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I don't do poetry, that often... my vocabulary isn't that large, but I feel like, since I write stories, I might as well give my paw to the poetry Corner. I onl have one poem so far.. here it is.
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Break Up:

Broken hearted,
Tears and Sadness,
Life becomes heated
Certainty, left alone,
The finale, over the phone.

Fallout 3 Based poem:

Thank the Overseer

I love the vault, It's safe here.
thank the Overseer, Thank the Overseer!
We are safe, from the world outside,
We stand together, hiding with pride!
Thank the Overseer, Thank the Overseer!
We are safe, we're fed, It's here we stay,
Until we're dead.

Not that bad i like it .

A single moment, after Graying skies,
I'd trade it all, before the rest of me dies.

One step further, Getting closer,
heart falling, just for her.

Bleeding hearts, coloring roses,
Let me be here for her, Lest my soul decomposes.

Originally posted by Malk
A single moment, after Graying skies,
I'd trade it all, before the rest of me dies.

One step further, Getting closer,
heart falling, just for her.

Bleeding hearts, coloring roses,
Let me be here for her, Lest my soul decomposes.

I adore this one. Good job!

This doesn't rhyme.. I don't know if it belongs here.., but it's how I feel...


My soul withers, I am lost in nothing but the night, with no moon.
I don't have anything left. My heart is slowly fading, losing emotion.
I've no one to hold, I've no one to tell the three sacred words I've longed to say, and truly mean it.
I've told her how I felt, but I cannot win her. She's with someone else, and I've been abandoned. By god, By love, By friends, and family.
I've no where else to turn but to sit and cry, and pray to the one called god, who I've never believed in. To follow in the footsteps of any slave who has asked for the unattainable. Who has asked for freedom, only to be whipped by his master.
True love is there.. I will never love someone else like I do her, but there is no way I can have her. I've lost her, I've hurt her, I've done nothing but mope.
This is my final chance, and I have to take it. Giving up now would only kill me. Emotionally, and physically... I could not live without hearing her voice, atleast once, saying the three, sacred words... "I love you."

Well i like it (:.

Questions.

Can someone be forgotten so easily?
Perhaps in the sense that, we are not needed.
Can memories you held so close for so long, just vanish?
Perhaps if they are broken.

How can you forget? How can you plainly give up?
How can you just let go of everything you've known,
To change, to what someone else wanted you to be?
How can I? Why should I, and why should you?

What can one person's words mean to another,
if the words are nothing but sorrow?
Can they still smile and pass you by?
Or do they cover their tears with laughter?

How can someone stand in the rain, braving the cold,
The sickness, just to think of what saddens them?
How can someone sit alone, yet pray for someone to place
a hand on their shoulder?
Perhaps they believe in the impossible.

How can we move on from things that have broken us,
things that numb our souls, hearts, and emotions?
Perhaps time heals wounds, or perhaps others cover those
wounds with the impossible.

Why do I still weep and beg, after so long?
Why can't I just forget?
Perhaps because I'm not meant to.

Why do others dismiss what I say, and grow angry when
they cannot help me in any way?
Perhaps it is because they are hurt that I can't
allow them to help me, for some strange reason.

Why must one man, or one woman, stand face to face with
themselves, when they are hurt, instead of fall in to
the arms of another?
Perhaps it could be that there is no one else that
can comfort them, except the person who hurt them.

Why is it always darkest when you're alone, the fear
building up inside you that breaks way through your
eyes, your skin, and your soul?

Why is no one able to help those who are hurt?
Perhaps it is because once a heart is broken,
it dies.

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