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These are some poems that me and my friends have written.

A face

A face devoid of love and grace, A hateful hard successful face. A face at which a heart would feel, At ease when  last time touched to heal.

Change

Emotionally drained by a troubled life, Need to change now I can no longer fight, Depression takes its toll. As the night draws to a close, Thoughts fill my head, ‘If I was gone would people care’? This is not how I wanted it to end, I would leave too many people behind, Those that I hold near, A new way of life is all I need, But may resort to death instead. The feelings often become overpowering, If only people knew. If I had one day where I felt complete, I would never want to turn back, Had another chance of a new beginning, I wouldn’t need to think twice, But all that seems such a dream. Thoughts of suicide spring to mind, They say it’s quick but who’s to judge? Life hanging by a thread, Can’t hold on much longer, These feelings that I dread. I can always hope to be put out of my misery, Although I wish it would come soon, The frustration, the guilt, the sorrow, the sadness, What is wrong with this world? So many faults come disaster, But it’s a fault of us all, You, me, we’re all to blame, We wrecked it for ourselves. As I’m writing this I’m sure some people are the same, So depressed, so hurt, lying awake on their beds. Thoughts running through their minds, ‘Well what if I was dead?’ These days some people don’t understand what it’s like to be different, Making others’ lives hell if they could only see, Live a day in the life of those different, They would not cope. I would do anything to trade my life with another, It used to be my last wish at night, As the weeks went on I gave up hoping, And have been struggling ever since. I used to believe that miracles happen, But that thought left with my happiness. My friends, my family, they cant help at all. I wish to be reborn again, Into a life I can feel this completion, Into a life I can lead.

No title

Underneath this pile of dead He lies sleeping in his bed Infants drowning underwater Burning churches light the slaughter Waits beneath his family's corpses Till he's safe from fascist forces Rising up from underground Nothing left can break him now Puts the sheltered into lines Sending bullets through their minds Your sellout-culture-decade's dead Your futures in the blood we've shed His blood is burning, taking form Flowing free, this crimson storm Wondering if now and then She feels his heartbeat on the wind Another time, his mind will stray As he slowly fades away Born from nowhere into nothing Begging God to give him something Crawling foreword on his knees Hands are bound until they bleed All he hears is labored breathing Tortures souls beneath him, screaming.

Story of a girl

This is the story of a girl the happiest girl in the world always the one with a friend the girl who would always lend a hand The one who would dry your tears and chase away your fears turn your grey skies blue when you didn't know what else to do She’d do anything for you But when it came to helping herself she never knew how she turned to razors and ropes the only way she knew how to cope At night she'd cry alone in her bed remembering what everyone had said "What a happy girl you are bright smile upon your lips what a bright young mind you have and gorgeous flowing brown hair that flips with the turn of your head" What a lie all of that is she thought my smile is a cover to hide my heartache my mind is hurting me its slowing going to rot and my hair is the very attribute I most hate! She never knew why she felt this way she never understood why she always hid all her pain, hate and guilt for her confidence maybe? She’s done so well for it to be built Now she would worry no more she dried her eyes took one deep breath contemplating which way she'd like best to go how should she go about her death? A rope, a gun, a knife? All weapons to take her life. She took one last look at the girl everyone seems to love stared into the mirror at the reflection of deceiving perfection Feeling like she had no more strength to go on she reached for her knife to finally end her painful life In her chest the blade went choking and coughing on her very own blood she fell to the ground wishing and pleading to be found She was realizing what she had done when it was all too late "What have I done? I'm not ready to go I still have way too much to go through, I'm too young to die please don't let me die. Why did I do this?" This is the story of a girl that everyone thought was the happiest girl in the world tortured to death inside haunted by depression in her mind no-one seemed to realize the way she felt and now for her its too late her life is over not able to clear the hate this shouldn't have been her fate.

Hold me

Keep me warm hold me until dawn without you its true i just cant see this through you know i care so let me be there with you my love.

Just hold me

Just hold me oh hold me true love forever  your simple embrace comforts my heart your every smile my time treasured joy look in my eyes it is us that lives this moment hold me now dearest love rest easy in my heart time is fleeting and shall someday rip us apart but here now in your arms i rest so true so real so precious to me for in your heart i found i belong a fairy tale dream once upon a time come true here in your arms is where i wish to be this now and place with you.

