My Poems.
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Thread Topic: My Poems.
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Moonlight butterfly.
It soars through the dark black sky,
And shimmers, it's the moonlight butterfly,
With wings weaved from sea pearls,
And carved from the hands of a girl,
Soaring throughout the night,
And flapping it's gentle wings,
Observing the world through pale moonlight,
And softly it sings. -
Falling Apart. (2010/7/27)
Her emotions are out of line,
Her feelings have gone away,
It seems it has come her time,
On the floor she will lay,
She's lost in her own world,
Trying to figure out who she is,
It's beyond hope for this girl,
But this is how she is,
She's forgotten and lost,
Not one person cared,
She's dying inside, left to rot,
And nothing is left there.
She sits in the corner, weeping all night and day,
She's fearful for herself, wondering how this will end.
But it seems this is the only way,
She has nobody, not a single friend. -
Wow. That poem Falling Apart really sounds like me, before I went into a fosterhome!
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Gone (2010/7/23)
The hands were held together,
The smiles never faded,
They promised eachother forever,
But soon their feelings were jaded,
One stareted to feel out of place,
The other became someone else,
And soon after, lost their grace,
And nobody seemed to care or help.
Then, their hearts shattered,
Their emotions were lost,
Their feelings scattered,
Their hearts icey as frost,
Then they left, their tears fell.
This was how it was meant to be,
They'd screamed, cried and yelled.
But they were gone, and the world couldn't see. -
Really? I'm sorry you feel like that Angel.
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It's ok. I'm over it.
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Kiss The World Goodbye (2010/7/23)
I can't hold on much longer,
I'm tired of all these aches and pains,
I'm weaker and not stronger,
And life is such a strain,
My dreams are fading,
My heart is breaking,
My mind is blown,
My tears have shones,
The dying screams went unheard,
The falling tears went unseen,
And the heart shattered withought a word,
The world is so cruel and mean,
It's time to leave for good,
It's time to kiss the world goodbye
I'm doing what I should,
And draw my last breath and final sigh. -
My thoughts. (2010/7/23)
Walking down the meadows,
Of a moonlit sky,
Hidden by the shadows,
And I'm still unsure why,
I'll be looking back,
From when I was young,
Trying to backtrack,
On what I'd done,
Here drifts the cool breeze,
I feel much calmer under the sky,
It's getting harder to see,
And I still can't fly,
Will you promis to meet me,
At 2 AM sharply?
Or would you not hear my calls,
And hid like a coward behind the wall?
If my voice is too far,
Would you still remember,
Who we were and still are,
From January to December,
Now I've got to go,
But I promise I'll be back soon,
I can't let you know,
Until tomorrow afternoon,
So I pull my collar up,
And get up from the grass,
And look up at the big moon,
This glimpse may be my last. -
Darkness (2010/7/23)
All around me,
In all direction,
Blackness surrounds me,
As if protection,
All Around me,
In every directon,
I'd hidden, unseen,
Away from detection.
All around me,
In every direction,
No light shining through,
This is my perfection. -
Weak (2010/7/23)
Te sun burns harshly,
On our soft skins,
Burning yellow and brightly,
Like punishment for our sins,
So hard that your head hurts,
Your beathing slows down,
Your eyes are stinging and burnt,
And it hurts all around,
The sun is our weakness,
Can't you see?
It drains us of power,
At least for me.
Note: This was just a random poem and don't start giving me a science lecture, kay? -
Tears (2010/7/23)
To cry,
Doesn't make you weak.
To cry,
Doesn't meann you've lost your streak,
To cry,
Doesn't mean no one will listen,
To cry,
Will make your feelings liften.
To cry,
Just shows you who you are.
To cry,
Doesn't mean you can't be hard.
To cry,
Doesn't mean you'll scream every step of the way.
To cry,
Doesn't make you sad every day,
To cry,
Just shows you care.
And if you cry,
I'll be right there,
To wipe them all away,
I'll be there, every day. -
I've read all of them and they're all amazing.
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The Haunting. (2010/7/24)
I've done so many terrible things,
So many I can't recall them all,
They're trying to make this bird sing,
But I'm not telling them anything at all,
This haunting secret,
That I've kept for so long,
Deep inside this pit,
That I call a heart is gone,
It's eating me alive,
Day after day,
I'm not sure if I can survive,
I must find a way,
Burying them all inside,
Isn't helping at all,
They're wanting to come out,
I can hear their calls.
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Thanks Angel. =)
Your poems and stories are great too. -
Who is she, (2010/7/24)
Up in the basement,
Is the dead body of a girl,
She's suffering from incontent,
And she's alone to the world,
She died alone,
From depression and hunger,
But she'd been through so much pain,
Her death never lingered.
She saw everyone around her,
As cold hearted and mean,
Her feelings wouldn't differ,
Nor did her thinking and dreams,
So on one beautiful spring day,
She decided to kill herself,
She never got her way,
And never got sympathy or help,
She locked herself in the basement,
Nobody knew she was gone,
She died slowly and painfully,
Trying to show everyone they were wrong.
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