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I just thought I had to write for blue friday..... cry


inside i'm crying

I wake up, look around
Each morning try not to make a sound
I pretend I'm not here.

Creep to school - looking back
There are too many things I just couldn't hack,
You walked up to me.

The sneer on your face,
The comment atyour lips,
The crowd laugh at every word.

I turn to run
what do you think you're doing?
you're not going to cry

Taunts follow me for the rest of the day,
For two whole years. I still can't say:
You're bullying me!

Even now I can't face you when I see you
Even now, I run away,
Even now the thought chills me,
Even now I cry myself to sleep.

damn I really cant relate, but its good no doubt.

remember that I (the lovable adorable mario) am the voice of the invisble and I will be around if you need someone to listen.

its good....

Originally posted by starmovie-jaina
I just thought I had to write for blue friday..... cry


inside i'm crying

I wake up, look around
Each morning try not to make a sound
I pretend I'm not here.

Creep to school - looking back
There are too many things I just couldn't hack,
You walked up to me.

The sneer on your face,
The comment atyour lips,
The crowd laugh at every word.

I turn to run
what do you think you're doing?
you're not going to cry

Taunts follow me for the rest of the day,
For two whole years. I still can't say:
You're bullying me!

Even now I can't face you when I see you
Even now, I run away,
Even now the thought chills me,
Even now I cry myself to sleep.
Yeah I've had experience with that myself.... hug

Good stuff

Thanks for the comments, I'm really glad that you like it 'cos loads of people think that its a bit weird........ anyways all I'm trying to say is thanks.



So cold

So cold,
So cold outside as the waves crash on the rocks below,
So cold as the wails of the wind lash around,
So cold as I sit here alone.


just something else

ESCAPE

Under the water
I can fly
I can glide
I can live
Silence
It's my silent haven

Under the water
Distorted images
Limbs flail
Bubbles rise
Silence
My silent hell

Burning inside me
The time passes slowly
The need
The urge
I have to breath
Silence is broken
Shatters like glass


I can escape
But only for a moment
I can find a place
That doesn't last forever
I can't escape




Lost

I would take this moment and wrap it in silver,
I would take this moment and wrap it in gold.
I am trying to protect it,
Trying to help it live.
I love...
I need...
I care...
I feed and water and help.

This is me,
I don't know what to say,
I don't know how to say it,
I don't feel...
I don't have...
I don't understand...

Can you hear me?
i can hear only me
Can you help me?
i can't help even me
i am lost.


just some stuff I wrote tonight, what do you think?

Very good.

I love it that you people care enough to read and comment.....

thanks it means so much to me.....

Sunday Therapy

Melody soars
I fly beside it
The music carries me
High swooping low

My voice rises out,
Up and above,
Beyond and into the deep.

Break.
A pause
I sigh
I dream
My heart high.

For the first time in a week I smile again –


Outside I run,
Slowly jog,
Then pick up the pace
Melodies are flying – I run along side
The rhythms beat out in my heart
As I pick up the speed.
Harder
Faster
STOP


I breathe heavily
My heart sings aloud
My legs are weak as I wait at the door
Silently
Slowly inside and up the stairs
Relief sweeps over me
I lie alone.

I smile,
I laugh,
Light as the sea, wide as the air.

Poetry is great.

Thanks... I love poems they're like another part of my therapy.....................

Reflections

Glowing…
Radiant…
Flowing…
Starless nights…

Watching hidden faces in the sky,
Watching as the world passes by.

Feel the tension leave,
As here I lie,
Glance in the water
- see -
Together, you and me…
Circles of rain break the perfect image.
Distortion and Imperfection,
As a blur of flame in the distance.

I turn to you.



This was supposed to be happy when I wrote it but it has a bit of foreboding sense doesn't it.... oh well, I still like it at the mo

wow starmovie-jaina your poems remind me of Rei from Neon Genesis Evangelion. I find your work to be beautiful. I feel this unexplainable sadness when reading it. cry

wow they are good!

u make me blush.... thanks so much...

Shivers

Shivers running down my spine
I look around, there's no-one there

Weak knees, legs like jelly
I crouch at the pool side

Heart beating, hand grip the edge
I breathe... in.... out... in.... out

In a second, i take plunge
Arms swing up and

Crash, i hit water, splashes up beside me
Stinging me side burning as i pass through the icy cool.

Down, down, I plunge into the deapths
Turn, look up, see the light so high above.

Slowly, twisting, reaching, I spin away.



Its a bit different, I thinks its quite fun, not 2 sad or angsty really is it now............................................ its more wistful really!

*Sigh*

Don't stop me,
I wait here alone.

Don't see me,
Leave me alone.

You hate me,
I know that.

You taunt me,
I hate that.

You watch me,
I feel you eyes on my head,
daring me to turn around,
questioning my authority to sit on the ground.

I cry inside,
I weep and more,
But not that you can see.

To you I am sitting on the floor.

i'd hate to be the guy that mucked all over your parade, but they're okay...not that good. the imagery are bland. the emotions lack lustre. you convey sadness in a trite way that borders being a cookie cutter feel to it. although the format and style are not conventional, but even in freestyle poetry there is a rhythm and a feel when there is none. the last one you posted is the only i actually liked.

