poetry from you all types welcome.

this is the poem i wrote just come on here and show your side
of poetry.

I WAS ASKED TO DO THIS POEM BECAUSE OF A PRIEVIOUSE POEM I HAD WRITTERN I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT:

the sound of a church bell,
the core of the crows,
a breezy hill side where no one goes.
The girl they say was laying in the grass watching sunset.
she looked to the sky thinking o-why.
her heart they say beat ever loud, but no longer proud,
the sound,
so lone, she sung for cheer.
the song still sang threw year and year.
the song stopped her heart sank.
after they say her parents drank.
found all alone at six am
the young girl could not hve tried again. the weeks to come her friends were glum of thourghts the girl. . . who died for none.

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Comment by AngelGirl on October 24, 2009 at 10:25am

Broken

Darkness unfolds,
like a warm embrace.
It pulls me down
into a black hole.
It covers my head
and chokes my voice.
It clocks my mind
and kills my soul.
Memories of long ago,
drift in front of my eyes.
Pain shoots through me
and tears flow....

Happy times flying past
and pain that stays.
Memories circling me,
drivin' me insane!
The hurt becomes unbearable,
I want to hide.
Away from all the faces!
Away from all the pain!
I see my own reflection in the mirror,
haunting eyes staring back at me.
Smashed pieces flying everywhere,
bits of glitter in the air....

Darkness creeps closer,
filling my mind.
Deep red drops drip to the floor.
Red veins on my skin, my hands.
Stars falling from the sky,
little specs to carry me away.
Falling on my knees to the ground,
I feel a hold, I pull free.
Glitter lights flashing around, red and blue,
a feather light feeling.
Bubble floating to the sky,
spinning the world from my gaze...

Darkness covers my soul,
there is no pain.
Falling in a puddle,
life is no more.

A broken me...
in my reflection, is all I see

Comment by Evil on October 11, 2009 at 10:19pm

Destiny

Through all the trials of life
And all the struggle and strife
I cannot help but to help this gloom
And I cannot save you from your fucking doom
Life is a lesson learned and not taught
For all the feelings I hold on the inside
And all the curses that lead to suicide
What about the past or future
What about the path to make things better
Is this really me or the reasoning behind what’s lost
As the blood under my skin burns and turns black
Time seems to break me down to the past
Doomsday is a state of mind that I cannot control
Faith is just another reason that love can be Sold
All this time I survived and really thought I fought
Can my undying love really ever last forever
And can my soul ever really accept the answer
Before me everything I love has died
Can anyone even see that I have tried
What about my own haunted thoughts
Nobody has ever really cared
And everyone seems a little scared
Sure my destiny is supposed to have a time and place
But it sure as hell aint something to embrace
I am defeated and I cannot take this very long
So my answers will never have questions
My questions will never be answered
I am nothing but alone and scarred
Look at me with your ice cold stares and you know
Time has taken everything I ever loved
What is left besides emptiness too show
Rushing to the end because I am fucking done
Not having a destiny is the destiny that I am supposed to love and embrace
I am standing on the edge knowing if I jump I will not leave a god damn trace
What do you think about me now
I don’t know what or how
some kind of god I am supposed to understand
The only thing I understand is I am no man
I love you but I hate myself
I know your pain but do you really know mine
I’ll be ready to die and tell you I am fine
I love the world and everything that’s not me
And my destiny has no say in what’s to be
Fuck you
Fuck you
And fuck you too


Evil dave 7/28/9

Comment by Angeles FideLESS on September 30, 2009 at 12:49am

(I actually did this!)

"A Fruity Proposition"
She sat above me, the sun and leaves in her hair.
I lied below her, through a steadied camra's lense I stared.
Apples strewn about around me, one half eaten in my hand,
She beckoned for her fruit and at her words I of course obliged to stand.

Though getting up too quickly, not on two feet but on one knee,
I found myself kneeling before her apple in hand outstretched, as one would do if he proposed.
Without thought I asked my love "Will you eccept my apple?" But she just laughed and took it from me,
One day I hope that she would answer "yes," and that when that day comes, she knows.

- LuNaTiC + pSyChOpAtH

Comment by kendra dianne kelly mccord on September 23, 2009 at 1:42am

just another poem.
''Mist of Thoughts''

people dont look on the inside.
they only see the out.
im screaming on the inside,but
i didnt know it could be so loud.
im slowly breaking and try to be strong,
but deep inside i know i can never go on

Comment by kendra dianne kelly mccord on September 23, 2009 at 1:38am

i love to write.the paper is all that listens to me.here's a poem i wrote.hope u like it

''Life of Pain''

all of this pain and sorrow.
im filled with outrage.
people see me but they dont know whats there.
ive got dozens of things running through my mind at once.
i feel very evil but i tell myself its in my head
ive got problems that will never ever be solved
if you were smart u would stay away

Comment by george david holland on September 22, 2009 at 7:47pm

The wind,
Howls through the trees.
The night,
Is as dark as can be.

I’m creeping through the forest,
To get away from everyone.
The animal inside me rages,
It just wants to run.

The change ripples through my body,
As I let the animal free.
I take off running,
Like something’s chasing me.

I fly across the ground,
Bursting with speed.
I can’t control myself,
Now that the animal’s freed.

