Life
My life is ever changing,
Doomed to stay the same,
Nothing will ever be what I want it to be, But thats life and it wont change

I find myself in the desert,
A dry barren wasteland,
Where no ones accepted,
And no ones loved,

Nothing will change for the better,
Only for the worse,
Except maybe that one day, salvation,
In the form of the grim reaper,
Will come and save this world. 
                    
By Charlotte S.
Hope
When i look back at my life,
I find it hidden on a high shelf,
Dusty and alone, unappreciated,
And unknown, once it was created,
Meant to make a difference,
Somewhere down the line,
The purpose was lost,
People have made their infrences,
Found it inferior, Boxed it up,
And put it away for years to come,
Now i see the truth,
That no one single life can fix,
Every problem in the world. 
                         
By Charlotte S.
Softly as the wind in the skies but yet as deadly as the ravens cry,
so many snowflakes and none the same so hard to try and give each a name,
Never to find a peice of mind the question will stand the test of time ,
will come to haunt you like a plague
A quest set on the table along with mothers sage,
If only, If only, Quoth I to be on a shoulder one that doth let me cry,
I fear for this world, one full of hate and spite , preoccupied and yet full of fright,
A want to be a peacefull land will make mad, many a man,
It will take a heart oif gold to bring back what weve sold,
our freedom for chaos and no love, to think naught upon our brothers of old,
what they would say i shant conceve,
the actions they would take if they could still breathe,
would take back the sacrifices they made,
go back to where they shouyld've stayed,
give the rule up to the king  that is what my heart doth sing.
                                                  
By Charlotte S.
I lost a friend
i lost the truth
i lost the love i had with you
you made me smile
you made me cry,
when im with out you i hope i die
there is no point to the love i found
your heart is either broken
or smashed on the ground
no words are left to mend or fix
so why do men have to be such dicks ????
                              
-By Andrea W.
No one
no one cares about me
i dont care about anyone else
i wish i wernt me
wish i were someone else
anyone but me
i dont like myself
i dont like anyone else
this world is filled with hate
and so is my heart
nobody listens to me
everyone ignores me
dont you hear me so clearly
i can tell you hate me
i told you everything
you will never listen to me
no one knows who i am
im all alone
alone with only
my consience to talk to
                    
By Charlotte S.
Strong at heart weak at apperance,
never even the same personality
I change each day to find someone that probably will come my way
for once i was sad and sad i will always be
my life is gone by that pull of the thread, hoping one day, i can see that one true meaning past my eyes
                            B
y DD
Dont feel down about yourself, everyone,i mean everyone, on this planet earth has a(n) enemy(s) What ever you do, dont say sorry for something you never do and something that is wrong, just let it pass by, you got true, real friends with you so dont worry.
                     
By DD
So gently like the rose petals,
that brush against my skin,
so gently like the wind,
that whispers in my ear,
telling me to forget all the hatredand my fears,
against the ones who dislike me,
                              
By DD
Little bug on my wall,
tiny as can be,
let me take you off ,
so you can be set free,
flat on the ground,
on orange carpet,
trying to find a home,
little bug on my wall please,
please leave me alone
                               
By DD
Dont try to hard to fit in
Dont try to hard to make friends
Be yourself and youll be seen
Be yourself which is being unique
Dont mock those , those who are your friends
Dont mock those, those that will make it end
Be yourself and dont claim to be
Be yourself and you will be
                              
By DD
Envy
Envy o'er death lest hath fair friend ne'er strike
Thou lover hadst bestow a curse
Methinks perchance our villan is loathesome
An thus was jest to beseech torment and melcahnoy
Though as peasants we vow never to decieve thine bawdy mortal
Hence mischance and dire haste
Only shall poison sanctify thine idle wicked vehemence
                                                     
By Charlotte S.
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