Too much time

At the root of insanity is havin to much time on your hands to much time to think too much time to remember past hurts and to wish things could be different Too much time spent alone staring at these same four walls with too much time to think to remember past hurts and to wish things were different Got rid of myself of this insanity ill busy myself with a flurry of activities and seek the companionship of others they'll tell me time heals all wounds But for now ill still cry when i have too much time to think and remember past hurts wishing things are different.

When im hurting

Its easier for you to walk away than it is for you to reach out to me its easier for you to look away than it is for you to see the depth of my despair its easier for you to look through me than it is for you to see me its easier for you to distance yourself than it is for you to really care its easier for you to hear than it is for you to listen its easier for you to judge than it is for you to understand its easier for you to label than it is to get acquainted its easier for you to bask in your joy than it is for you to feel mty pain its easier for you to bewilder at my mysteries than it is for you to probe deeply into the depths of my soul its easier for me to look away than it is to let you see the feelings betrayed through my eyes its easier for me to cry than it is for me to talk its easier for me to walk alone than it is to risk rejection its easier for me to push you away than it is for me to be held its easier for me to distance myself than it is to trust that you wont hurt me its easier for me to die than it is for me to face lifes challenges.

No title

Its hard for me to smile when i am hurting its hard for me to talk when you wont understand its hard for me to reach out when i need help the most if only you'd really look at me and see who i am if only you cared enough to reach out when i push you away if only you'd hold me without asking why if only you'd acknowledge the validity of my feelings but its the easy roads out that are most often taken and so i hurt alone.

Who will cry

if tonight i die who will cry? stranger with their feigned interest while those i love have turned away and if my best isnt good enough what more can i give? go ahead walk away just leave me here alone and if tonight i die who will cry? all my strength is drained with nothing left to give drowning in the depths of sorrow no tears left to cry a silent voice and distant eyes that noone hears or sees and if tonight i die who will cry?

When i loved you

When i loved you the world was a brighter place my burdens wernt so heavy and i could laugh and sing and dance and play i felt special lying there in your arms so that no matter what i faced i knew i could make it through with you beside me holding my hand lifting me up when i didnt have the strength to stand an emotional oneness shared by two hearts that made my life worth living that made my world complete but when you walked away my burdend grew quite heavy almost more than i could bear and now once again i must walk alone while my heart yearns for when i loved you.

In my shyness

in my shyness... at times i retreat to my shell clinging to the security of being alone in my shyness... i may attempt to merge with my surroundings to be ignored unnoticed a silent voice rarely heard in my shyness... i can feel completely alone although surrounded by people in my shyness... im perceived as having a padlocked soul and few try to gain entry into my realm in my shyness... few will dare venture to really know me to hear my quiet voice or to really try to understand in my shyness... i can hav a myraid of words to say yet my sealed lips will not release them in my shyness... the words i do speak will at times be jumbled and ill feel worse for having spoken them in my shyness... i will be viewed as stuck up and unfriendly labeled by the presumption of a troubled past yet despite my shyness... i will at times emerge from my shell and you may catch a glimpse of who i am and despite my shyness... i may put on a good front disguising my innermost insecurities Despite my shyness... a select few will manage to penertrate these walls with the sharing of time and the evolving of trust my shyness... frwquently asked unrecognised seldom understood a shackle a haven a veil.

Just hold me close

So im feeling low again and nothing seems to turn out right and where are friends when you need them im lost and alone again wont somebody help me just show me that you care help me up when im feeling down i cant do this on my own where are you just hold me close and dont ask me why i dont want to talk about it i just want to cry just hold me close and dont ask me why you are the best friend i know theres no greater pain than to be hurt by a friend abandoned in my darkest hour by one who said he cared now my heart is breaking with pain throughout my soul yearning for a caring heart to see my desperate need where are you just reach out to me just reach out to me cant you see me.

Dont quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will when the road youre taking seems all uphill when funds are low and the debts are high and you want to smile but you have to sigh when care is pressing you down a bit rest if you must but dont you quit life is queer with its twists and turns as everyone of us sometimes learns and many a fellow turns about when he might have won has he stuck it out dont give up though the pace seems slow you may succeed with another blow often the goal is nearer than its seems to a faint and faltering man often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victors cup and he learned too late when the night came down how close he was to the golden crown success is a failure turned  inside out the silve tint of the clouds of doubt and you never can tell how close you are it may be near when it seems afar so stick to the fight when youre hardest hit its when things seem worst that you mustnt quit.

