Vaya's poetry.

Started by vaya_the_elf25 pages

Thanks. I'm thinking of redoing though. Don't like the wording
that much. Like the idea, but I think it still needs some work to it.

Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
When all seems good, and all seems quite.
No one knows what pain is lurking.

There is a girl who wants to forget her life.
She feels no one understand, and the pain is just to much.
The tears she crys. She crys alone, and she lets know no one know
what she feels inside.

Something is lurking inside. Something she just can't fight.
She wants to make the pain go away, and find that place she once use to hide in.

She smiles when others are around, but those smiles are really frowns.
Nothing is the way she liked. Nor the way she hoped.

Nightmares are in her head, and she wants to cut away the pain.
Images of what is not right. She feels no one could understand what she feels tonight.

Thinking of a ways out. Knowing they are not right.
Pain keeps making her lose focas of the right.

Now she crys, and lays there in her tears. She knows it not right, but she wants to forget her life.

the poem i have always wanted to write & could never get right.. fantastic


Every thing's so clear when everyone else is not near.

f*cking AWESOME line

Thank you 😮
Glad someone is enjoying them 🙂

Do you write poetry?

yes i do.. but its mainly really depressive stuff so i dont post it.. cant let everyone know just how f*cked up my mind really is 😛

your stuff is beautiful tho...

Thank you. To bad you don't post them.
I bet they are really nice poems 🙂

He misses his love, and one can only imagine.
For some they might have turn into monster, and
he just turned really cold.

None can miss him when he passes
He is like no other.
Only Batman can save from this fellow.
He is to clever, and to cold for others.

Lets not forget this fellow.
Not that you can.
He miss his love, and his life.
His heart may be of ice, but let us not forget
he still has feelings deep in side that hallow ice heart of his.
Even the cold things will still feel.
Just not as well as others.

(( guess who it is ))

notworthy very freakin kool!

ok you guilted me into it vaya 😛

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
notworthy very freakin kool!

Thanks. Can you guess who it is?

Originally posted by bilb
ok you guilted me into it vaya 😛

🙂 I knew I could if I keep on bothering you

Sometimes in the dark people reveal themselfs.
True forms show in the dark, and the darks holds them tightly as if
they were in a woman's wound.

Lovers make love while children sleep.
Everything is quit, but the darkness is our true form.
We show what we really want, and we seek it out.
Only in the darkness we get what we want.

For in the dark we are our wildest, and so much can't be seen in the dark.Remember though the light always comes back on, and the dark does not stay forever.

Thoughs saw you in the dark will remember everything once the light shines though. Darkness does not say forever, so be careful at what you do.

Vaya.. stop reading my mind would ya!!! 😛

Seriously.. excellent job 😉

*laughs*

I'll try

Ooo I like the emotion you put into your poems 🙂 Keep up the good work 😄

coolness.

Thanks everyone. Just now see the mess up on the last lines. Can't fix it thought *laughs* thats what i get for not over looking my work before posting

Knowing that I am, so much more than you think I am.
Even if I only do the small things.
You, and I both know that those things to matter.

Someone has to think of the animals.
Someone has to help those who know one else wants to help.
Someone has to help those who are lost, and broken.
Someone has to help those who hurt others, and treat them poorly

Without it we are just another person.
No better than those who fed on the weak.

Don't you see.
I might do small things to you, but to me they are so much bigger.

We must not forget who we are, and what really matters.
What matters is how we treat others, and what we do to help.

Knowing I don't do everything right, and I don't help always.
But I know I try, and I give what I can, and thats all the matters.

So don't judge me to fast, because at least I try.
In side my heart I know what I must do, and don't judge me.
For I won't judge you.

I know I say I don't care about people, or anything.
It's not true.
My only problem is I care, and it effects me greatly.
So I know what I must do, and I know what is good for me.
Helping those who can't help themselves, and helping those that no one else wants to help. Thats what I'm here for, and even if I only do the small things I know that at least I make some difference, and thats what I want to live for. So don't you?

Originally posted by vaya_the_elf
Knowing that I am, so much more than you think I am.
Even if I only do the small things.
You, and I both know that those things to matter.

Someone has to think of the animals.
Someone has to help those who know one else wants to help.
Someone has to help those who are lost, and broken.
Someone has to help those who hurt others, and treat them poorly

Without it we are just another person.
No better than those who fed on the weak.

Don't you see.
I might do small things to you, but to me they are so much bigger.

We must not forget who we are, and what really matters.
What matters is how we treat others, and what we do to help.

Knowing I don't do everything right, and I don't help always.
But I know I try, and I give what I can, and thats all the matters.

So don't judge me to fast, because at least I try.
In side my heart I know what I must do, and don't judge me.
For I won't judge you.

I know I say I don't care about people, or anything.
It's not true.
My only problem is I care, and it effects me greatly.
So I know what I must do, and I know what is good for me.
Helping those who can't help themselves, and helping those that no one else wants to help. Thats what I'm here for, and even if I only do the small things I know that at least I make some difference, and thats what I want to live for. So don't you?


I wrote a couple poems similar to that ✅ And I feel exactly the same way 😊

🙂 Some of our poems are alike which is why I like them so much .. lol
Just joking

Poetry is my way of facing what I feel. Even as I write this I know what I feel, and what I hear.
Poetry can get to the soul, and even if its cold.
It's passionate, and its clever.
Don't just read these poems, because they are in our very soul.
Poetry means more to the writer than one can imagine.
It's deep, and its true.

Poetry is like no other.
Writing them never was hard.
For its already in your soul.

You make very good poems 🙂