i sit in a corner alone and in shadow
what you dont know is im prepareig for battle
see my life is hidden sheltered in silince
but im coming out and im feeling violent
so get ready for a struggle
im coming near
remember my name *****
my name is fear
((oh god you guys are gonna hate me for this poem))
I am now your friend
Others i will miss
But you`ll be here till the end
hello pain and sorrow
you are now my life
i know youll be there tomorrow
and youll bring me more strife
i guess its me and you
i do wish a friend
but i guess your gonna do
((um i kinda like that one))
Pain is not a game
yet i play with it so
With pain theres nothing to gain
yet i continue to grow
So feed me with your insults
and fuel me with your lies
it will make no difference
because pain wont be my demise
((not sure bout that one it was fun to write though))
The day i die will be my happiest
for ended will be a life the crappiest
The day i die all will rejoyice
for never again will they endure my voice
The day i die all will too for
i took pain from all of you
they day i die i will be forgotten
its my fault all the trouble ive got in
The day i die will also be lost
for mine is a life that should never have been crossed
((ok thats it for now))
dark and grimy no light to blind me this is the home for me
pits of worms that wiggle and swirm this is the home for me
solitude and silince no cruel violince this is the home for me
oh yes this is the home for me
((wrote that when i was like 8))
Gender: Male Location: ...cause I'm right here yo!!
maybe so, for this thread, but not however to this forum. i offered a suggestion in the hopes of maybe showing some originality, but if you wish to ride along on the morose train of "love be thy name, and the sun be thy face", then by all means do so.
Damn, you and Floo seem to be the only people on this forum who write in debth criticisms. I guess I'm guilty of the "that's great" cliche' as well. I agree, love can get rather repetetive as an ongoing theme, black goku has alot of promise he just needs to explore other realms than the, at this point, tired theme of love.
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what the hel my thread is called love poems so others could post love poems as well before i knew that all i had to do was read their own threads! if you lame lazy people would read all of my poems you would see that only one love poem exists!! i appreciate critism dont get me wrong but dont accuse me of wearing down one bloody aspect of life namely love when all my poetry tends to be of misery. Get your facts strait before you accuse me of wasting my "Talents" on love poems!
now on another note thanks for reading my poems
hopes held high to be let down
smile are shown to become a frown
life is started just so we can die
joy is felt so we can later cry
peace is kept so a war can unfold
youth is a path that leads to old
freedom is found just to lead to confinment
projects in life are finished for another assignment
life is a pattern of despair and hope
its a truggle can you cope?
lol i will do um here is a true story and it explains why love is a hard concept for me sorry bout the errors in it um i wrote this a while ago and never fixed it
The Death of a Friend
Ever since kindergarten I had had a friend. Her name was Stephanie Arroya.
Her hair was long and brown, Her eyes where a forest green. She was beautiful. We were both lonely, so I talked to her. We became friends almost instantly.
Years had past and we were still friends. I was in the fourth grade now and Stephanie and I were inseparable from each other. So no words said she was my girlfriend; we would always look out for each other. We told each other everything and stuck up for one another. I can remember one time we were playing in a ditch. We went down and started to climb along the loose sides. To us it was an adventure, a game, we didn?t think of the consequences. We went to a real slippery area and we couldn?t hold on. We fell but luckily we did not get hurt, actually the only problem was that we had torn our pants. Her parents were furious. She was going to be grounded for two whole months I couldn?t let that happen. I spoke to her parents without her knowledge. I told them it was my fault and that they had no need to punish her. What happened next was so fast. We negotiated that she would not be grounded at all but that she would not be allowed to see me for a couple of years. I didn?t argue and it stunned them. ?NO!? I heard Steph yell. ?Its not his fault. We both decided to climb and we understand what we did was wrong. We learned not to do it again! You can?t make my best friend not see me. We have always been there for each other we?ve been through too much for our friendship to end here!? I looked at her and saw that she had no fear in her eyes she meant what she said.
Her parents looked at each other and said ?ok you can see him in a week.? ?Ok? I said. As I began to walk out the door I herd steph.?No not ok!? She barked. ?I will see him tomorrow? her parents looked at each other and said fine. I was shocked big time. I had no idea she thought about me that way. I was about to go home when they invited me to dinner.
