My Depressing Poems
- Poetry ------ Poerty, happy, sad, exciting, boring. There are all types of poetry, but they all make u feel something. Some are good, some are bad, but they always mean something. So read them carefully (expecially mine, or u will be confused) and, experience the feeling or meaning of poetry.
- I am a pig, I have four friends, an owl, a bear, a rabbit, and a tiger. I have pink and white stripes on my belly. I love to pick flowers, and play with my friends, who I love. I have a curly tail, and am very small with a fat tummy. Kids love to watch me on T.V. I AM PIGLET
- Kissing ------ A couple together, showing there love and care for each other. Swapping spit, when your sick, making out, you can't shout. Long, deep, sexy, sweet, hearing each others HEART BEAT.
- Love ------ Love, love is suppose to be happiness, but I feel pain. It hurts, it feels like he crawled inside me and ripped out my heart, there I see it lying on the floor, I pick it up and begin to cry. I'm so heart broken I've started to imagine things. Whats wrong with me I say? I want him to love me, i want him to say he'll stay with me. This poem I'm writing for u my love, I want u to know, I want u to know how I feel. I wish I could tell you everything on my mind, but I can't, I can't because it's better not knowing how u feel, than taking the chance of u saying no. I wish the other girl would leave, she's not worth the pain for u, but maybe, just maybe, I feel the same for u as u do for her. I've tryed to forget u, but when I start to think I have, I see you again, there u r. I can't forget u know matter how much I try, I can't stop loving you, I can't stop wanting u. Why can't I stop, why?
- WEED ------ People call it all different names, PoT, WeEd, MaRiJuAnA, DoPe, MaRy JaNe, but there all the same things, they make you feel FUCKED up, like your just a ghost sitting in the room. Happy, sad, tired, it makes some people hallucinate things. But whatever it makes u feel, and who ever u r, I just want u to know that u don't need that shit. Ya, it might be fun once in awhile, but when u start to think that u can't be happy with out taking one PUFF, is the time to think about calling it quits, and trying to find your old innocent self again!
- Perfactly Fine, Ugly ------ The way u look to me, pukey green eyes, dandrify brown hair, a scrawny body with no muscles to show, hiding your face with a hat all the time, wearing pants 10 sizes too big. Most people would think you're a geek, but I think your sweet, and thats all that matters to me cuz I love you. I don't care what u look like, cuz if I did I would not be seeing u right now or ever. But the way u look to me on the inside is all that matters, because what u are on the inside is so sweet and innocent. What more could I possibly want? Nothing you're fine the way you are!!!
- In Memory Of ------ Sitting in my moms car, listening to the radio, all of a sudden I heard it, Christopher Harper, killed in a car wreck today, at age 14. I didn't believe it, it couldn't be him, becides he was only 13 anyways. I went home, I saw it on the news, a picture of Chris, I stared screaming, saying NO, NO, it can't be him. So afraid, so confused, I didn't know what to do, what to say. Thinking, seeing, looking at him dead, I wouldn't be able to bare it. The funeral, I didn't go, I wanted to remember the way he looked alive, not dead. Now I wish I did go, but most of all, I wish he were still here. Now all I have is my MEMORYS.
- This poem, I wrote just before my dad died. It's called The End Of A Life ------ My dad, he's sick, too sick to be cured. Heart problems, lung problems, having a very hard time breathing. It's almost time for him to go. We don't talk about it much, but sometimes he brings it up. And he says, it's almost the end of his, lifetime.
- This one I wrote soon after he died, it's called Sadness ---- What is sadness? Is it feeling pain in your heart? Is it crying every night? Is it the feeling you get when u lose a loved one? Sure, it's all of them. The feeling of pain in your heart can come from many different things. Being rejected, getting into fights with people u care for. Sadness is crying, you can cry for many reasons, but the one reason you cry the most, is because of sadness. The feeling you get when u lose a loved one, to me it's more than just alotta sadness. To me it's pain, I can feel my heart ripping out of my skin, it hurts so badly, I can not stop shaking and crying. My voice is so strong laying out these words, No No No, he can't be, he's not, I wouldn't believe it, I couldn't believe it. It seemed like a big terible dream, and it still does to this very day. It's so hard believing that he's gone, not hearing him, it hurts so much, I love him so much. If I wouldn't have seen them taking his life less, cold body, outside of my house, and into the car to take him away forever. I would still think he was here. But now I am just missin him. I love you dad, I wish I could tell u that, and be able to hear u respond to me, but I can't, I can't.
