| My most recent poem. |
"Friends"The world is full of girls."Friends"
Girls with straight hair, girls with curls.
Skinny girls, fat girls, pretty girls, ugly girls.
Girls who wear jeans, girls who wear pearls. But I don't care about looks or clothes,
I wanna know if we'll have a friendship that grows. Will you be there for me when I cry?
Will you take a tissue and dry my eyes?
Will you make me laugh till I'm in pain?
Will you stay with me, even when I act insane?
Or will you only be there for a short while?
Will you make me cry instead of having me smile? Will I be there for you, and then you leave me in
Angel From HellThis isn't love,Angel From Hell
This isn't right, This isn't real,
This isn't how I want to feel. He's so wrong for me in every way, But I can't keep these feelings at bay. Such a twisted infatuation, Every time we touch, it's such a sensation.
His skin on mine feels so holy, But it burns evermore so slowly.
He plays the angel part so well, Even when I know he must be sent from hell. Such a temptation, such a sin,
How can I even begin the battle to overcome, to win?
Please give me a prayer, I know he will damage me beyond repair.
I have been warned well. &
You.All I can think about is you and your eyes. Your beautiful, laughing eyes.You.
And when I’m finally with you, all I am is tongue-tied. Can’t even say what I really mean.
Just stare and act childish, and then turn away. I can’t stand not seeing you when I feel you in the room. And when I’m alone and it’s four in the morning, I know you’re awake too. But are thinking of me, like I am of you?
I go over and over everything we’ve said.
Just sit and think in my cold bed. And when the morning light comes, I want to turn back over and cry again.
Lost and FoundLost and FoundLost and Found
She doesn’t know what she’s doing, Soon there’s going to be hell brewing. She’s getting in too far.
She already has enough scars. She’s tired of getting played. Hates those boys who just want to get laid. But she lost her heart to one just like that. He (of course) left her flat. She thought she was in love.
Until the first shove.
She thought it was a fluke, a mistake. She didn’t know how hard her heart could break. He was supposed to be her Mr. Right. But they just kept on getting into fights. &nbs
SadnessYou can feel the sadness In my mood My eyes You can hear the sadness In my voice My cries You can see the sadness In my walk My face You can find the sadness In my heart Disgrace There's emptyness All around us In rooms full of joyful people I'm alone So alone that you can't even Notice the sadness In my soulSadness
Or me
My Memoriesevery time I hear that song and I start to sing along I remember that you're goneMy Memories
and I can't help but cry Your words hurt so much I feel like I could die when I'm all alone
with nothing but the phone a cold dial tone all I can do is remember the way it used to be we had the wind in
our faces and grass beneath are feet we lived and grew talking about the future
where we were gonna go who we were gonna hold that summer really flew by and now all I have
are my memories
poemsA fallen angel On a broken path Wing fragile Of death Of the darkness In the hearts Lifeless In a world apart Fallen out of grace Angel broken An angels face Wings broken A fallen angelpoems
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In the night you call Your words filled with lies Wandering down the hall I can feel your eyes In the dead of night You came Filling me with fright Your eyes burning like a flame
| "Of all pains, the greatest pain, Is to love, and to love in vain." George Granville |
Hmm.
and you are most welcome, i like it quite a lot :]
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"Where there is love, there is pain."
your poetry is beautiful, also.
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"Scars are better than tattoos, because they have a story."
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