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I HAVE BEEEN WRITING THESE 3 POEMS FOR LIKE 35 MINUTES AND I ANM READY TO POT THEM
Last
by Nikkie

For everything there must come a last.

A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or year.

A last drink, a last coke, a last tequila, scotch, or beer.

A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug, or rage...

Or even the last words written on a page.

But the worst last thing is your last breath
because what is to follow will surely be your death






Crazy
by Nikkie

Trapped inside my own head
With nothing but my own fevered dreams to comfort me.
I know the pain of the madman;
He lives inside of me.
I've felt the strength of demons
And the weakness of self- preservation.
And hope. Hope.
Hey, parents, do you know where your kids are tonight?
Are they locked away inside of themselves?
Are their minds slipping away?
Mama hen, mama hen . . .
The fox has taken your baby again.
Precious minds are a shame to waste
Memories are forgotten in haste.
I am losing all that is me . . .
Yet gaining something entirely different.
Something that acts like an animal
And speaks like God.
Comforts me like a best friend
And loves me like its child.
I am its child.
An innocent brat, ready for its teachings.
Ready to do what is told to me.
Believing all that is said to me.
Taking in all.
And living off of my fevered dreams.



Death Not Being The Way
by Nikkie

I held the knife so close to my heart.
Like a foolish child I sat and I cried,
Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried.
Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:

"To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
Never Give up always thrive to be free."
Didn't know how many people would later cry.
"Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way."

Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could.
Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
This isn't the way my life was meant to be.

i ment i am ready to put them on here

you do know you have a great talent for writing don't you even though they are very sad..........

sad sad of course there sad i'm sad and when your sad you write sad things and if you look in the dictionary under sad i should be in it i am a sad person

i'm sorry i was pissed yesterday

Why are you a sad person?

oh wow i loved the last poem! i don't no much about poems, but i loved it.

thanks

There was a girl on here, can't remember her username that wrote poems like that, death, dispair etc... However I have not heard anything from her in a while...Hope she did not take her own advice!

that would be sad

The only person who i can remember posting poems is Vampire Princess, haven't seen her on for a while though, great drawer as well, see if you can find some of her pitcures.