In the valleys i grow

Sometimes life seems hard to bear full of sorrow trouble and woe its then i have to remember that its in the valleys i grow if i always stayed in the mountain top and never experienced pain i would never appreciate gods love and would be living in vain i have so much to learn and my growth is very slow sometimes i need the mountain tops but its in the valleys i grow i do not always understand why things happen as they do but i am very sure of one thing my lord will see me through my little valleys are nothing when i picture christ on the cross he went through the valley of death hie victory was satans loss forgive me lord for complaining when im feeling low just give me a genlte rememinder that its in the valleys i grow continue to strengthen me lord and use my life eachday to share your love with others and help them find their way thank you for the valleys lord for this one thing i know the mountain tops are glorious but its in the valleys i grow.

I am me

In all the world there is no one else exactly like me everything that comes out of me is authentically me because i alone chose it i own everything about me my body my feelings my mouth my voice all my actions whether they be to others or myself i own my fantasies my dreams my hopes my fears i own all my triumphs and success all my failures and mistakes because on my own all of me i can become intimately acquainted with me by so doing i can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts i know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me and other aspects that i do not know but as long as i am friendly and loving to myself i can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me however i look and sound whatever i say and do and whatever i think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me if later some parts of how i looked sounded thought and felt turn out to be unfitting i can discard that which is unfitting keep the rest and invent something new for that which i discarded i can see hear feel think say and do i have the tools to survive to be close to others to be productive to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me i own me and therefore i can engineer me i am me and I AM OK.

I am

i am a worthwile person i am entitled to be who i am if you cant accept me as i am then you are not worthy to be part of my life to ignore or reject who i am is you loss i deserve uncompromised devotion anything less is unacceptable if you cant view me as the treasure the prize that i am then forget it i am worth more than that there will be others who will recognise the worthiness of who i am i am who i am and i am a worthwile person.

Said

i...sometimes i fail he...ill see you through i...but what if i fall? he...ill carry you i...my fears are great he...trust me alone i...but im depressed he...ill cheer you on i...life isnt easy he...please let me help i...will you stay forever he...i love you!

Hope

It is hope that sustains us when life seems to tough hope for a brighter tomorrow the hope that in time things can and will get better with you there is always hope because you have the power to change things for the better tough times are opportunities for spiritual growth if you is for me it doesnt matter who is against me but if you are against me it doesnt matter who is for me cling tightly to hope draw near to you grow in patience life can and will get better.

Hell

The bells of hell are ringing a pearl of twisted joy they celebrate the bringing of a bastard baby boy at birth his soul wak teken all love replace with hate he's now the child of satan a child whose might is great three all tried to intervene the father, son and ghost but none of them could come between this child and his host for once the act of killing would not be calsses as sin for everyday he's living armageddon closes in.

Suicide

Razors pain you rivers are damp acids stain you drugs cause cramp guns arent lawful nooses give gas smells awful so you might aswell live.

Devils kiss

Steel, metal, sharp release my pain. everything to gain, blood red sins poor out of me. the throbbing feels good, wanting more. cutting deeper, feeling weaker. feeling faint, love this game. deserving this, devils kiss.

Suicide note

sorry, For all iive done, i wont get in your way. and by the time you read this, on my death bed i'll lay. im worthless and lonely, so i think this is for the best. i needed to kill myself, and put myself at rest. not like anyone will care, or anyone will bother. i was just a silly kid, who was hated by his mother. i do not want a funeral, don't go the expense. just chuck me away in the rubbish, you know that it makes sense. give all my stuff to the poor, and burn all the pictures of me. i dont want anyone to know, that ive been so cowardly.

Suicide note reply

Why did you take your life? did I do anything wrong. dont you know you have taken a part of me? for heavens sake I’m your mom. youre the only thing I wanted. you were my life’s only goal. how dare you go and take it, you were my life, My soul. we all miss you dearly, how could you be so cruel? didn’t you think I loved you? i know life is s duel. you took away my happiness, hy heart you broke in two. what could make you do this? what made you feel so blue? i just hope you’re out there, and your pain has gone away, if I knew I could have helped you, it didn’t have to be this way.
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