Creating A Mind Of My Own.

My head,
is telling me I'm dead.
But I know,
deep down inside,
I'm alive.
I'm just sleeping for a while,
in the shadows of the night.

Killer stanza, it really speaks volumes.
Overall, the poem was kickass and in no way did I find it weird.
Well done. ^_^

aww, thank youu<3

Walk In The Park

Tonight,
I miss you.
Tomorrow,
I hate you.
Yesterday,
I loved you.

You can't have it,
just the way you want.
A rollercoaster.
A tornado.

Emotions strew.
Hearts in peices.
Love is non-exsistent.
Tears are acidic.

What does it take?
What does it take,
to fix this mess.
How, how,how.

There is no way to fix this.
Just stand through the storms.
And hold back the tears.
Becuase one, brand new day,
This will all be like a walk in the park.

Trapped

I heard this voice,
one time before.
It sounds like an angel,
smothered in flames.

It makes my heart,
burst into flames.
Rage wrapping around my mind;
unbearable anger.

But then the tears,
stream down my face.
A feeling of guilt,
like I could have stopped it.

The angel says,
"Help, Help, save me please"
But how do I save,
an angel trapped in hell?

Days pass,
the image still in my head.
I can't sleep,
I can't eat.

Maybe that angel,
wasn't really an angel.
What if that angel,
was me?

Not sure how i feel about these. I'm assuming they must be bad since i havent gotten one comment. But watcha gonna do, right?

When i look into his eyes
I go all faint and limp
I feel week but strong
When i hear him sing
All my anger forms into song
I scream and shout as loud as i can
when he looks at me
I feel like i could fly
Fly into a bus and get killed
Go to the black parade people tell me
You will be better off there
I think i will
All my troubles floating away
Away into the darkness as i walk endlessly
Through the ruin
All Alone
No one to turn to
No one to notice me
Just my life now
I am just the lonely little emo
Sitting in the corner
Alone
Gerard is my only friend
Is my only friend
My only friend
Only friend
Friend

The last poem i wrote
Came from my heart
Deep deep down
To the bottom
Emptyness
Lonleyness
Thats all thats there
Gee makes it worth living
When i hear his voice
I dont feel lonley
I feel like i have some one
Somebody who understands
No body understands
No body knows how i feel
No body cares for me
Ecept the one and only
Gee

Addicted2GerardWay
i think ur poems are really good
they really speak to me
how do u come up with such poetry?

No, they're not bad. There are a whole lotta lurkers who read, but don't post.
Sorry for not responding sooner, time is short lately.

Anyways, two great poems.
I particularly liked "Trapped". ^_^

Well done, mon amie.
Keep posting, no poem is bad.

aww, thank youu.<3

i love writing poems but i dont think any of them are that good they just pop into my head n when that happens i have to write it down n at that moment in time i think they r good then i read Addicted2GerardWays poems n mine sound rubbish compered to hers

The boy; A trembling mess.

There is a boy,
who lives in a house,
a small dark house,
on the left.

Everyone,
they say,
he takes cats in by night,
but they're never out by day.

The girls,
they think he's incapable,
of loving someone else,
of showing his true feelings,

But I want to know,
that boy,
who lives in that dark, soul-less house,
on the left.

And I know he's hurts,
and those cats are freed,
his heart;
a trembling mess.

No one tries to love him,
except for me,
I try to make them see,
but they don't belive.

That the boy,
who lives in the dark soul-less house,
on the left,
could love a human being.

Suites themselves,
because that boy loves me back,
and I'll be holding his hand,
while we watch all the others walk into hell.

This one made me smile, hopefully that's what was intended. lmao. xD
Very good, I pictured it happening while I was reading it. (if that makes sense, lol).

Awesome, mon amie.

Yay, im gladd you liked it. <3

A very good expresser, you are.

She knows how he feels.
Like the world is out to get them.
She waits around for his call,
but what she recieves,
isnt what she wanted at all.

A conversation,
a misconseption of everything.
She could have swore things would change.
The hospital stay just made things worse.
This isn't like him, she thinks to herself.

Somewhere inside of her,
she knew this would happen.
Her love just wasnt enough.
He sitll wanted the end.
The end of all things beautiful.

Repeating her praises,
nothing changes his mind.
Defiantly stubborn he refuses her.
Her tounge now blood red,
from holding back a loud scream.

No sooner do the goodbyes start,
and the hopeful conversations to come.
The phone is hung up,
She is trying to figure things out.
Her anger arising.

But she knows that won't last.
Someday, he'll be free again.
His spirit will be back,
and they'll be fine.
The hospital bars cant hold him back forever.

Love will be swarming,
warm yet alarming.
He will reach for her hand,
yet again to comfort her.
Forever meant commitment...always.

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no title for this. any suggestions would be gladly appreciated.
To:J.L and D.S.<3 not the love story you expected..

I love the line The hospital bars cant hold him back forever. Really good comparison.

Mmm, I love this for the emotion.
It made me sad for some reason...
But nevertheless, 'twas kickass. (as usual). xD

Well done, mon amie.

Im glad it brought out some emotions! Thank youu

All you are

You know you used me.
Pretended like nothing was wrong.
Your actions; ripping out my lungs.
Yet hoping I could still breathe.

We knew this was a mistake.
Dropped my heart into the lake.
Washing away my sanity,
now your free to call me crazy.

Ripping, bleeding, tearing, screaming.
A hospital would be nice.
But leave me here.
All your imperfections revealed.

A whisper and a worrisome glance.
They will know just who you are.
A liar; A murderer.
Thats all you are.