| Poem Page Four These next few poems are going to be very dark. You have been warned. These peoms were written between 9-18-02 and 11-4-02 |
| Darkness Darkness surrounds you Consuming you No light can penatrate this darkness, No sound can be heard You can see nothing Your senses are gone Your alone in your mind With the darkness you have Trapped there. Numb to the pain No longer a person Confused and lost You travel the dark roads. Slowly senses return Feeling first A sharp pain followed by a cold wind Increacing the pain Next comes hearing All you hear is the wind Nothing else The pain of your mind grows worse How you stand this pain I cannot tell Taste comes next The air is crisp and scarce It's getting hard to breath The pain grows worse With this you fall to the ground The pain affects your ballance Your sight comes back But makes no difference The darkness has you now The pain grows worse Gaspin for air you feel your lungs Collapse You know this is the end You are going to die. You succomb to the pain The darkness grabs you You have no feeling but the cold Your brain erupts with pain Slowly the pain leaves your body Taking you with it. You're dead and have a choice Stay with the darkness Or go to the light. |
| Pain II Time moves so slowly Life goes out with the wind Like a candle light blown Life is gone. The last struggling breath Will it be slow Will it be fast? Is there pain? Of course there's pain There's always pain Will the pain be gone? If I die? Will the pain inmy body leave The voices in my head Are driving me insane So loud they are Will they stop if I die? I need the pain to go Leave me I don't know how Will death solve the pain Will the voices leave? Blood. Red Blood. Flows down the wall It's all over Thepain is gone Never will it bother me again. The light grows dim Breathing is now A laborous task. Darkness blocks my vision Breathing is near impossible This isn't The end Drowning my last breath I fall unconcious to the ground All is quiet, There is no sound The voices are gone I feel nothing The pain is gone The end has come at last. |
| You Say, You Think You critizie me everytime I play You tell me I can do better I do my best You say Distrcit tryouts I cringe back You say you know me Then you would know my pain You say I should sound like you That is one thing I refuse to do. You who catigorize me as average I am an individual You're trying to pressure me Into districts You don't know how much pain That word causes Ever year for four years I've been harrased to get that piece This has caused me to despise it My middle school band teacher Didn't think I was good enough For Wind Ensamble Nor good enough for county band I asked her everyday She denied me In high school band I use to play Alto Now I play second clarinet How do you expect me to place Even third for Districts? I want to scream "NO!" But, you won't hear me How many dissappointments Should I take? Everytime I've gone for something In band I get shot down Can't you see the pain it causes To even for a moment Think that that pain Could strike again. I can take a lot But I ask you Is districts worth My pain, my tears, my frustration? Is it? Is it really worth another heartbreak? I don't think so You're blind to my pain here That's plain to see But, maybe you should try To do everything I do And put up with everything I put up with Could you handle it as well? I don't think so. |
| Crying Crying in pain Crying in joy Crying in sorrow Crying in shame Crying inside Crying in the face of death We all cry Though some don't show Why they cry We all cry for We all are humans We always have emotions |
| Rain Drops of Blood The rain drops hit The window Silently at first Slowly the beat gets louder Soon it will become a full True rainstorm I look out the window Thinking to myself Thinking of the pain I've come to know Looking down I see The knife in my lap It's blade is sharp and long The icy cold steel Would easily cut my flesh Questioning what I should do The rain turns to blood Astonished to see the windown turn red The knife slips from my hand It cuts my leg from knee to anckle Digging into my foot Looking down I see My blood stain the carpet A sering pain rakes my body It's not coming from my leg I look at my arms They're cut as well From my shoulders To my finger tips in a crisscross fasion It looks as if I had Run into a fence of razor wire All becomes black around me I feel dizzy and fall to the ground I am spinning so fast in my head Yet my body doesn't move My breathing is raspy Slow to stop I can feel my soul leaving my body It is still raining blood |
| Double Sighted You keep complaining Keep irritating I try to block you Out of my head Sometimes I wish You were dead Stay away from My friends No one wants you aroud! Are you that dense You cannot see? That your complaining Has given you many enimies Can we at least Change the subject? I have my own Problems to handle I allow people To vent on me all the time Guess what I need to vent too Stop coming to me With all your problems |