It was amazing. We forgot that that had ever happened. But it showed that we always looked out for each other. It was truly like that. We could not be separated from each other. I was in sixth grade now. We were always by each other in school and were voted cutest couple of the year. Then a tragic day, a day I will never forget came into play.
This day started like any other Saturday. We would talk about what happened the day
Before and comfort each other. I was bored so I suggested that we go see a movie and have lunch together. She said no at first so I kept pushing towards
Yes. ?Too bad.? I was going to buy. Wait she said ?let me go ask my dad for a little spending money.? ?But im going to pay? ?no I?ll help out? I smiled at my victory and surfed the web for movies. ?What do you want to see Steph? she looked up from something she was doing and said ?uh how about spider-man??
?Yeah they will be playing it in three hours though.? She smiled ?so? ?So what are we going to do for three hours?? well you can think of something.? I looked up at her and smiled. She walked over to me and kissed my cheek. ?Why do I have to think of something to do? because you???. Love me. She kissed my forehead and went back to whatever she was doing. I thought about what we should do for about five minutes before my curiosity was killing me. ?What are?
You doing Steph?? she smiled ?I thought you would never ask, remember that picture of you were you actually smiled? Well I am putting it in a place were we can never loose it, my heart! ?Your confusing me Steph? im memorizing you at your happiest moment so I will never forget it.? I was confused and I couldn?t figure out what she was saying so I smiled. ?Steph every time I am with you I am happy. ?I know you are but you have to admit you never smile.? Well lets go get something to eat,? I said.
We grabbed our bikes then looked at each other and dropped them. ?We have two hours and fifty-seven minutes to go let?s just walk,? I said. We began walking side by side. And we began to talk about what we thought was in store for the future. Steph started it. ?Nate what do you want to be when you get older?? She asked. ?I don?t know ?come on everyone has some idea of what they want to be when they get older? well I have always wanted to be a actor for some reason. I think it?s mainly because I want to be remembered for something in my life. What about you I? ?Well don?t laugh but I always wanted to be a doctor.? What type? ?A doctor who works with dieing children. I want to help
Them to feel happy and be remembered as the doctor who cared.? I smiled. ?How is it that you can be so caring about so many people? I don?t know I just have a big heart. I smiled we were approaching a McDonalds but we just kept walking we didn?t really like that restaurant. ?Nate why do you want to be an actor again?? Steph asked. ?Well I want to be remember? ?Yeah you said that but why do you want to be an actor?? cause I like movies and well that?s the thing I really want to do.? We continued on for many minutes about what we saw ourselves as in the future but we got tired of that. Finally we found a burger king and it was pretty close to the theater well what do you want to eat? I will have the #2 with some extra fries Steph told me. So we ate and when we were done we just stared at each other for what seemed like forever. We had an hour left by the time we got to the theater. We bought our tickets and while we waited by playing arcade games. Steph jumped on one of those games were you dance by following the arrows. When she started she was awesome. She didn?t miss any of the arrows and she got perfect on almost all of them. I stared at her and was overtaken by thought man she?s perfect. When she was done we went and bought some kettle korn pickles and of course we got snickers. It was time to find a seat and we got some perfect ones in the back. The previews were so boring. The movie started and she laid her head on my chest. I put my arm around her and kissed her head. I was defiantly in love and nothing could take it away or so I thought.
It was time for us to go home and we wished it wasn?t, for it was such a joy-filled day.
As we bid our farewells and got in our parents cars I couldn?t help but feel struck with an
Overwhelming worry that my life was never going to be the same.
I had made it home before Stephanie and was awaiting her arrival. Hours past
And still no sign of her I went inside with a small worry. I got over it quick cause I figured she was fine. I turned on the television and cursed my brother for the toys he left on the floor when I saw it.
On the news was a broadcast of an accident that had seriously injured some; and Stephanie?s dads? car was involved. I had recognized it due to the ugly
Paint job and could barley think. A soon as the hospitals name was released I ran outside.
