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Love

Love you cruel, cruel thing
Come look at what you've done
I loose, and once again you've won
That stupid game called love
I stumbled once again into your little trap
And you've took my heart, and torn it up
Can't you just leave it at that?
But no, you'll wait until I've fixed my broken heart
You'll wait until it mends
Then you'll come and start that cruel, cruel game
And break my heart again
Why do you hurt me so, oh love?
Why can't we just be friends?
But no, you live to play this game
The game that never ends

This is also great! Show's the rough and cruel part of love and how it all ends up being a game that continues on and on.

Temptation

Laying right in front of me
Light bounces off the edge
Beautifully silver
Wickedly sharp
Temptation

I know it’s wrong, but I can’t resist
My fingers stretch out; only inches away
Beautifully silver
Wickedly sharp
Temptation

I can’t resist it; willpower crumbles
My fingers grasp the handle
Pitch black
Smooth to the touch
Temptation

Cool against my skin, can’t help but dig it in
Dark red blood, the feeling of relief
Beautifully silver, wickedly sharp
Pitch black, smooth to the touch
Temptation

Untitled for Now

Hands clenching into fists
Eyes shutting tight
Blackness is all I see.
All I want.
All I need.
Earbuds jammed tight.
Music blaring in my ears.
The music is all I want.
All I need.
Want it to take over me.
Can't think about reality.
I have to escape.
I have to flee.
Can't think about you anymore.
It's not doing me any good.
I want to forget, get you out of my head
But I can't forget you knowing you might be dead.

Gone Forever

You didn't text me today, you didn't call.
The last time we spoke you said that soon you'd be gone.
I told you to stop, I begged you to live.
You simply said you'd be better off dead.
Now I'm wide awake staring at my phone,
The whole day has passed and I've been here alone.
The phone hasn't rung and I'm starting to get worried,
You clearly didn't know how much this would hurt me.
I have no way of knowing if you're here or you're gone,
But I have an odd feeling I won't stay clueless for long.
Deep in my gut there's a feeling of dread,
My heart bursts with pain at the thought that you might be dead.

Untitled for Now...


What if I could fall asleep forever?
What if I could get rid of the pain?
What if I pressed down just a little harder,
On the cool silver edge of the blade?

Would anyone notice if I didn't show?
Would anyone even care?
Maybe I'll just pull up my sleeve,
Exposing the skin pale and bare.

Maybe I should decorate that white with red.
Maybe I should put down the blade instead.
But what harm would I do if I sat on the bed,
And just laid down my head?

What Happens Then?


When it seems the world hates you, where do you go?
Run and hide to your place of peace.
Run and hide to the place you call home.

When it seems you're all alone, where do you go?
Run and hide to your place of peace.
Run and hide to the place you call home.

When you want the world to disappear, where do you go?
Run and hide to your place of peace.
Run and hide to the place you call home.

But what happens when home isn't home?
When you can't run to your place of peace?
When the world enters your hiding place?

When the screams are too much to take, what do you do?
Run and grab your item of comfort.
Drag the blade across your skin.

When the taunting and teasing won't come to an end, what do you do?
Run and grab your item of comfort.
Drag the blade across your skin.

When the world tries to swallow you whole, what do you do?
Run and grab your item of comfort.
Drag the blade across your skin.

But what happens when you've gone too deep?
When your item of comfort you can't reach?
When there's no bare skin left?

When the blood won't stop flowing, what's left to do?
Watch the blood flow down your skin.
Feel as your life slips away.

When they're pounding on your locked door, what's left to do?
Watch the blood flow down your skin.
Feel as your life slips away.

When they're crying and sobbing, what's left to do?
Watch the blood flow down your skin.
Feel as your life slips away.

But what happens when your vision starts to blur?
When you can barely hear their sobs?
When you can no longer feel the blood?

What happens, my friend, when you're dead?

Lost It

I've lost it.
I've lost the will to survive.
There's no more happy smile,
No more sparkle in my eyes.
And quite frankly I don't care anymore.
Why live in a world filled with pain?
Why continue to live when in the end we're all going to die?
No one cares,
No one would even notice if I'm gone.
So I'll sit here and listen to one last song,
The words slowly edging me on.
But of course I won't have the will to do it.
I'll simply sit there staring at the blade,
Asking myself, "Am I dead yet?"

