my poetry/ songish thing

another poem:


How can love be possible
if no one person
finds love by them self
how is it possible for one person
to live a life
unloved by them self
how is it possible for one person
to feel something someone else
can't, wont, doesn't feel
how is it possible
i don't think it is
for some maybe
but not for long
not until they collapse with emptiness
in their heart
where love, life, and happiness
should be
but sadly
isn't...
but sadly
never will be

another poem:

the trees were green
the grass was green
and all the flowers were bloomed
but still to her this all resembled doom
the trees were all different colors
the grass was terning brown
but in her world her hate filled world
she always wore a frown
the trees carried on changing colors
and so did the ground
but for this young girl no help or hope
was ever found

My Depression:
It's only caused by not having you
Nothing is real anymore
It's all just a lie
Someday you'll wake up from your dream
and realize the only one you have left is me
When you tell me to leave you alone
I wish I could but I'm not that strong
I wish someone would need me the way I need
A little you could say
a little too often
a little more
each and every day
But you never notice me
You did but,
I think I was being used
For your own little enjoyment
I was your toy
no matter how much you broke me
You always could fix me when you wanted to play again
this makes no sense
this poem
I'm trying to say I love

Um, famouslastwordsxoxo, this is xxtoryxx's thread for their poems....

another poem sry i have been busy...:

This is agony
or agony to me
drunk around this time of year
sadness
grief
that is how we are to be described
why cant i cry as i wish i could
mind dancing through out blue
to gold
living in the words of them saying
I do
still being me
but
changing
feeling untrue
all because of this blue...
puke
in the car on the car
or so i have been told
she weeps
for him
blaming him for problems
that i shall keep unknown
mentally drifting...dancing
in a mixture of uneven steps
tumbling
in this blue
that i wish you could feel too

sry if it is allitlle rough i wro
te it about sumthing that just happened

i wrote this poem for my mum on Christmas

You hate snow,
That is simple to know
But…
The first snow of the season
Is magical even though.
A cold wet kiss of frozen rain,
Upon your cheek,
May never be the same
As if cold soft cotton
Was gracefully dancing
As it floated down from the sky.
You sit warmly inside
Indulging yourself with gluten free Christmas pie.
A thick layer of white sheet
Is forming on the ground,
So gentle it doesn’t even make a sound.
A simple kiss of frozen rain
As you can see
May never be the same.

another poem

they could feel my frustration with every retched word i spoke.
i choked with fear and wished they would disappear,
how dare they say they didn't move any of my things,
for if they didn't then why aren't they there,
for if they didn't then why am i welcoming in new despair?
soaked with anger,
only wishing they weren't here,
there when i danced the horrid dance of sorrow,
or when i wish for the next day, tomorrow.
there when flew away on a paranoia train,
and didn't come back ever again.
one place i didn't welcome them to is the place of my happiness,
the place of my rich enthusiasm,
the soil to my garden,
allowing happiness to flourish bright, laughing, and true.
protecting the vulnerable key to all my precious secrets, and my dieing wounded heart.
for that is the place everything starts.

i haven't written in awhile here is what i have now:

A word from the undead,
for that is what i am.
my heart bleeds with sorrow and despair,
oh please oh please beware.
if you no the words of the vampire curse
you no it's not wise to let your heart wander to petrified unknown.
As i walk through the grave yard i cant help but let myself wonder
why i can see the corps and rotten bones of awakened slumber?
arms reaching up to grab my youth,
reaching up from the depths of the earth.
their only goal to cause perilous hurt.
No intentions of saving my soul,
even though that's what keeps me whole.
love is far from their lifeless hearts
as i am dragged violently back,
from a bite of poisonous reality.
eyes piercing into my soul,
piercing into my thoughts,
thinking all the same...
my my i have been caught.

hey umm another poem:

i had it with me all yesterday
and the days before that.
i loved it
with all my heart,
but as i walked in and out of the streets of my life
it got left behind.
and i saw it,
sitting helplessly
on the side walk
a little way back.
but i didn't dare retrieve it,
for it was the one who left me...

yeah we are doing this kind of poetry in school, so yeah there is a hidden meaning and what not,

a nother poem:

DEAR DADDY,

last night i cried myself to sleep.
and even now i weep.
in my dreams
my heart is suffering,
deepening
my need for you
(yes i cried for you)

my heart is like a baby
missing his mommy (or maybe his daddy)
for the first time in his life.

my heart is like a fish out of water
it just shrivels and dies.

my heart is like a plant
withering with lack of rain.

i cease to exist
beyond your memory. (but i am getting better-happier)

i am a ghost with out you.
a corps with out a tomb stone.

i need you now more than ever.
i miss you.
she is alone
without you here by her side.
my dear
my dad
life is so empty i fear.

now i am on my knees,
begging your forgiveness.
even though it wont change a thing.

i wish you could come to me.
but you can't.
you're dead
but always there's a flower in your memory.
but always there's a memory for a flower.
thanks for being my flower, daddy.

rawr means i llove you in dinosaur... RAWR

rawr means i llove you in dinosaur... RAWR