I do not see a future for me.
And I know you're thinking how can that be?
Even though I'm not old, I've grown.
I truly think I will be alone.
I really no longer want to live,
and see what life and people really have to give.
I don't think pain will just disappear,
It aches so bad and that's my fear.
Could I possibly get over this?
Or maybe the pain will be something I'd miss...
Would anybody answer a plea,
to be there and help someone like me?
Originally posted by SelphieT
I do not see a future for me.
And I know you're thinking how can that be?
Even though I'm not old, I've grown.
I truly think I will be alone.
I really no longer want to live,
and see what life and people really have to give.
I don't think pain will just disappear,
It aches so bad and that's my fear.
Could I possibly get over this?
Or maybe the pain will be something I'd miss...
Would anybody answer a plea,
to be there and help someone like me?
I adore you in more ways then one.
You must realize you mean more to me then the sun.
Forever lost in a trance of humanity.
Never forget where you placed your purity.
If the leaf falls far from the tree,
I'm almost sure it's you who will pick it up.
And watch it fall apart,
Much like the heart,
Of the mirror that is me.
note: I wrote this this morning, and um, I had the worst feeling of depression. I haven't been THIS depressed in a while. I don't think I've finished with this one, I'll probably edit and change it up a bit later, but for now, here it is, in its unfinished glory.
if I took the time,
to undwind,
and let a man,
take my hand,
would I be...happy?
and if I changed,
my deranged,
thoughts and fantasies,
about being lonely,
would he be...happy?
and if we had a normal life,
filled with minimum strife,
and our arguments,
and hesitants,
end in the bedroom,
would we be...happy?
You've always been there for me,
and I never noticed.
The sweet smile you shine at me,
puts this perspective into focus.
When you hold my hand,
a grin sprawls across my face.
And I look into your deep mahogany eyes,
that reassures me in this place.
You speed up my heart,
and make me feel warm.
Then when we are apart,
you're image makes me feel at home.
NOTE: I wrote this when I was going to move out of my mom's place to my dad's place, but that was a long time ago, before my dad did some things to make me never want to live with him. So its basically about my mom's house........so yeah. enjoy.
I hate to say goodbye,
but then again I hate to lie.
You're my love and my home,
you're my salvation when I'm alone.
But now you've faded away,
we've drifted and have nothing to say.
No matter how much I strive,
I'll never forget you while I'm alive.
I'll keep it for you,
and we'll know what to do.
I'll preserve it and thats how it'll be,
because I know you are the one for me.
No matter how much they make me blush,
they will never be able to touch,
what is only ours,
and our love will bloom in showers,
because you're with me even when we are apart,
I'll let no one else take my heart.
Haven't written any stuff in nearly a year. But today I wrote something, which I hope you guys enjoy.
Ungrateful
She isn't satisfied,
she never will be.
She takes more than gives,
doesn't care how she lives.
She is ungrateful.
Her mother works hard,
her mother cleans.
Her mother tells lies,
her mother can't sympathize.
Her daughter is ungrateful.
Her father is nice,
her father is stressed.
Her father is full of plans,
her father will never have her with a man.
His daughter is ungrateful.
She asks for hugs and not kisses,
she only thinks of the past.
She doesn't want what money can buy,
she just wants love a person can supply.
She is ungrateful.
Originally posted by SelphieT
Haven't written any stuff in nearly a year. But today I wrote something, which I hope you guys enjoy.[b]Ungrateful
She isn't satisfied,
she never will be.
She takes more than gives,
doesn't care how she lives.
She is ungrateful.Her mother works hard,
her mother cleans.
Her mother tells lies,
her mother can't sympathize.
Her daughter is ungrateful.Her father is nice,
her father is stressed.
Her father is full of plans,
her father will never have her with a man.
His daughter is ungrateful.She asks for hugs and not kisses,
she only thinks of the past.
She doesn't want what money can buy,
she just wants love a person can supply.
She is ungrateful. [/B]
Hmm, I did love the poem, but I hardly agree with the message. Personally, I explained my reasoning.
Here's something I did last night. I'm pretty sure I'll add more later, or modify it a bit, but here it is. Here's my first attempt at real imagery.
Autumn wind against my face, it touches,
my hair, your warm hand it brushes.
Wrapped in a sweater, my hands up your shirt,
a sky so haunting, matches the light brown dirt.
The clouds twirl in your favor,
we stare into the sky.
You hug me tighter,
as I hope this moment will not die.
Here's one I just wrote. I believe it's my first attempt at something that doesn't rhyme. Maybe.
You reproduce to leave a legacy,
to have someone replace you.
You birth not an individual,
but a hungry puppet.
You spoon feed it lies,
as it dribbles out trust.
Spank it when it strays,
praising mimicry and stupidity.
You teach it life,
brute fathers and gullible women.
Conformity leads to happiness,
ideas are for sinners.
We are the defected,
thrown into your undesirable piles.
We've peeled off our skin,
we are on to you.
A child succumbed to an unaware disease,
it hurts, he cries, and he pleas.
A family with foundations restricted,
as they must leave their home, evicted.
A village unable to cooperate,
it's west against east as bombs detonate.
A species endangered for simply living,
as we grow their numbers are shriveling.
A country not protected by it's government,
guerrilla soldiers and machine guns aren't what they meant.
A world in danger as we think of our petty depression,
makes you wonder if we were meant to survive this session.
Originally posted by SelphieT
Here's one I just wrote. I believe it's my first attempt at something that doesn't rhyme. Maybe.You reproduce to leave a legacy,
to have someone replace you.
You birth not an individual,
but a hungry puppet.You spoon feed it lies,
as it dribbles out trust.
Spank it when it strays,
praising mimicry and stupidity.You teach it life,
brute fathers and gullible women.
Conformity leads to happiness,
ideas are for sinners.We are the defected,
thrown into your undesirable piles.
We've peeled off our skin,
we are on to you.
Your poems are great, but I gotta say, I really love this one.
Keep up the excellent work, Selph! 👆
Here's one I wrote today:
He unbuttons my jacket,
hand up my skirt.
He doesn't have to ask for it,
I understand as he lifts off my shirt.
He licks my neck,
his heat cannot resist.
It's growing, and he's becoming a wreck,
as he moves toward my breast.
He claws through the skin,
the blood begins to flow.
He tears my chest thin,
and in ecstasy, we both moan.
I feel him penetrate me,
while he breaks my ribcage.
His hands find their way inside me,
as his heat swells to hot rage.
We both smile and I take my last breath,
he's done scraping my chest apart.
And even after death,
he still wanted only my heart.