I’m Fine

I may be crying on the inside,
Dying on the inside,
Lying on the inside,
But I’m fine.

Friends walk by with their laughter and smiles.
I walk with them, all the while,
Falling apart a little inside,
Ask me how I’m doing?
It’s alright, I’m fine.

Tell me that you love me,
Then push me away.
Say you’re my friend,
And then leave me to pray.

To be honest the only thing that bothers me,
Is the fact that you’re going to call yourself my friend,
When we all know that you’re not.

You’re a liar,
A phony.
A heartbreaker,
A fraud.
You’ll never admit what you’re doing is wrong.

And the saddest thing of all is I’ll let you keep going.
I’ll sit here in the shadows, always knowing,
That all you’ll ever do is push me away.
But even that doesn’t seem to keep me away.

I have to stand up for myself and be strong,
Because I know the things you’re doing are wrong.

But if I leave you I have no one by my side.
I’m not sure if I’ll be worse with or without you.
So instead I’ll stay by you and when you ask,
I’ll lie and say that
I’m fine.

Far Away

It's hard to believe that you're gone.
You were with us last week, smiling and happy.
But I have to accept that you're gone.
Far away in a world so different.

I know I was mad at you,
But you knew what you were going to do.
I can't really judge you,
Because I don't know what you were going through.

I wish I could see your smiling face,
Instead of the closed eyed body.
I wish I could get one last goodbye hug,
Instead of touching your still, cold body.

But no one can undo what's already been done,
We can't turn back time.
So I guess I just have to live and move on,
While you remain so far away.

<3 R.I.P. Alex G. <3
~DGK All Day~

My Unspoken Goodbye

You're here one day and gone the next.

Life is cruel.
Why is is people who are loved and needed most,
Are takn so early?
I guess it's true when they say that
Only the good die young.

I've heard rumors you did it yourself,
But why?
Would you really do that?
So many people loved you and cared,
Why would you leave them?

What would you say if you could see us now?
Falling apart and broken.
Tears falling as we stare at the door,
Still expecting you to walk through it.

But you won't.
You've gone to the point of no return.
There's no turning back now,
And we won't even get the chance for one last
Goodbye.


<3 Rest in Peace Alex Gonzalez <3
~DGK All Day~

**Warning. There is cursing at the end of this poem.**

Selfish

There's no other way to put it;
You're selfish.

Did you even think of how it would affect,
Your family?
Your IB Family?
All your friends?

Did you think about your girlfriend?
How could you leave her like that?
There's only one answer;
You're selfish.

I can't believe you would do that.
You've left us broken and scarred.
We'll always be wondering if we could've stopped it.
Always be wondering if there was some way we could've helped.

Why the hell did you have to leave?!
You can't come back now.
We went and saw your body today.
There's no way you can come back now.

You seemed at peace.
You had your Snapback your DGK.
But you weren't you.

Your familiar smile was gone.
You were pale.
We couldn't see a sparkle in your eyes;
They were closed.

What the fuck were you thinking, man?!
How could you do such a thing?!
There's only one answer;
You're selfish.



~I fucking love you Alex Gonzalez. Why did you have to go?~

Seriously the only thing I have to say about these, is that they're all beautiful and speak the truth, about the debates of life. I know this might not mean a lot to you, but I just want to say I'm sorry about Alex. Great job with your poems.

Thank you so much. And it does mean a lot(:

Title?

Little do you know that with everything you say,
You're pushing me off farther;
You make it hard for me to stay.

I'm trying to hold on but it's so easy to let go.
I just want to end it all,
Life is much too slow.

So keep talking my friend, because soon it will end.
You'll put a life to end,
That hardly had time to begin.

A stomach full of pills,
Or a blade to the wrists.
Naw, I think this story will end with a little twist.

Maybe I'll do both or maybe instead I'll try...
I'll climb to the roof
And see if I can fly.

And when you see my body I'll let you decide -
Was it worth it all the teasing,
Was it worth it all the lies?

Yeah now you've done it; pushed me off the edge.
Put an end to a life,
That didn't even begin.

Reason for Dying

Your teasing and lying.
All the screaming and crying.
You know, I once dreamt of flying.
You're the reson I'm dying.

