Originally posted by jlee17xoxo412
awwwww..po..thats not cool 🙁. Well i hope you get a new computer soon
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
?? faugh... sorry hon. looks like you will be visiting your local library alot, eh? 😂 nerd 😉
Originally posted by debbiejo
I like reading your stuff too.. 🙂
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
yesssss..... you must return and post more, even at the librarium. 😆
Ok here's one I wrote during the strike... at least I think that's when I wrote it....
Fading Away
On a black, moonless night,
Running through the rain,
No one has yet noticed the extent,
Of this lonely young girl’s pain,
She no longer eats or drinks,
Nightmares haunt her dreams,
Thoughts and images chase her,
Until she awakens with a scream.
Thin and gaunt, dark circles,
Hang under each melancholy eye,
She is slowly wasting away,
No one has heard her plaintive cry,
Wanting help, needing help,
But no one is there to give aid,
She has had to find her own help,
And found it in her trusty blade.
Her wrists and arms are covered,
With the scars she made with care,
Long ones, short ones, shallow ones,
Some too deep, leaving the bone bare,
And when she tires of this game,
She takes out her bottle of booze,
Drowning away her sorrows and pain,
Living this way, she can only lose.
Now she stumbles, falling to her knees,
The cement cutting into exposed skin,
Tears fall as she guzzles down her bottle,
Missing her mouth, running down her chin,
Her drink it goes straight to her head,
But now she knows just what she should do,
Taking out her beloved knife anxiously,
She makes the cuts deep, and her aim is true.
They find her body in the morning,
It comes as a shock to all who knew her,
That she would take her own life like that,
They were feeling guilt, oh yes they were,
If they had only paid her more attention,
Asked about her day, how she was feeling,
They would not be crying and grieving now,
By her cold corpse they would not be kneeling.
Originally posted by Coldfire
Ok here's one I wrote during the strike... at least I think that's when I wrote it....Fading Away
On a black, moonless night,
Running through the rain,
No one has yet noticed the extent,
Of this lonely young girl’s pain,
She no longer eats or drinks,
Nightmares haunt her dreams,
Thoughts and images chase her,
Until she awakens with a scream.Thin and gaunt, dark circles,
Hang under each melancholy eye,
She is slowly wasting away,
No one has heard her plaintive cry,
Wanting help, needing help,
But no one is there to give aid,
She has had to find her own help,
And found it in her trusty blade.Her wrists and arms are covered,
With the scars she made with care,
Long ones, short ones, shallow ones,
Some too deep, leaving the bone bare,
And when she tires of this game,
She takes out her bottle of booze,
Drowning away her sorrows and pain,
Living this way, she can only lose.Now she stumbles, falling to her knees,
The cement cutting into exposed skin,
Tears fall as she guzzles down her bottle,
Missing her mouth, running down her chin,
Her drink it goes straight to her head,
But now she knows just what she should do,
Taking out her beloved knife anxiously,
She makes the cuts deep, and her aim is true.They find her body in the morning,
It comes as a shock to all who knew her,
That she would take her own life like that,
They were feeling guilt, oh yes they were,
If they had only paid her more attention,
Asked about her day, how she was feeling,
They would not be crying and grieving now,
By her cold corpse they would not be kneeling.
Very nice poem.
Originally posted by Coldfireum......🤨
Ok here's one I wrote during the strike... at least I think that's when I wrote it....Fading Away
On a black, moonless night,
Running through the rain,
No one has yet noticed the extent,
Of this lonely young girl’s pain,
She no longer eats or drinks,
Nightmares haunt her dreams,
Thoughts and images chase her,
Until she awakens with a scream.Thin and gaunt, dark circles,
Hang under each melancholy eye,
She is slowly wasting away,
No one has heard her plaintive cry,
Wanting help, needing help,
But no one is there to give aid,
She has had to find her own help,
And found it in her trusty blade.Her wrists and arms are covered,
With the scars she made with care,
Long ones, short ones, shallow ones,
Some too deep, leaving the bone bare,
And when she tires of this game,
She takes out her bottle of booze,
Drowning away her sorrows and pain,
Living this way, she can only lose.Now she stumbles, falling to her knees,
The cement cutting into exposed skin,
Tears fall as she guzzles down her bottle,
Missing her mouth, running down her chin,
Her drink it goes straight to her head,
But now she knows just what she should do,
Taking out her beloved knife anxiously,
She makes the cuts deep, and her aim is true.They find her body in the morning,
It comes as a shock to all who knew her,
That she would take her own life like that,
They were feeling guilt, oh yes they were,
If they had only paid her more attention,
Asked about her day, how she was feeling,
They would not be crying and grieving now,
By her cold corpse they would not be kneeling.
Originally posted by Coldfirekewl!
Well hopefully 😊 I'll prolly be on mostly later at night tho, so we'll have to see
Originally posted by Coldfiregood. a bit...
Ok here's one I wrote during the strike... at least I think that's when I wrote it....Fading Away
On a black, moonless night,
Running through the rain,
No one has yet noticed the extent,
Of this lonely young girl’s pain,
She no longer eats or drinks,
Nightmares haunt her dreams,
Thoughts and images chase her,
Until she awakens with a scream.Thin and gaunt, dark circles,
Hang under each melancholy eye,
She is slowly wasting away,
No one has heard her plaintive cry,
Wanting help, needing help,
But no one is there to give aid,
She has had to find her own help,
And found it in her trusty blade.Her wrists and arms are covered,
With the scars she made with care,
Long ones, short ones, shallow ones,
Some too deep, leaving the bone bare,
And when she tires of this game,
She takes out her bottle of booze,
Drowning away her sorrows and pain,
Living this way, she can only lose.Now she stumbles, falling to her knees,
The cement cutting into exposed skin,
Tears fall as she guzzles down her bottle,
Missing her mouth, running down her chin,
Her drink it goes straight to her head,
But now she knows just what she should do,
Taking out her beloved knife anxiously,
She makes the cuts deep, and her aim is true.They find her body in the morning,
It comes as a shock to all who knew her,
That she would take her own life like that,
They were feeling guilt, oh yes they were,
If they had only paid her more attention,
Asked about her day, how she was feeling,
They would not be crying and grieving now,
By her cold corpse they would not be kneeling.
hug *whispers: "lets not and say we did, ok hon? "*
Originally posted by debbiejo
This is excellent!!!!!!!!!!!....sadangel
Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
Very nice poem.
Originally posted by Fëanor
um......🤨
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
kewl! good. a bit...hug *whispers: "lets not and say we did, ok hon? "*
And here's one I just did... yes I may sound like a vindictive b*tch but meh you'd have to know the whole story behind it...
I hope you die and burn in hell,
I hope that death comes slowly and painfully,
I hope you feel the uttermost fear,
I hope you feel it to your very core,
I hope you get just what you deserve,
A short, worthless, lonely life,
I hope what goes around comes around,
And it’s gonna get you real good b*tch,
I hope I get to see you crumble,
And be able to finish you off myself,
I’ll make you see just what you’ve done,
Though you’ll never receive any mercy.
Originally posted by Coldfirefear
And here's one I just did... yes I may sound like a vindictive b*tch but meh you'd have to know the whole story behind it...I hope you die and burn in hell,
I hope that death comes slowly and painfully,
I hope you feel the uttermost fear,
I hope you feel it to your very core,
I hope you get just what you deserve,
A short, worthless, lonely life,
I hope what goes around comes around,
And it’s gonna get you real good b*tch,
I hope I get to see you crumble,
And be able to finish you off myself,
I’ll make you see just what you’ve done,
Though you’ll never receive any mercy.