| Freinds Poems |
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| Storms make me think, The lights flicker, So do my thoughts, I wonder, Why do the lights flicker?, Dad says it's an electrical breaker, I think its creepier, Than a stalker movie, Why do people like stalker movies? Fakeness doesn't scare me, I'm wrong. It does I don't want to be fake. It scares me to think That I am. That I am not real, In so many ways. But reality is Everyone is fake. So why do I fear? Nobody is real Everyone puts up an act. Everyone is fake, sometimes... Sometimes I wonder why the lights flicker During a storm. Sometimes I wonder Why I bother to wonder at all... By A talented Freind of mine.. Thanks |
| Wrote by Lauren |
| Wrote by Meghan Hogg |
| Why? Did I have to fall so hard and love you so much and never know if you will be there to catch me? It was you that brought this... this pain, this suffering, this sorrow, this joy, this confusion, it was all you, that brought this on. That night when we spoke in a language all our own, not seeing, or hearing, but the slightest movement of our fingertips, sending messages spiralling into the space between us and somehow, ending up infront of our eyes. And it was then... then that i realized what I had done, what i felt, what i wanted, It was you that brought this... that day when it felt so right, that day when i lost the one thing i held so dearly to, that day when my innocence was lost, that day ... It was u that brought this on, this confusion, how can i want so much to be with u but not all at once now just awkwardness comes when it used to be a smile, a playful joust, ur voice music to my ears, It was you that brought this... for i do not love u, i just want so much to be with u, even when it is wrong to everyone else, they warn me to stay away but i cannot, for they do not know what i feel nor do you and yet It was you that brought this... Thanks Meghan! |
| By Meghan Hogg |
| i never knew how deadly silence was til i met her and most overlooked the desperate look in her eyes the dullness the fake smile the dangerous bones the scars no-one took the time to ask those eyes what exactly they were trying to say and i could never quite grasp the message never a word was spoken by her thin lips but there she would stand, each day naked infront of the mirror praying for the courage to press down on the handle of that blade resting above her wrist praying that that blade would press down deeply scoring the soft flesh beneath all the while staring into the reflection in the mirror the reflection that she no longer recognized one that forced her to press her finger to the back of her throat while tears streamed down her face and silent pleas danced across her eyes but no-one ever took the time to ask those eyes what exactly they were trying to say and i could never quite grasp the message and it was only after her scarlet coffin was lowered into the ground that i realized the story which her eyes told the story of her scars the protruding bones the dullness it was only then which i realized the meaning of those eyes then that i felt ashamed that i had not taken the time to listen for now it was so clear to me what exactly they were saying the meaning of those eyes the moral that pain is silent and that all those eyes really meant to say when her tongue could not was help... |