all the mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. for all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. for all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. for the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. this is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. what makes a good mother anyway? is it patience? compassion? broad hips? the ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? or is it in her heart? is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? the jolt that takes her from her sleep to dread, from bed to crib, at 2am to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby? the panic, years later, that comes again at 2am when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home? or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? the emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes ans sleep deprivation... and for mature mothers learning to let go. for working mothers and stay at home mothers; mothers with money, mothers without. this is for you all. for all of us... hang in there. in the end we can only do the best we can. tell our children every day that we love them. and pray and never stop being a mother... 'home is what catches you when you fall- and we all fall.'
Unknown "Cutie" Angry - 16 years, 6 months, 24 days ago

here are some poems that someone wrote for me...

My sweet beautiful angel.
Sent to me from above.
I am so grateful to have found you,
and I give you all my love.

You must have come from heaven,
because you have pretty little angel eyes.
When you gaze at me with them,
my heart begins to fly.

Your sweet angelic voice,
continuously rings in my ears.
With you by my side,
there is nothing I fear.

Whenever we are together,
You shine with a heavenly glow.
Your beautiful angel face,
raises me up from feeling low.

Yes, heaven is missing an angel,
because you are here with me.
You're my sweet, beautiful angel,
and I'll love you for eternity!


this is the second one...

Beautiful eyes open across a pillow top,
It seems for this moment time will stop,
The earth slows and sounds wane,
A frozen moment without stain.

Your body close to mine,
Our hearts beat in time,
With a smile of simple pleasure,
This moment should last forever.

Some say perfection is unattainable
For most things that's explainable,
But in your arms and with your heart's affection
I have found a brief moment of perfection.

Unknown "Cutie" Angry - 16 years, 9 months, 6 days ago