Lol i got alot of friends in real life and on the computer i meet people from there.But since problem from last night has popped up i might not be on for a while.I'm being stalked by a young male,i mean i have stalkers,but this guy did some weird stuff last night.I have police and friend in other states notified and there coming to help me.I'm worried sick he knows where I'm at on he Internet..this is getting freaky so i might not be on for a week.
As you lay there sickas a dog.
You look for help,this is what you done.
I couldnt help but look away,this is what you made your fate.
I told you from the start,your a pretty young gal.
But you turned your head,in disgust.
I pull away from the room,tears fill my eyes,so does the pain.
Chocking on my air,trying to find away toget past this.
But i lost all hope,you lay there sick as a dog,you just broke down,the pills where your escape.
i want to take the blaim,of all your suffering and pain,but i blaim you my dear,only you.
You made your self sick for this petty game.
They didnt care about you i did,but no i half to look away.
Grabing to my neckless yoyu had gave me,i told you i wil lbe there till the end.
But i geuss this is the end.
Im sick and done.
-Camille-
Did this one really fast will fix it up
Stalker's
At every street corner,
In every major city,
They lay in wait,
Their beady eyes brooding under dark hoods.
An evil mind; twisted and insane,
Their motives unclear,
They watch, they see, they know,
Somehow they always know.
They see a young girl,
Follow her,
She panic's, runs,
Another lays in wait.
On the internet they are there,
Waiting,
Knowing,
Stalking. The physcological hoodlum.
They go through your trash,
They plan,
Their minds distraugt,
Looking for information.
"This world we live in, cruel. Unkind."
"The people we live with, vindictive. Evil."
"These cities, unforgiving. Wastlands."
"Death may be one way out. Don't be a fool!"
Death is an excuse for not owing up,
For the probelms we have caused,
Especially with this purgatory world,
The halfway point between heaven and hell.
The Stalkers they will always be there,
Nothing I can do,
Just sit and wait,
Despair, when they are there.
Stalker's.
-Kevin Traynor
I dunno if this is a good poem, but maybe it carries some meaning. Stay safe Camille, be safe.
Holding onto,a broken past.
Im screaming into this microphone i know you wount last.
Im crying out,into your ear.
I dont understand ,this not at all, this world is spining..out of control
As i drift out into my mind,your making me dizzy,your hurting me.
Yell on top of your lungs.
Sing with all your forse.
Baby run,before i lose my grip.Im going to spit your blood,onto this concret floor.
I took you into my arms,you cheated you hate.
Everything did,made you worse.Why cant you just leav me aloun,
You nasty whore.
I took a chance on you,when the people screamed not to,
You stupied **** ,look what you did,you are a sad breed.
I hope something will make you bleed.
I love you ,you scream,screw you.
You stupied skeez.
As you lay on the floor i laugh it all off.
Closing the door.
Is done now
-Camille-
Violent for my taste but i am bi and ya i did datea couple girls,she knows who the hell she is that i hate.
I havnt wrote for a while,going to add more.
So when you grow the guts to come back home.
Know that im not going to be at your side.
We built are home we built are bed,you know what i mean.
When we where young, my mother said don't fall in love
my father called you a phase,my sister said your bad.
I didnt listen and reached for you hand.
When years past,when i layed my head down,i open to see you face.
You where my life,i felt like i was one with you.
But when i layed my head down one night,my eyes open to find you gone.
Your bags packet,your heart gone,you leaving no trace.
Every day i felt the pain grow more and more in me.
The home we made,feels like all walls coming down.
When you grow the guts to come back home.
Baby im all ready gone.
Ok pulled the triger,you felt a rush,you felt your heart sink
you felt like you did wrong.When you open your eyes,you
screen over the area.
Till you see the blood gush .
You see the boy gasping for air,hes reaching out for help.
But standing there watching,hes almost about done.
The feel of the gun,imprents into your skin,the smoke arrising.
What have you done,your eyes locked you body stiff.
You hear others come near you,crys and screams,lift into the air.
When things go south,you know what you done.
Pulling back you start to run.
Some one crys hes dead,the words peirce your ears,and you fall to the floor.
When the cops come they grab you tight..time passes everything ends.
What happens to when anger gets the best of you?
For only tears are shown,only the pain that is hiden away.
A smile so broken , a laugh so fake.
Whats become of me dear,why am i so weak.
I can't breath, this air is making me sick to my knees.
I pull away and start to walk down the street.
Only your face is printed in my brain.
