poems

VH1 is a boring ass channel
Just crappy TV shows, and false gods dressed in flannel
I had a long day, I'm about to overload my head
'night KMCers, I'm off to bed

^My uber short 30 second rhyme 😎

😂 night Nivek!

I once wrote a haiku about sleep...I wish I could remember how it went...

Celery? 😑

I can't think of anything
I'm bored out of my mind
my ideas are getting old and
my head is blank

I'm bored out of my mind
what can I say
my head is blank
the erasers almost gone

What can I say
nothing really
the erasers almost gone
and my lead is breaking off

I can't think of anything
what can I say
my ideas are getting old and
the erasers almost gone

I wrote this in 8th grade. I coudn't think of anything to write so my teacher told me to just write what I was thinking. . so I did. But when I turned it in for her to check it, she gave it back with a sticky on the top that said pick a topic -_-

why do i cry the tears of goodbye
when i never had the chance
why do i lie as i slowly die
when it was never mine to have.-tasha mary

You ain't dope just 'cuz you sniff it
That makes a wack rapper and a drug addict
Get it?
-Ras Kass
😎

Here is an ending to one of my poems

If I could only find the heart I seek, but it is lost in the dark.
For many years I have looked.
Nothing has been found.
Hopefully, I will find the heart I seek.
For I will treasure its every beat.

bla <_<

What is it you’re hiding from me
What is it your not telling me
What is it that makes you dark inside

(You cannot hide from me forever)

Like a fallen dream this will end all
Like a broken heart this will hurt
Like a dead animal I have become rotten

(And you’re the insects that ate all that I had)

With one stroke this will all end
With no hope ahead there’s not reason to be afraid
With one more kiss all will be well

(It’s too late to turn back)

No more fighting
No more secrets
No more troubles

(It’s all put behind us now)

As I hear your last breath in one horrid scream
As I see your eye’s lock onto mine
As I see your body on the ground

(I could smell the sweet smell of your blood)

The blade touching my skin ever so softly
The pressure it brings
The pain that stings

(It’s all okay now)

My body falls on yours
My eye’s see yours
My lips touch yours

(It’s all over in one last kiss)

A rain in December

I watch in awe as December rain curesses your face
like cream flowing over a delicate lace
Your eyes sparkle, a dark night with stars
like a magical galaxy seen from afar
A fragrance of apple-blossoms caress the air
I wake up wishing that I was still there
But I write this poem hoping to remember
once upon a time a rain in December.

This goes out to the hopeless romantics out there
and all the special lovers everywhere

I'm tired of the hate.
Not matter what I do, it can't stop.
Going through my mind.
How people say they love you, but yet they don't mean it.
They say looks don't matter, but really what they mean is As long as you are skinny.

I often wish I could float away into space.
Anyway from all the people.
So I would'nt have to pretend noones there.
I'd be all alone.
With out a care.
Nor worry about if I'm going to say anything today.
I'd be surrounded by what I love, and not what I hate.

I'm tired of all this hate.

Never more quoth the raven

Originally posted by Elektra_lover
Never more quoth the raven

Good one 🙂

😛

The center

You are the center of my being
a pure soul in my eyes
I wish i could find the meaning
and comfort you the times you cry

What are these demons that haunt you
I promise they will all be gone
And i will fall from grace too
just to make you my only one

Originally posted by justjakk
The center

You are the center of my being
a pure soul in my eyes
I wish i could find the meaning
and comfort you the times you cry

What are these demons that haunt you
I promise they will all be gone
And i will fall from grace too
just to make you my only one

Aww thats really cute.

I love to love. Most of the poems that sound the most beautyful are those where i talk about dreams "A december rain". I'm just a hopeless romantic who may never find the person just for me. For me, my poems are wishes, but if they make someone happy, then i've done my job.

Hopeless romantic

I am a hopeless romantic, a broken soul
searching for the someone to make me whole
a sweet presence to brace my tears
the one person who can calm my fears
To find that person would give me such bliss
and i would live forever in happyness

I long for long beaches with someone beside me
the waves crash the shore from the far off sea
The sand a beautyfull sparkling white
shall add an aura to the night
A wonderful dream I must admit
I am a hopeless romantic.

raven with a smile
or so that it was told
how raven lost that smile
how her smile lost her soul

raven mcaine so young and and tall
could only cry and weep
for the earth was bare and the trees would fall
and only death her hands would meet.

Upon the hill there were four stones
on a hill so green and great
yet one of those stones would be her own
and end the death of raven mccaine

no love for life
or palce to call home
only hatred and strife
For this raven was known

then one morn
came a rose
and thorn
so beautifl to touch and see
And on this morn the sun became warm
and ravens smile to light the scene

this happy smile did not stay
for the thorn was in too deep
yet a bloody blade would be the way
to set poor raven free

upon the hill there were four stones
upon a hill so great and green
and upon one stone a rose had grown
so Raven was never free.

I like chicken, I like liver

Meow mix Meow mix please deliver.

I love the Meow Mix song. I drive everyone crazy by always singing that 😂

Yeah, better then most of the pretentious boohoo poetry that little gothics and hippies write.