Originally posted by Fëanor
i'd hate to be the guy that mucked all over your parade, but they're okay...not that good. the imagery are bland. the emotions lack lustre. you convey sadness in a trite way that borders being a cookie cutter feel to it. although the format and style are not conventional, but even in freestyle poetry there is a rhythm and a feel when there is none. the last one you posted is the only i actually liked.


you speak the truth....
actually its nice that you do cos it puts me back down, actually people tell me that they are too cliched, i know but find it hard to move away.

i like *sigh*, i wrote it in 2 mins and then forgot about it, finding it again hit me cos... well its too truthful i guess.

Originally posted by starmovie-jaina
you speak the truth....
actually its nice that you do cos it puts me back down, actually people tell me that they are too cliched, i know but find it hard to move away.

i like *sigh*, i wrote it in 2 mins and then forgot about it, finding it again hit me cos... well its too truthful i guess. that's nothing compared to some of the reviews i've gotten at this one poetry site....i felt like i was in school being scrutinised for a level A exam or something. almost quit doing poetry, but then i changed my mind. but the truth is preferable over the glossed words of praise. without it you never get better at what you like doing. but i did like "sigh"... more of that and more polish then we're on to something..

i like the poem u did *sigh* its good

thanks mate.....

.... this is nice and festive...... haha

Lonely Waiting


Its so lonely waiting,
Its so cold alone,
In the winter you feel it,
As it gets darker you hear it.

Stop,
Exillarating races.
Stop,
Heart beat pounds.
Stop,
I skid on the icy ground;
And down,
Down,
Down,
Down. To an end on the frozen floor.

Laughter fills my ears as I wait.
Welling up inside of me, that hate.
I errupt,
I explode,
I have no calm,
no sense,
no freedom as I wait for a change.

I wait for a sign

writing Waiting poems have always been a difficulty for me. It's nice to see one finished.

Well when you are waiting, there's rarely more to do.............

Something different -

The Silver Tears of the Moon

The silver tears of the moon
Shine, he left her here too soon,
Her honey golden hair
Has vanished, wasn’t there.
In the darkness, muddy flailing arms
Find her, hold her, keeping her from harm.
In the darkness, it kicks
Scratching and fallen, they’ve run out of tricks.
She lies in the milky dawn,
This many times she wishes she wasn’t born
Crashing, clanging – waves in her head
Holding her down, wishing she was dead.
Tomorrow comes today
And from that what can we say?
Whilst the silver tears of the moon
Glitter on, shining in the impending gloom.

We wait with crystals.
We wait with gems.
We watch he fight her battles -
Battles inside,
Battles alone,
Battles against enemies unknown.

The shame of last night.

Seasons

darkness - obliterate colour

whispering wind howls at a chestnut moon
harvest of the dead
copper against the purest black
blinking eyes scorn

singing softness of awakening sun
cold as the ice of night
bathed in the white of dawn
solitary figures dance

muttering misty joyful incoherence
dust breaks on the leaves
green finds the morning hush
a swift rush of life

crowing callous songs of destiny
flowing words surround the page
water torn from blank sighs and looks
jubilantly calling the days

waiting
lost to the passage of time
tearing the sky
in pain they wait

Is this death?

There as I swing
Hanging from the beam above my head
Gracing the floor
My feet dance lightly
Swinging from the neck down
Angel steps across the floor my fate is sealed

Blinking my eyes glaze
Pounding in my head
Shuddering
Stuttering
Falling into light
Sporadically welcoming in the dawn

Dreams fade into the black of day
My release has gone
Tonight I will live again
My suicidal life through death
A chicken
A turkey
A game I play unable to act
I play
Childish I fall
Stumble on the rocks
Plunging headfirst into the stormy waves
Winter’s sea takes none alive
If you watched me
You saw what happened you felt my relief
But you wept for me

Is it dream of waking
I must wait for the dawn
Blinking
Crying
Screaming
Pain threatens death
Life hurts
Holds
Beats
I sink
No longer an angel floating
Down to the end
To the bottom
This is perhaps my final release

Hello again Jaina. wave I was wondering if you had written anything new and I see you have written quit a bit. I have to say I REALLY like The Silver Tears of the Moon. It was the ending that got me. /cry

Thanks
It found me one morning and then just had to be written....

I love when that happens.

lady midnight been visitin?

hahaha

<b> Sorrow at dawn</b>

Sorrow at dawn
Bridges burnt in the night
Shining tears
Crystal winters
Frozen summers
At the breaking of the day

Sorrow at dawn
Reflections in the deep
Breaking spring
Shattered hopes
Swallowed dreams
E'en to the end of the day

ooooooooh, inspired by a really beautiful picture, go to:
www.modernartistsgallery.com/artistdetails/26_425_LucyOrchard.php
It is a beautiful picture called 'Bridge' by Lucy Orchard

Numb

Nothing -
There is never anything there,
Burning lights begin to glare.
I watch alone,
Feel nothing -
Numbness takes me,
I sink to the floor.
Why - why still be?
Emotions, once there before,
Lost and broken -
Shattered viles by the door.
All I can do is sit here,
Alone
And waiting.

I want to feel.

its bin a long time since i was here so.....

remembering is never forgetting

remember
silent whispers in the night
someone else beside me
couldn't see
no faces - only darkness
forgetting memories of life

blackness
darkness
covering the here and now
silently showing me there's no way to go
as i remember only one thing
all your pain

forgotten lie the hopes and fears
as searing
burning
all take hold
there is nothing to remembering
so i cannot forget

what i have i try to remove
i aim to shed layers like skins
i want out of this
no haunting calls or memories
don't look for me
i remember all - cannot forget