I just recen;ty revceived a letter in the mail form Poetry.com. It had a poem I had written a while back and I was in shock when I read it beuase it's rather good and I can't remember when I wrote it. I think i wrote it just to get the thing over with [I needed the code it'd give me to unlock something] so I just jotted this down.
Sits and Stars
Sitting alone,
In the darkness I will stay
Comfort is what I feel
In the strangest,
Yet best ways.
I like to be alone
I enjoy to sit at night
To stare up at the millions of stars
matching each one
With each feeling
Being alone,
I can breathe
I can see
Being alone I can think
And be given the chance to be me
Here's an old one I found that I wrote a few months ago while going through my book:
Lecture: Love
Why do we love only to get hurt?
We love to endure the pain
We love to prove we're more than just naivety
To love is to know you will be miserable
And to continue to shoot down the alley
To love is to prove you are willing to give everything
Heart and Soul
Into just even trying to keep it glued
How do you lrecognize love?
Recognize love by its force
When you feel you've been hit
Hit so hard you crumble
And then feel no need to stand
But you do anyways because you're not going to give up
That it love.
And here's a rather bad one. I don't like it much. But ti tells a cute story. I think that's the only thing I actually like about it:
That Summer [inspired byt Garth Brooks]
We said our goodbyes
And hugged out last hugs
We shared out new memories
And cried our last tears
Leaving the summer was easy
Every summer was the same
But this one was different
Because this summer was mine.
Her hair silked deep brown
And her eyes shined hazel
Her skin was the touch of a baby
And her smile made the world shine
We met at the hall, on the way to the lake
She took my breath away
As she smiled and walked on by
Her body was thin
Her body was curved
Her legs were golden
And her voise was an angel's choir.
We hid form the elders
We hid in the bushes
As small lights blinked through the air
We swam through the fire
It burned deep in my soul
The time we shared
But nothing changed me more
Than the night by the lake
the stars were swarming the skies
And the moon found its place in the lake
She shared her life stories
Then sat there and kissed
the night turned into something I'll never forget
the night I became a man
She took my body and soul
She worked her hands of velvet
Her kiss lit up my sky
I had told her I had never
She just whispered that's alright
Her eyes were warmer the the sun
She had a softness in her smile
Somehting I've never seen before
As I slowly kissed her sorrows
She completely rocked away my world
We were only there together
Two lovers' once upon a time
That was the last I ever saw her
She left the first thing through the dawn
Leaving me with nothing but a memory
Taking everything with my heart
Summer's passed and still no sign
I waited as long as I could wait
Holding onto those last words of secret
Those few last words of faith
When I gave up on hope
As I made it down memory lane
I recognized that hair of silk
Standing down across the way
wearing something I knew,
she hadn't worn in quite a while.
Uhm, Freewebs.com gives you pages [7] to store stuff. I have a site there: www.freewebs.com/passing_regrets
I'm wondering who they are
The eyes outside my window
They sound just like the creature
Written and described by Poe
They whisper hisses of secrets
As they creep across the floor
I try to keep it closed
But they somehow shut the door
Haunt me while I sleep
Taunt me while I wake
Sometimes I hear them persist
On all the pain they can make
The scream inside my ears
Their voices never leave my head
They whisper thoughts of dread
and sleep with me in my bed
I don't invite them over
They come on their own
They show me scary pictures
Like people with their lips sewn
Lying in the bathtub,
Guarded in the night
By searchers of the souls
And some up at height
Staring down below
Counting down the time
Until their great big moment
Their perfect time to shine
down, down down they fall
Onto the world below
Falling on the cold hard ground
With nothing left to show
They show me scenes like that
The kind that haunt my dreams
Like when life seems so perfect
But then suddenly rips apart at the seams
I always hear the screaming
Of their victims far off lost
They all think they know it
Life, but at what cost?
A cost like this
Being haunted every night
I wake in the morning
Sheilding from the light
I don't know why I do it
But this I just began
And I feel it building within me
The hate of this wide land
I look upon its soil
My toes in the sand
Around my neck I feel
The choking cold, hard hand
I fight against them softly
But find myself alone
Once again I find myself
All,again, on my own
You just don't understand
the secrets of my past
They come haunting me forever
Waiting for the time to cast
Wanting me to come
Leave this place of dread
To leave just the way I came
From the portal to the undead
Their whispers are so thrilling
Their voices really taunt me
The tell me things I am missing
Things I am now DYING to see
Here on this land
I wake in the morning and sleep in the night
This taste in my mouth
It just seems so right
You think you know me
Got me figured out
But you don't
So just sit there and pout
Fall under my spell
As I drain your soul
I'm gathering together my strength
Kill you with a wift
And bring you down that hole
Join me with the others
the whispers, voices and taunts
Join them at the window
to remind me of my existence
My existence just to haunt.
Originally posted by kaiy037
the last oen I came up out of the top out of my mind. BecuaseI remember reading soemthing by Oscar Wilde. A girl was lookign him up on the computer in school and I was thinking about as much stuff as I read [whichisn't much] and I came up with the whispers and the eye.s