When love is so strong it brakes my heart even more then its shown.
When only memories remain,how do i forget the pain.
The loving grace,the warmth of you arms feels so strong.
The sent of your shirt,glues me to like a fly to a wall.
Am i only just your toy,that you like to play.
Or am i the girl you really did love at the point.
Are you stronger then me,at the point of no return.
Can you feel my heart beat,thats skiping the beats.
Or am i just a faded memorie pushed back in your brain.
Will you ever love me the same way,or am i just tossed away.
I love you more then you can think,but this friendship is town inbatween.
-Camille-
Sorry i know spelling might be off im not re checking it its hard to type when smoking a ciggerate,but just a quick poem. I'm geting more into the habbit of writing here agen.
I'm the one scarping your blood off the carpet.
Im the one crying over your shoulder.
Im the one holding you close,to try to feel you .
Im the one left and broken.
Im your best friend,left in the dark,
Im the girl who was siting at your casket.
And im the one wishing you hadnt.
Im the one stairing at the gun,.
Im the one wishing you never pulled it.
Im the one wishing i could of seen it coming.
Im the one wishing you where here.
Im the girl that lost her whole world.
-Camille-
R.i.p andy
Originally posted by Gloomy Ninja
Every momment,Has is story
Every word,has its meaning.
Every life,has its purpes.
Every smile,has a hiding.
Every baby has its death.
All the years has a broken past.
Holding onto memmories,that wont last.
Is like holding onto to sharp broken glass.
Teenagers dont grow,some dont make it .
Milk turns to beers,and lolly pops turn to cigrates.
Every good deed brings 10 horribul things.
Nothing fixed
nothing pleased.
Love is broken in half,.
Sex is just a trick.
Life is just a fool.
To much risks are taken,and not enof gained.
And where shaming the world.
And the people who live in it.
So think before you do it.-Camille-
Wow, this one really hit me. I saw exactly what you were going for but it gets hazy towards the end. Do you have any other versions of this poem? You should think about giving the last three lines a little bit of retrospective care. I think, this one is potent.
Every moment, Has is story
Every word, has its meaning.
Every life, has its purpes.
Every smile ,has a hiding.
Every baby has its death.
All the years has a broken past.
Holding onto memories that wont last.
Is like holding onto to sharp broken glass.
Teenagers don’t grow, some don’t make it .
Milk twists into beers, and candy turns to cigrates.
Every good deed brings ten horrible things.
Nothing fixed
nothing pleased.
Love is broken in half,.
Sex is just a trick.
Life is just a fool.
To much risks are taken, and not enough trust gained.
We all try to make it, trying to keep are frame.
We try to hard to make are self perfect .
We cast the shadows of the mistakes that past us.
Originally posted by Gloomy Ninja
Every moment, Has is story
Every word, has its meaning.
Every life, has its purpes.
Every smile ,has a hiding.
Every baby has its death.
All the years has a broken past.
Holding onto memories that wont last.
Is like holding onto to sharp broken glass.
Teenagers don’t grow, some don’t make it .
Milk twists into beers, and candy turns to cigrates.
Every good deed brings ten horrible things.
Nothing fixed
nothing pleased.
Love is broken in half,.
Sex is just a trick.
Life is just a fool.
To much risks are taken, and not enough trust gained.
We all try to make it, trying to keep are frame.
We try to hard to make are self perfect .
We cast the shadows of the mistakes that past us.
That seems a lot better to me. It feels more fluid. I think you should try to find yourself a budding editor. That may help you very much.
I'm no one to give advice but i really think you have a great great piece of work right there. You should keep working on it because, i believe, with the right amount of care this poem could flow effortlessly off the tongue.
Originally posted by jinXed by JaNx
That seems a lot better to me. It feels more fluid. I think you should try to find yourself a budding editor. That may help you very much.I'm no one to give advice but i really think you have a great great piece of work right there. You should keep working on it because, i believe, with the right amount of care this poem could flow effortlessly off the tongue.
Thank you ^-^,i did not to long ago found some one to look over my work and help me fix what needs to be fixed.
We sit at this old broken table.
Are arms crossed and are eyes locking.
The achohal is coming in.
And are emotions coming out.
If i could only tell you what is upon my mind.
Maybe i can change your mind.
But I'm not trying to kill this moment.
This is bitterest yet sweetest thing that's arising
We leave this table are backs turn to each other.
Walking away as nothing has happened.
No body knows what happen
Yet it left a mark upon this broken old table.
That knows everything.