As soon as I’m at the top of the hill,
I howl at the full moon.
Realizing that if I don’t get in control,
Someone’s going to be dead soon.

I run all night,
Hoping morning won’t come.
But soon the sun’s up,
And my day is done.

bye george david holand

Comment by Angeles FideLESS on August 16, 2009 at 5:24pm

My heart aches with an unrelenting sorrow that the rag doll's death remains in vain,
So in a final attempt to remedy her pain,
I send this greeting, and this praise,
In the hopes that her bloodied veil of heartache will soon raise.
Hush, hush rag doll baby. Sew your stitches, and weave a new life,
Not as the ragged doll but as the china marionette who holds her own strings.
Who conquers all strife,
And does not cry, but sings.

D.

Comment by Autumn Stone on August 8, 2009 at 8:40pm

i myself think its horrible but my bro said he like it


-Lost Love-
Sitting sometimes
Running other
You start to think
Of all the times
He held u close
And told you he loved you
You imagine what would have happened
If it were true
Would you have said the sacred words?
Or tell him the truth
That you know where he goes
When your not around
And he never is
That you’ve seen her
And that you know her
And that your over him
And his rough antics and horrible manners
And said finally
Go shoot your fucking self
And die
ALONE
In a hole
In the dark
Wishing I were there
But I wont be
Ill be with someone
That someone you may not know
Who loves me truly
And cant live without me

Comment by Skye Robinson on August 3, 2009 at 2:05am

This is a poem I wrote about a month ago, hope you like it!

She has dull grey eyes
That look like a stormy day
Her hair a bright copper
With hints of spun gold.
Her name means 'blind'
which suits her well.
She is blind of everything and everyone
She doesn't see how he sneaks around behind her back
She doesn't want to see
So she blocks it from her view
Not believing
Not seeing

Comment by BloodLust Vixen on July 26, 2009 at 8:31am

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*A Vampire's Love*


She cursed the day she was born,
Her wasted life full of painful forlorn.
In the shabby old kitchen she tremblingly stands,
Watching the tossed crumpled newspaper as it lands.

Abandoned earlier on by her parents at such a young age,
An agonizing and lonely life of survival had set the stage.
For dirty and unscrupulous men to defile her body till she cried,
Taking every pounding and beating, leaving her with no sense of pride.

She had to endure the pain as the bastards paid her coin for food,
She was left with no other alternative, no matter how unjustified or crude.
With teeth chattering from the lack of heat she cannot afford, she stares at the plate that held her moldy bread;
But just as quickly, her attention now diverted on the kitchen knife as suicidal thoughts played in her head.

But however tempting and a perfect quick solution that thought might be,
Deep down inside she knows she's a coward, this much she can see.
She surveys her meager bed till her sad eyes landed on the makeup-smeared pillow - her tears onto it sewn,
Her demeanor now transformed into a hate-filled determination of a person who's heart was carved out like a cold stone.

Her indiscriminate self-pity didn't have a chance to stay very long,
For she needs to get dolled up for the night as her curse strings her along.
As usual, she makes her way to her normal post - hoping business tonight will be lucrative;
Unawares to her, a creature of the night immediately took his fancy, his wicked intentions secretive.

He unabashedly channels his penetrating stare onto her from where he patiently sits from across the street,
Suddenly she felt creepy, as if a jar of spiders fell to the ground and started crawling at her feet.
Hesitantly she looked over her shoulder at him, eyes wide and feral and crazed;
Because he was too beautiful, seemingly all powerful and perfect as she nervously gazed.

Panic starts to constrict her lungs as she notices him walking gracefully with such confidence over to her,
She never expected a strange emotion like this - from a mere man to set her heart astir.
But jump it did as she inhaled the divine sweetness of his unique smell,
Her senses reeling, she had to grab the post for balance; lest she fell.

He continued to peer persuasively into her sad and lifeless, yet beautiful dark eyes;
Soon it will not take long before she succumbs to his will as his prize.
A power which comes easily to him, one that cannot be denied;
Tonight she will eternally be his, as he claims her for his bride.

Not caring too much of what profession she fell into;
He has loved her for so long, watching her with loving eyes held true.
It pained him to see the kind of life she lived, struggling day by day;
But he had to wait till her desperate hour came, waiting to save her before today.

Now that the time is here, he couldn't be any more happier;
She will rise above the darkness and in turn, meet her maker.
With this in mind, he wrapped her enthralled state beneath his cape;
And just like that, no one's the wiser for noticing their thin-air escape.

Materializing instantly into his centuries old vampiric lair,
He removes his cape from them and looks down to see her eyes covered by her hair.
He gently picks her up and places her fragile form on his bed to not disrupt her sleep,
Fighting for self-control now before walking away, he places his cold lips for a kiss upon her cheek.

She awoke dazed and confused and all alone - not caring where she's at,
Her head felt light and as if caught in a dream, her cognitive reflexes are slow to react.
Aroused beyond measure with heavy-lidded eyes and parted pouty lips,
She felt his tongue gliding upon hers and tugging with playful little nips.

Only this was not a dream, as he was truly there by her side;
Making love to her with his mouth, sending her senses on a wild ride.
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