Yes finally I can let my creative mind take ove again and write the most beautyfull poems when my art heart talks to me again.
Sorry just some bullsh*t POEM-INVASION
*Against all expectations...I actually made this ava myself lol*
It really is awesome that there is a place for poetry here. So many of the people here seem to be creative in that way, and now they have a chance to show it! Maybe I'll put up a poem... Or not.
The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.
- Ray Bradbury
It could be worse, you could be a character in a John Steinbeck novel.
I want to die as my Grandfather did, peacefully in his sleep. Unlike the three other people screaming in the car.
Mistake
I have made a big mistake?
I made one of those mistakes that make you lose a friend?.
Why did I have to be a fool and make a mistake?
I know I made mistakes before but this just was one of the worse ones I could have done?..
I wrote this 3-20-05
Time
As time disappears in front of my eyes I wish it to just stop.
I wish I could just freeze time real fast so I could rest and think about some things?.
But that how time is you wish you can stop it but you just can?t do anything about it?
Time stands still for no one and no one stands still for time?..
This is one time I just wish it slowed down because I am not ready for time to go by me again?..
I wrote this 3-30-05
How will?.?
If you don?t ask how would you know the answer?
If you don?t answer how will they know?
If you don?t wonder how will you learn?
If you don?t learn how will you live?
If you don?t open your eyes how will you see the world?
If you don?t stop hiding how will you ever truly see the world and its beauty?
If you don?t stop and look around for once how will you breathe and understand how things work?
I wrote this 3-30-05
Revenge is all I have left.....
You mess wit me its ok but when you mess wit my friends you better run cz I'll kill ya
Here's one i did today. This is based on a true story from when i was fat and ugly and having siezures ever 10 minutes.
On The Floor
Days and weeks and months and years
Were spent there on a chair,
Now time has broken me to tears
No longer can I bear
The needle pievring through my shell
The thorn stuck in my side,
The blade finds placement in my ribs
They twisted till i cried.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names, they hurt me more
All in my little rusted cage
That's falling to the floor
A single name, made many more
and many more made tears
Those many names bring back the things
That open deepened fears.
On the floor is where I lie
Thinking of this fear
While demon classmates, friend and foe
Torture me to hear...
"I can't stand it anymore,
Just leave me here to die,
you will not stop it,
when I whimper or
When I moan and cry.
You throw your paper at my head,
You know I'm in despair,
You know that now my spirit's dead
My soul's no longer there."
Days and weeks and months and years
Were spent here on the floor
Took more than that to get back up,
I'll stay up evermore.