It's been awhile since i've poested anything, but I didn't have time or the privacy to write anything. Here goes..

Tug it down
To The Ground
Your halo
Into a noose

Hang your soul
of happiness
and gaze through
eyes of pain

You taunt and tease
These are the keys
That lock me deeper down

Poke and prod
the fresh laid sod
that covers my old plot

Your words hurt like
a salted wound once
pressed and then refreshed

It's me you've killed
and covered up
and never to regret
the day you drove
the nails in me
I lost the right of breath

You crucified me all my life
only to reveal
that you alone were in control
My wounds would never heal

I couldn't take it anymore
so I took my life instead
Away from you was better
then what I was mislead

Now faced with only memories
of everything you said
I'm forced to look upon
the things that made me to be dead

Now looking back I can see
That I had so much more to be
then stripped of life and love itself
when faced with death
I chickened out
And left the scene so easily

Picture perfect
to the eye
Your lack of brain
makes me cry
I can't beleive
It can be true
someone to be
As dumb as you
What did you learn
at school each day?
Is it possible your
still okay?
Brain damage?
or
kept in bondage?
I don't know
what's wrong with
you.
But maybe there's
something that you can do
Die your hair,
neon green.
And make sure
there's something
between
your ears, so empty
and hollow most cold
don't live your life
through what your told
Think for yourself
and be quite bold
You are a person
and not a toy
there for others
and there joy
Live life in human
and not the blonde
you dyed to be
to change who
you didn't want them to
see

* I wrote this about blondes that are really stupid [i'm not saying all blondes are stupid], and how people that die their hair blonde, act stupid. I just don't see why someone would want to be stupid? To me you only get somewhere in life by having inainteligence. And it's true that guys do tend to go for the idiots, but, if I were lucky enough to have a boyfriend, I wouldn't act stupid for him. If a guy doesn't like you for who you REALLY are, then he can go to hell. But it really pisses me off, how you see all these, fakes, going out of there way, to get lousy grades, and not know answers to dead simple questions...HINT HINT...Jessica Simpson... *

They're in danger
We're in anger
A rage for nothing
They'll leave with something

Press the razor to your skin
watch the blood drip on the floor

Is it needle or is it pin?
Shall I cry for just a little bit more

Let the tears flow down your cheek
watch it bleed, and start to stop
quit your crying go get the mop

stare down to the floor
now wet with blood
congrats! you've reached the core


wipe the blade just go to bed
watch the wounds close
with lines of red

scream to yourself
then laugh at this pain

Calm down and ask yourself...
'What The Hell was That For?'

A country bound by on mans lies
another choked by his tacky ties
A cheesy smile plastered on the wall
equals soldiers smiles take the fall

A wave of terror
a wail of pain
a shade of black... my sky
a collapsing home
a mangled glimpse
a dieing soul... of mine
a ripped up life
a zipped up mouth
a life I led myself
a tortured mind
an empty shell
as I quickly dissapeared

I'm the knife inserted in your back
I'm the rose left in the rain
I'm life you wasted chasing her
Not getting anywhere
I'm the person you ignore
the one you can't define
I'm the one that cares about your
every single waking line
I'm the words you left unspoken
I'm the whisper of the wind
I'm the bug you swat away
and the tender heart your breaking
I'm the ashes of your past
but the light among your future
I'm the thoughts that lie inside your brain
I'm the one you'd rather forget
the one you never cared for
I'm the one you wish erase
never to return
I'm the one who holds your heart
I'm the one that has the key
just to open you up and shine the beam on what just could have been 



 

This is not a poem, but has everything to do with poetry. In my school we're doing a poetry class, and all the really preppy girls write about how hard there life is and how suicidal they are. I think the is disgusting because everyone knows that their lives are dead simple and it's all fun. They have nothing to complain about. They do'nt suffer rejection and iscolation. If they really do suffer then they can write about that. But I really don't think breaking nails, and feeling depressed for a day, qualifies as suffering. It's a grab for attention... and if they really suffered I don't think they would want attention. When you feel depressed you want everyone to go away, and stay out of your way. Not everyone aw-ing over you, and feeling sorry for you. This is something that really bothered me, because they take away from one of the real essences of poetry, which is pain and real life experiences. I'm not saying it's all about the suffering, but these girls are strictly ruining poetry by writing like this, it's understandable if they wish to write about a happy experience, or even a sad experience, but make sure it happened, in either a close way, or some what distance! POETRY IS NOT FOR ATTENTION!

With lines of white
it brought delite
Slit lines of red
comes scars she'll dread
Poured tears of black
might seal the crack
Of break in the heart
loved ones depart
To a box in the ground
her soul never to be found
Far locked away
to her friends dismay
her minds away
And still she grieves
with every pet peeve
it's bottled inside
Where it'll always hide
Pain won't come out
but maybe a shout
She's sad you know
spirits always so low
Please cheer up kid
and the pain will rid

* I just wrote this about my sister, my grandmother died 3 years ago, and my cat died a year ago, and still she grieves about it. I worry about her alot, she doesn't talk about her feelings, or even write about them like I do. She wont say what's bothering her either. So whenever I do something to bug her or anyone for that matter, she'll get upset and tell my parents she misses our grandmother. It's really sad and I worry she'll do something dangerous when she gets older, she's only 9 now and things can escalate, I don't want her to have to deal with all of this and think the only way out is too hurt herself.*