Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
OK, three more poems coming up;
Chosen Part 1
It feels odd, not being the other woman,
Looking out at the other woman,
Watching her struggle,
Fight with her feelings, desperation,
It overflows into my space,
Makes me feel like, I'm the bad guy,
I don't know why,
But I know I've got to try,
Not to make the other woman,
Feel, like the other woman.
Chosen Part 2
It feels strange, becoming the shunted woman,
Looking out at the new model,
Watching her glow,
She's fighting with feelings of satisfaction,
It overflows into my space,
Makes me feel like, I'm not good enough.
I wonder why?
Don't want to cry,
I stare, and try to work out what she's got,
That maybe I don't.
Oh, I know now,
She has him.
(I wrote these two separately, they kind of coincided with certain occurences right here on KMC, but I figured if I put them together then it would be easier for you guys to use them. Or you could even do them separately, I don't suppose it matters. Just draw them how you perceive them I guess).
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Just A Phase
I rise and rub my eyes,
Another day, another chance to die.
Hope coarses through my veins,
Warms my heart, yet feels so strange.
Why do I wish for closure?
I don't understand why I'm here,
Maybe that's the reason for wanting it over.
I could help it along,
No-one would ever be any the wiser.
Like they'd notice,
A little voice in the depths of me,
Always talking, always urging,
Why do I have this other side?
'Conflicting emotions' they called it.
As far as I'm concerned,
I'm suicidal.
The sooner someone notices that,
The sooner I can get on with my life.
Instead of wanting it to come to an end.
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Vampyr
Darkness alights, suffocating the skies,
Time stands still once more.
I walk alone, sounds sweep over me,
No wind, nothing touches my pale skin.
I try to recall the sun on my face,
Impossible, a far away place,
Where the warmth was once felt.
I shiver, more a reaction to lack of memory,
For I feel not a thing, clinically dead.
Eternity ahead,
I long to breathe again, to inhale the sweet aromas of life.
To taste something other than death.
Acceptance is my next step,
My fate sealed as I roam the Earth.
But I am strength personified,
For I am the undead, nor alive, it's a confusing state.
I know not what runs through my veins,
Nor do I care,
I am neither here nor there,
Always in one place and yet in another.
I walk on.........
It's a teenage boy standing in fornt of a bathroom mirror. He has his head hung low, and the veiw is from behind. In his reflection, his medium length hair covers his eyes, and the shadow covers the rest of his face. He is leaning his weight on his arms, which are on the edge of the sink, where next to his left hand there is a trickle of blood(the only bit of color in the whole peice), and a razor.
A description is all I can give. I hope I can eventually get both 'poetry personifications' up on here.
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
*sniff sniff*
My lil Ash is getting the recognition she deserves for her poetry, and to think she wasn't going to bother posting any. I forced her, it was the only way
Her eyes gleam with sadness, as tears begin to fall, she stands alone, as if she is a rose surrounded by thorns. Her sadness will immerse her already broken heart
Last edited by lil bitchiness on Oct 25th, 2004 at 08:03 PM
Her eyes gleam with sadness, as tears begin to fall, she stands alone, as if she is a rose surrounded by thorns. Her sadness will immerse her already broken heart
well Austin show me a better poem if you think these are all bad.
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Her eyes gleam with sadness, as tears begin to fall, she stands alone, as if she is a rose surrounded by thorns. Her sadness will immerse her already broken heart
Her eyes gleam with sadness, as tears begin to fall, she stands alone, as if she is a rose surrounded by thorns. Her sadness will immerse her already broken heart