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"Don't Give Up Hope." She glows while she floats in a mist of peaceful fog, The picture of an angel, or only what the imagination will allow of her, Her hair flows back in a heavenly wind, and a light shines from within her, Her wings flap a blurred white, She whispers something in my ear, But I don't understand, it is a different language. As she fades away she says, "You will understand when you are older." I wake up from that dream confused, but refreshed with a new day, And I forget I ever had it. Twenty years later, when I believed there was no way to get out of my problems, I read that the words she told me meant: "Don't give up hope." "Get a Life." She critecizes her friends on how well they do, "You guys never have any fun, you're always boring." She goes on in life, drinking, smoking and doing drugs. All her friends become successful, with all the work they've done, She lives on the streets and sells her body for drugs. One of her friends sees her later in life, And she says they're all still dull. She says, "We'd rather have a dull life than none at all." "Imagination" The words fly freely, out of her mind, down to the paper. "That stuff is all garbage," they said, "It's deep and dark and scary." But she still wrote her hideous words. Now people buy her poems, stories, and novels. They read them because they think it all relates to them, They've had a rough life, like the woman in that story, They aren't happy, like the young boy in this poem, But the all live in luxury that is total opposite of the charactor's lives. And the little girl that wrote these disturbing messages had a great life herself. Her charactors, on the other hand, have all lived excruciatingly horrifying lives, It's all in the imagination. "Down for the Count." It hurts to fall like this, no cushion to soften my fall, I have no great big man to catch me, I have to brace myself, But this time I didn't expect it, I didn't see the cliff, You went behind my back, and got another kiss, It hurt to fall on my face, I was surprising you, giving you a gift, But I was the one surprised by you, You had another woman, you were holding her tight, It was not your sister, you were to happy for that to be, I fell, it hurt, and now undying love turns to unforgiving hate, I can't believe you did this to me, I couldn't brace myself, there was no evidence, Now I'm down, and I can't get up, I'm down for the count, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .Gone |
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| "A Poet." Like outgoing people say what they think, poets write how they feel. Like artists paint their emotions, poets dream their thoughts. A horizen of bushy trees oulined by a rainbow of colors, a sea of light, and a dome of pitch blackness covers the Earth. Flashlights stare through the ceiling and twinkle as stars on the inside, a teenager lays on the hood of a mustang, as he wonders: How did thoughs stars get so far from that beautiful girl's eyes? Grass surrounds her, in a meadow of clovers and baby's.... ....breath.... ....like a mist, it clouds all around, like a tornado from the wind on the wings of a sweet.... .....angel.... .....flying through the clouds, in an airplane, a child becomes death's new victim. A bomb planted in the back row, and a life is taken. His parents are..... .....devastated..... with fear a he runs down the empty alley, his face hidden by shadows, over a fence, through his window, in his room, and to his notebook..... .....where..... .....Like outgoing people say what they think, he writes how he feels. Go back to poems 2 Click Here! Go to my homepage! Click Here to go to my homepage!!! "Hanged." A picture in my room shows a noose, I wrap it around my neck, and my mind hangs me. Feet dangling, stool tipped, I lie in my bed and cry. My eyes water, and soon tears become a pool. I swim in hatred for life. A lake of evil's eyes, or of Hell's stinging fire. Flames lick my feet, their tastebuds tingling, waiting for another meal. They nibble on my toes, but seek my whole body. I will rid myself of the hatred by ridding the world of me. In my hand is Earth, but i throw it away, fingertips outstretched, and claws dug in too deep. Blood pours out of gapping wounds, and the Earth begins to cry. A sea f peace is brought to life, but only at the doorstep of my death. My arms reach for love and comfort, but all they get are slaps of disapproval. My life is a waste of God's creation so I will end it. It's a disappointment to all humans. My eyes are dry, my face is red, the fire is gone, and the noose is tight around my neck |
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| "Hanged." A picture in my room shows a noose, I wrap it around my neck, and my mind hangs me. Feet dangling, stool tipped, I lie in my bed and cry. My eyes water, and soon tears become a pool. I swim in hatred for life. A lake of evil's eyes, or of Hell's stinging fire. Flames lick my feet, their tastebuds tingling, waiting for another meal. They nibble on my toes, but seek my whole body. I will rid myself of the hatred by ridding the world of me. In my hand is Earth, but i throw it away, fingertips outstretched, and claws dug in too deep. Blood pours out of gapping wounds, and the Earth begins to cry. A sea f peace is brought to life, but only at the doorstep of my death. My arms reach for love and comfort, but all they get are slaps of disapproval. My life is a waste of God's creation so I will end it. It's a disappointment to all humans. My eyes are dry, my face is red, the fire is gone, and the noose is tight around my neck. |
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| "My Thoughts" What I write about is my business. Do you want to see? I write about the black loneliness I go through every day. I tell about my room and how boring my personality is. I should let my feelings flow free on paper and tell you how I feel. Why do you care? You in your happy state of mind? Get out of my mind, out of my secret thoughts! I don't want to listen to your criticism! Leave me be, I want to be alone. Get out of my thoughts! |
| "My Space" You're in my mind. You're in my space. I don't share my thoughts with you. Get out of my mind, it's my space. My time is different here. My thoughts are sane in here. Your thinking is odd in my space. It is disrupting my space. Leave, my space. |
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| "Be Real" I am a stranger to this world. I am a new person, a new being. You are my friend and you hate me. Why? I like you. Just be real. |
| "My Own Feeling" Why do you lie about your feelings? Are you afraid of being put down? Are you embarrassed? I know. You just don't have your own feeling. I'm not saying you don't feel for yourself. You just don't have a secret feeling that only you can feel. I do. My feeling comes to me when there's a pen or pencil in my hand. I write. I can write. I love to write. It's my special feeling. Nobody else can feel what I feel because mine, is a unique feeling. Now find yours. |
| "No Hope" This blindness is ignorance, When you feel there is no reason for your existance, When tears run down your face, When you can't find an answer in this place, So when a flower opens, it seems there is no hope in it, And when a baby is born, There is nothing left but scorn, When you think you've fallen in love, You see a black dove, So there is no love, no hope for us all, In the end we'll all just fall. |
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| "The Love Above" As a shooting star streaks the night sky, A tear slides down my face because i lie. About my love, About above. I'm not sure about Heaven or God. So to me it's all a fraud. These voices in my head tell me to go to bed. To this there is no fix when I'm disturbed by the six six six. And I don't know what to say when a new born flower doesnt last a day. For some reason I'm happy, not all sad and sappy. He meets me in a dream, to tell me Heaven is not a skeem. And now I know that above, is where i get all my love. |
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| "I Think of All" You hold me in your arms so close our hearts beating like one. You lean in and whisper, "I'm in love with another woman." You pack your bags ans we say our good-byes because you don't want to stay and hear all my cries. The tears evaporated, and many years have too. Our luv was so unique i would not want another like you. It was too special to make it so unrare to have it twice, but then i think of all the fun we had, and i think of all the time we spent together, and i think of all the luv we shared, and i wonder how i could ever resist your kiss if u ever gave it to me again. |
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