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Post poems here!

I just came up with this randomly one day. :)


I live in insanity.
Loosing my humanity.
When all is chaotic around me,
I keep hearing you say,
"It's okay".

I'll cry forever,
For a thousand years.
A million tears.
All my fears,
Rising.

here - a couple factors contributed - a pretty depressive quote I made up, Making love out of nothing at all by Air Supply song, Assassin's Creed which I do play these days, some bad mood, birthday I had a couple days ago... so here you go:

Stitched perch...

Carrying an old love is like dragging a corpse
or clinging to a piece of rotten flesh - the heart's well
will get infested with plague before too long, tear after tear endorsed
to spreading the swell and bloat, agonised breathing spell
adding to the list of dead-end growths that go and go
without purpose, sleep is vain, a rest is just a dream laid low...

Out of nothing at all she once appeared in a shock,
out of everything she is now dust,
an expanse where guts used to tick and tock,
clocks now just hinges and rust,
whatever stone or wood that would mark the place,
even that rots if anything was there even to give the defile a meaning, a face.

One more candle to some finite number,
but for what does it count when the weight
of the world finds just one weak point, I wonder?
A lookout, a perch, sweet tunes, but doesn't the height
and sun's light just blind my eye to some failing course,
what if instead of the brightness now blocking my view awaits me but something even worse?

Nice!

Hehe:)

"Her"-

shadows find their way
to her face
and make a nest underneath her eyes
like matching bruises
her dark thoughts drive away
the blood in her cheeks
and place tears in her eyes
her mouth is stitched shut by
invisible promises she makes herself
her arms are twigs, and her ribs
climb up her pale body like a ladder
but her waist and thighs are
whale fat
her eyes have spiderwebs laced over them
from the lack of expressin in their depths
her heart is a steady machine
pouding away because of its belief
that things will get better
even though her brain thinks it's a LIE

Great, Ti Amo!!

Thanks Madi! :D

Wow!

:) thanks.

About me, and what I look like.

For You, Dear Aunt Billie Jo

After you
I was named.
Because our day of birth
Was almost the same.

If I would have waited
Three more days
Then that day
Would be the same.

Because of days
So close yet so far away.
Me and you, dear aunt,
Have the same name.

I love you so
Even though we’ve never met
But that’s okay
Just because that time was not yet.

I will see you there
Sitting high above the world
Looking down from Heaven
Where one day, I’ll meet the Lord.

You are so dear,
To me in every way
And I know you can’t be here
Because Heaven is just too far away.

But I love you lots,
I love our name.
And Aunt Billie Jo
I would never wish it another way.

Wow. thats good.

I ask her her favorote color, she says, 'All of them'
I ask her who her friends are, she says,'Everyone'
I ask her what her favorite sport is, she says, 'Running'
I ask her who she is, she says 'Free Spirit.'
I think yes but know it's 'A lover.'

For my special needs sister

Ya. Its good:)

Cleansing Me With Love
You Will Always Care
About Me And Them
You Are The Ruler
You Are Good For Us
You Defeat Evil
GOD, You Reign Us

:) nice! and thanks

Thanks Amelia and I like your poetry too.

Here's a poem I wrote today...I'd love it if you guys read it :)

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...

:) like it

Thanks!!

I like your poetry Ophelia.

Soul Survivor.

I was thinking
The other day
About how all the things we shared just
Went away.
About how
Everything we did
Undid itself
In the end.
About now
And what might happen
Even though
We seem a bit frightened.
But we know clearly
Our fear will cease
Because of what we hold dearly.
Everything will be okay
At the end
Of our race.
We will go to Him
He hears our cries.
He'll hold us close
Through the night.
And when we're gone
We still have a home.
For our home
Is what we hold close.
In our heart
Forever He'll stay,
Just as long
As we don't push him away.
Even when
We are dead and gone.
Our souls keep living
On and on.

Thank you Amelia. My second Cousin read the one about my Aunt Billie Jo and she said she cried. I post my poetry on Facebook alot. Haha

Nice!

Harmony
A paint chipped door, a changing life.
A red rose, a single curse.
A rushing waterfall, a soothing mother.
A bird singing it's love song, a wedding ring.
A melody of us, together in harmony.

Awwww. I like that. :)

Thanks, that was off the top of my head...

It's good. :)

Thanks guys:)

Any time! :)

I wrote this ummmm, Wednesday, it's pretty depressing, but yea...

MASK OF PAIN, HEAR THE RAIN.
There she sits, with her fears
Pouring out her twisted tears
Her memories black, dark and dank
Her emotions, a pure white void of blank
She drowns, alone, in a deep pool of sorrow
Her soul, so dead, so broken and hollow
This girl just watches, as her dreams are shattered
This girl just stares, as her whole world becomes tattered
She only looks on, as they tear her life apart
She doesn't object, when they puncture her heart...

It's also on my profile pg, so u can like it there if u do :)

That's really good. :)

THANKS.

I've got a long one, hold on...

A Boy And A Girl (Part A)
A Poem/Short Story

A boy and a girl,
The best of friends,
From elementary to High school,
From beginning to end.
Through all those years,
Their friendship grew,
They both felt the same,
But neither knew.
Each waking moment,
Since the day they met,
They both loved eachother,
From sunrise to sunset.
He was all she had,
In her terrible life.
He was the one,
Who kept her from the knife.
She was his angel,
She made him smile.
Though life threw him curves,
She made it all worth while.
Then one day,
Things went terribly wrong.
The next few weeks
Were like a very sad song.
He made her jealous,
On purpose he tried.
When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"
On purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy,
Like it was a game.
Little did he know,
That things will never be the same.

To Be Continued...

A Boy And A Girl (Part B)
A Poem/Short Story

His plan was working.
He had no clue,
How wrongs things would go,
The damage he would do.
One night she broke down,
Feeling very alone.
Just her and the blade,
No one else at home.
She dialed his number,
He answered, "Hello?"
She told him she loved him,
And hung up the phone.
He raced to her house,
Just a minute too late,
Found her lying in blood,
Her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note,
In it her confession,
Her love for this boy,
Her only obsession.
As he read the note,
He knelt down and cried.
He took the blade,
That night they both died.
She was found in his arms,
Both of them dead.
Under her note,
His handwriting said;

I love her so,
She never knew.
All this time,
I loved her too.

The End

WOW so sad, but awesome storyline at the same time!

Thank you, *bows* :3

I might actually write a little novel about it...

Hopefully one day u can publish it too!

:)

XD

Can I help write it?

Maybe :) I geuss I would need names for them, but I still haven't decided if I will write a book about it :3

That was amazing!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean sad, but amazingly sad! You have DEFIANT talent! Goodjob!

Thank you :)

I think it would be good as a novel but I really like the poem. and welcome. :)

Tears,
Cries,
Terrible, vicious lies.
A yelp,
crying for help,
but they just laugh.
An ache,
so deep,
not just your gashes on your body,
but your broken heart.
Your torn,
forever,
Will you ever make it back?

Bravo, Caroline.

Thanks:) i haven't found a name....

Wow. Nice