Wendy A. Bartko 

State College, PA,  USA 

 
 
I have been writing since I was eight years old.  I have an Associate's Degree in Liberal Arts, and I am currently completing my Bachelorette in Nutrition at Penn State University.  I am an associate member of the American Dietetic Association.  Two of my poems will be published and read professionally through the National Library of Poetry.  My personal philosophy is:  "If you believe you can achieve, if you dare to dream you open yourself to a challenge.  Follow it, but make sure it comes from your heart. 
 

Mind Is Sore, Heart Is Tore 

The hand of reality has slapped 
Within these walls i am trapped 
Looking around 2 find no one there 
Dialing a number 2 find no voice 2 care 
My mind is sore 
My heart is tore 
Alone i stand, not a soul 2 lend a hand 
Nothing 2 put me at ease 
Allowing the emptiness 2 take over as a disease 
My mind is sore 
My heart is tore 
Find i must leave, pieces of life i cannot retrieve 
No chance of getting out from underneath 
Let them bury me beneath 
My mind is sore 
My heart is tore 
Time 2 close the final door 

U Thief, U Stole My Heart 

U thief, U stole my heart 
Oh, the grief, i am torn all apart 
U thief, U stole my heart 
Oh, the brief encounter, i should have known it would b 
bad from the start 
U thief, U stole my heart 
Oh, the relief, i don't have 2 let u in, I guess even though 
i will b lonely, i win 
U thief, U stole my heart 
Oh, the belief, y do i dare, y do i even care 
U thief, U stole my heart 
Oh, the mischief, i saw the signs, but i chose not 2 read 
between the lines 
U thief, U stole my heart 
Like the falling leaf, i will just have 2 make a new start 

Mirror, Mirror 

Mirror, Mirror on the wall 
Will i take that fall 
Should i try or would it b better 2 say good-bye 
Mirror, Mirror on the wall 
I don't think i like who i c at all 
I c a tear streaked face, and someone who wants so many 
things 2 take place 
Mirror, Mirror what is fair 
Y do i even care 
I should just walk away and save the pain 4 another day 
Mirror, Mirror set me free 
Let me become the person i long 2 b 
Mirror, Mirror on the wall 
I want 2 become strong and stand tall 
Help me if u can, try and lend me a hand 
Mirror, Mirror on the wall 
 
All poems Copyright © 1998 Wendy A. Bartko. All rights reserved.