Gender: Female Location: California Sexually: Frustrated
Faded
Living disappearing... I’m not standing here anymore.
I’m dying going like a false walkway.
The pain in my heart is making me go, and I can’t stop it.
Black dark cover clouds like an angel’s hell.
I’m screaming and no one is willing to help.
The picture I draw on my wrist is a symbol showing I can’t carry on, and
then he comes into my life again.
The blood that drips from my wrist shows I don’t wanna live anymore, but
then out of nowhere he saves me again.
My blurry eyes are showing up again.
It must be tears again.
Now when I touch things I go right through them.
Like fog in the morning, and no one is willing to help me out.
The picture I draw on my wrist is a symbol showing I can’t carry on, and
then he comes into my life again.
The blood that drips from my wrist shows I don’t wanna live anymore, but
then out of nowhere he saves me again.
The picture I draw on my wrist is a symbol showing I can’t carry on then he
comes into my life again.
The blood that drip from my wrist shows I don’t wanna live anymore, but
then out of nowhere he saves me.
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
May I just point out that those who can portray their pain through art or verse are often the strongest of us all. It's the ones who bottle it up and cannot share who will never be helped. Keep it coming Ash, you have true talent. It unfortunate that depth of emotion only seems to stem from pain or trauma, but in allowing us to share your pain, you're moving forward. That's the best way to go sweetie
Gender: Female Location: California Sexually: Frustrated
Thanks Sy, It really means alot to me that you enjoy reading my poetry. Here's one that isn't so down. I just wrote it about and hour ago. I hope y'all like it.
Each day passes with a new light on the world,
Changing this childish little girl,
Into the women I've become,
My hearts been broken,
By someone who only saw me as something to see,
But I am stronger,
I will live each day as my own,
Not some one else,
Mine,
One day I will share it,
But not now,
The light of each day changes,
It changes people,
It changes friends,
But above all each new bring new life,
And new hope
Gender: Female Location: California Sexually: Frustrated
Would You
No matter how hard I try
To be happy for you
I still cry myself to sleep every night
And I wonder why
You choose her over me
And yet you seem happy
Would you even care
If I died here, tonight
Would you even cry
If I were to die
Right here, tonight
In front of your eyes
Would you at least burry me
Or not even bother
Would you care
And see your mistake
Would you cry
And dump her
Would you burry me
By the my favorite blossom tree
If I were to die
Would you.....
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
I Just Can't Find The Words
I don't even think they exist you know,
The words I need to appease your aching soul.
I'm not even sure they were ever in creation,
Those little sounds I'm looking for that will help you breathe easy.
But I swear I'll continue to try,
There's no giving up this end.
As long as you swear to stay,
And promise to hold on that end.
I'll read every dictionary,
I'll learn every language,
I'll sing every song,
Just in the hope that one day,
You'll hear what I say,
And believe.
He's yours.
He was never mine to begin with..............
Gender: Female Location: California Sexually: Frustrated
That's beautiful Sy
Krabs55- I write about things that happen in my life. I'm sorry if it's depressing but that's my life. I can't just make up so happy little poem about sunshine and never ending love. Some people can do that, but not me. I write what i feel and nothing more.
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Ash - I think you understand the concept, the crying smilie says it all
Krabs - I wasn't having a pop at you hun, I was just trying to explain why all the poems seem to be about pain, or hatred. I, personally, think most poems are written this way because pain and hatred are such strong emotions. You'll remember a happy event clearly, but you will never have the scars and trauma you get from a tragedy.........
Gender: Female Location: California Sexually: Frustrated
Here's something that i don't normally do. I'm thinking this up as i type, here goes.
Your Name
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
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