This page I am going to deticate to my father. He passed away on April, 7th 1997, with out letting us say good bye to him for one last time, god took his soul. and took him to heaven where he will always be. He was the nicest man in the world, why did he have to leave? Everything has been different sence he has left, not hearing him talk, make his smart ass remarks, not having family dinners anymore because he wouldn't be here to eat with us. Crying right now as i write these words, all I can say is I love him so much, and I couldn't miss him anymore then I already do. My life has changed dramitically, and it will never be the same as long as I live, till the day I die, I am waiting for that one day where my life is put back together.
This is a story I wrote, it won't be on my page for long so if u want to read it, your better do it quick!
The Day Of My Dads Death
As I was sitting at the computer, downstairs, everything seemed like a normal day to me. How was I supposed to know that it would turn out to be the worst day in my entire life? My step dad was upstairs taking a nap well, so as I thought. My mom had just gotten home from work. Then everything went kayos!
She walked in the door, and I could hear her walking around. Then for some reason she came downstairs to where I was at, and asked me where the telephone was. I told her, "I don't know," and then asked, "why?" My mom asked me when the last time I herd my step dad up was. I told her I didn't remember, and then asked, "why?" again. She said to me, "because I think he might be dead!" I started crying instantly, saying, "no, no! He can't be, he's not!" My mom told me to stay downstairs. So I stayed downstairs, and then started calming down a little, thinking, maybe she is just imagining things. Then all of a sudden, I heard her start screaming. When I heard her crying, I started crying again, the hardest I had ever cried.
About 10 minutes later I heard someone come in the door upstairs, it was my step dads son. I waited a little while, and then yelled up the stairs, "he's not is he?" My mom replied to me and said, "yes." I ran to my room, where I crawled up into a ball, cried, and screamed the loudest I ever did, out of sadness, and fear. There was nothing coming out of my mouth making any sense.
My mom came down to my room, and started trying to calm me down. We sat there for a few minutes and cried together, as she held my legs and arms down very tightly, trying to get me to stop shaking. This all felt like a huge, terrible, dream, to me. I guess I can say, in a way it still does.
My mom asked me if I wanted to go see my dad. I told her, "no!" So, she went back upstairs. A few seconds later, I knew that I did want to see him for one last time. So, I went upstairs, I was so scared. It was so hard to do, and to see him, not breathing, was even harder.
Soon after I went upstairs, the people showed up to take him away. They came in my house, with a stretcher to place my dad on. He was lying on his and my mom's bed; he died in his sleep. One of the men that had to take him, told us that he had to get his wallet and anything else that was in his pants, out. He also had to take his wedding ring off him. This was the worst thing I saw, the men just grabbed my dad, and flipped him over like he was just a pancake, and took everything out of his pants. I flipped out and started crying and screaming harder. Then they put him on the stretcher, and covered his lifeless body up.
Watching them take my dad out of my house, and putting him into the car. Which they would drive away in and never come back, to let us to see him again, was also hard. We said, "goodbye," to him for one last time, and watched the car pull away.
This very day,
April 7th, 1997.
Was the hardest day in my entire life.
Everything sense that day has changed,
My whole life is different now.
I don't think it will ever be the same as it was,
Until maybe the day that I die,
And go to heaven where the angels lie.
The place where my dad is at,
The place I can't wait to see.
The place filled with happiness,
And the place that I think everyone should be!
The place that might set my life back,
To where I want it to be.
The place where I just can't wait to be.
So take me there,
Let me be happy,
Let me be myself again,
And u will see.
That I just want my life,
Back to me.
I ask for nothing more,
Just one simple thing,
So why can't u just,
Let me be free?
And please,
Just give my life back to me!!!!
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