One person can only take so much,
And I can't take much more of this stuff.
You know, I once dreamt of flying.
You're the reason I'm dying.

Shut up and stop it!
Take the blade from your pocket.
I still dream of flying.
You're the reason I'm dying.

That's it - I'm done.
I really hope you had fun.
Time to learn how to fly.
I'll try to spread my wings and touch the sky.

But I'm a human -
You beast.
And humans can't fly.
How do you feel -
Knowing you're the reason,
I'll die.

A Happy Poem

Reading over my poems,
I depressed myself.
It seems I had no happy poems,
No happy stories to tell.
So I decided to write one,
Not meant to make you think.
I decided to write one,
That didn’t really mean a thing.
Because if I just write words,
I can control what I say.
And if I control what I say,
My poems won’t be filled with pain.
So I decided to stop writing poems from the heart,
That way I could write,
A happy poem.

Guy On The Bus

It may seem that to me you're nothing more
Than that guy on the bus.
The one I hold hands with,
And talk to.

It may seem that to me you're just a friend
That I happened to make,
And it doesn't faze me
When you get off so many stops before me.

But you mean more to me than you realize.
Although I sometimes hesitate to tell you,
Sometimes I hesitate to talk,
I know you don't knoe it -
But you mean a lot.

You understand me more than most,
And you don't pry me when I don't want to talk.
You always make me smile.
You're what I look forward to each morning.

I doubt you realize this -
How could you know?
To me you're much more
Than just that guy on the bus.

~To Javier, who seems oblivious to the fact that right now he is the one who keeps me going. He's the reason I look forward to the bus ride in the morning. He's the reason I'm trying to stop, because I don't want to see the sorrow in his eyes or hear the sorrow in his voice anymore. Once was enough.~

I have no idea what to say, your poems make me want to hug you...

Aw. I've noticed they aren't the most cheerful, but I can't help it. But I'm hanging in there(:

This was supposed to be a song, and at 2 am listening to the song that inspired it (From The Ritz To The Rubble by Arctic Monkeys) it seems like one. Let's see how it sounds after I've gotten some sleep...

Think Again

She sways when she walks, and they say she’s into you
That’s not what you needed, but you don’t care.
What’s this, another game to play?
Look at her like another game to play.
She’s there but she’s not easy and that’s just fine,
You like yourself a challenge and she’s just fine.
Keep it up mister and stay within the lines,
She’s waiting for you to slip up,
Because you think you’re the player here but she’s got you
Wrapped around her finger.
You think you’re gonna win mister, but look in her eyes
They’re full of deception and full of lies
But your blinded by lust your too blind to see,
You’re the game and she’s the player.

‘Cause she’s not the angel you think that she is
She’s not who everyone thinks she is
She’s got you wrapped around her finger
And she’s smiling at you
She’s laughing and grinning
Because she knows what you think,
But she also knows the truth,
And the loser is you.

She sways when she walks, and they say she’s over you
That’s not what you needed, but you don’t care
Because she was nothing but another game to play,
You looked at her like another game to play,
And that’s okay.
But we all know that you’re the loser now
We see she’s the player and you’re the game
She’s into those love affairs
That aren’t revealed until it’s
Too late.

‘Cause she’s not the angel you think that she is
She’s not who everyone thinks she is
She’s got you wrapped around her finger
And she’s smiling at you
She’s laughing and grinning
Because she knows what you think,
But she also knows the truth,
And the loser is you

Join the group of guys that she’s left behind,
Lying on the ground choking on her dust.
Join the group of guys who looked at her like she was just a game,
Like she was just another game to play.
Yeah, this girls a different girl today
Different than the one you thought you knew yesterday.
Because she was never that little game you wanted to play,
She knew what y’all thought and now it’s time for you to pay.

‘Cause she’s not the angel you think that she is
She’s not who everyone thinks she is
She’s got you wrapped around her finger
And she’s smiling at you
She’s laughing and grinning
Because she knows what you think,
But she also knows the truth,
And the loser is you

I really like that one for reason, considering I've never been in that kind of situation, it's kinda weird I guess. But I think that's one of the most well done poems you've posted here! Thanks for sharing it with us!

Thanks so much! I wasn't sure if it was really any good.

Any good? It's, well, like I said, one of the best! Have more confidence in your writing, it's worth it :)