It was raining I must have missed the start due to being in my own world of worry and disbelief. I grabbed my bike and started pedaling hard. Thoughts were rushing my head and I knew this was not good.
?4 MILES TILL LUTHREN HOSPITAL? I pedaled faster
And faster till the exit was apparent. The rest of the trip was down hill so I was going faster than I had ever before. 2 MILES, 1 MILE, NEXT LEFT, I passed these signs Quickly and turned into the hospital.
I dropped my bike and ran through the doors.
Drenched I asked a triage nurse where my dear Stephanie was. ?Down that hall room 107? I relentlessly started heading toward the room when she said, ? you might not want to go in there.? Ignoring her warning I walked through the door. What I saw haunts and hurts me still.
In the hospital bed drenched in wet and dry blood was Stephanie. It wasn?t some person I did not know; it was my Stephanie. She was unconscious at the moment
And her face was cut open on the sides. Her eyelids where purple, and they appeared swelled shut. I could barely recognize her; and it hurt to see her that way. Tears burst through my face and a doctor quickly approached me. ?You can?t be in here,? he said
My heart was pounding my blood was burning.
My soul was cold and was aching.
I left the room aided by a nurse and sat in the lobby. How could this happen? I wondered. Why Stephanie? It should have been me. An hour past and I saw Stephs Dad along with a doctor approached.
?When can I see her?? I demanded in a solemn
Voice. ?Soon? was the answer I received. ?What happened?? I asked the doctor.
I received no answer. I looked at him pleadingly. ? Its too soon to tell? he must have seen the frustration in my eyes because his next words were ? go, talk to her? I could barely walk let alone stand. Some how I managed to walk into the room and sit next to her.
?Hey, how ya doing? I asked. She was conscious apparently because she opened her
Eyes and looked at me. I used every ounce of strength to hold back my blazing tears.
She stared at me awhile and weakly smiled. It was making me sick to see her this way
But I smiled anyway. ?How bad is it,? she asked ?Don?t lie? She weakly demanded
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I said nothing and a lone, stray tear fell down my cheek. ?That bad? she asked
As she weakly sat up. I could tell she was in pain. She was trying not to cry and was doing a good job till I embraced her. She cried, ?Promise me something? ?anything? I sobbed
?Always wear your seat belt? ?I promise? I can?t explain the feelings that surged through me all at once. It was like some bad dream that I couldn?t escape. I wished I would wake up in my bed realizing it was only some horrible nightmare; but it was reality. How
Could this happen? How could a day this perfect go so wrong? I wondered if she was feeling the same way or if she was mad at me. Then I wondered if it was my fault. I should have thought of something else we could have done. I could have watched
T.V., or a movie at home. I could have cooked something for lunch.
?Nate, I love you? she said weaker than she spoke before tears burst through me as if I were a fountain of sorrow ?I love you too? just then I felt her breathing stop doctors rushed into the room. I backed out of the room and fell to my knees. ? Charge it to 140
Volts of electricity? ?stand by, clear, nothing sir, again clear nothing call it, time of death?? Death?! My heart paused at the word death. It whispered through my body
And froze my soul. That?s all I remember the rest is bank except for the funeral/burial
So now I?m haunted with a lot of questions. What would life be like if Stephanie were still here? Would I be a better person? Was it my fault she died? I have nightmares about this still.
But again why her? It should have been me. She was so much smarter than me.
She had real dreams for the future. She could have been something i can never live up to. Since she has gone I have spent one an half years being hated by all and I have accomplished nothing. I have only burdened others with my sadness and stupidity in efforts to entertain them. I have made people hate me even more. So I ask is there a purpose to
My life. Why am I still here if nothing I do is important, if all I am is a glitch in the complex patterns of life? Maybe that is my reason for existing. It has to be. Nothing else makes sense. I am to be an example of what failure is. To remind people what mistakes are? Well whatever the meaning of my life is I know one thing. I always wear my seatbelt.
Gender: Female Location: *somewhere??? who nows only I do.*
I was just done reading all of the poems they are so nice. this last one that you wrote was really sad. I have never gone to another forum that wasn't about harry potter until today thats when i found your thread.All the poems are really nice. keep posting.