*Yaaaay~! My first poem in the new poetry sub-forum! Wow, I really didn't think I'd be going for this long! Thank-you all who have supported and commented on my poems! I wuv you all! Now onto the poem...*
I am ALONE
The living cease.
Why is it that I'm here?
HOW DEIDARA STOLE CHRISTMAS
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AS WE ALL KNEW
THE PRESENTS WERE WRAPED UNDER THE TREE
PUT UP BY ZETSU
With my last breath,
before my death,
the little things I've never mentioned before,
from that small stain on the floor,
that patch on the wall thats differently colored,
that plant by the window thats never flowered,
these things all say something,
I have always been able to judge people...
most of the time I wish I wasn't able...
some times for this gift I am grateful...
there is no need to be afraid...
when I see through you...
and see what you've played...
and tell what you're about to do..
but I hardly judge people anymore..
Lack Of Closure
I died a thousand times over
As thousands of daggers lept from your tongue
How could we have come from nothing
To finally look back and say it was something
And you just end it here
With a knife in your hand
And my blood on your shirt
On Your Road
Don't say its all over
Though I know it to be true
That sleep can't be found easy
Tears fall like the rain
And your blood does nothing to answer the pain
That it hurts just to breathe
When we can't find ourselves
Oh man on the moon
Those mirror shards
Which you now drink
Will not help you to think
only make you sink
You're rather fragile - this I know,
But know that, I, too, share your woe.
Trinity, dear, I will hold you high
And never let go - I dare not lie.
I'm sure you've heard this tune before,
That "I love you and so much more."
But being in-love is something rare -
To have your mind and soul...
Yes it true you can witness the rose grow
How welcome this winter as white as the first snow
There is a sadness to this rose you do not know
Roses grow white
Roses grow yellow
Lain in the flowers bed
Here is the reason why roses grow red
Broken apart from a garden so grand
Darkness enveloping all.
It has taken control,
I can't surpress it.
A raging storm of silence. . . .
With my heart spilling out,
I'm caught, trapped. . .
Silence has taken over,
It has trapped my soul. . .
Like a firefly, my soul's light
Glows against the darkness,
Author note: seriously, Im not a poet. But this just popped into my head when I woke up this morning and I didnt what to lose it. Animeforum had to know.
12/25edit note: I adjusted the ending because I felt it wasnt portraying the true reason clear enough and that readers might not quite...
Mother don’t scream
I’ll hold you and touch you
As you sicken and dream
And as I move to clutch you
All you made
It shall fade
‘til we die!
Holding your hand
Watch them as they cast aside
The gift which they were meant to hide
In their hearts and deep inside
There bosoms were they would bide
And find themselves a future high
Bright and shining from the sky
But they have only electric ties
To a thousand people who will die
As you watch as smiles fade into a sea
So young and soft begging to be set free
From deep in your stomach smiling and sweet
As you are hoping to pour on the floor at your feet
Some being you could call your own as you flee
From the thoughts of the mother that you could be
Its a short one but I puted my fellings in it.
The things i hold
Theyre so cold
Death and desire
I can cut it like a whire
The things I bear
Who wil care
The things they wont see
Just let me die...
This emtyness i feel...
Just let me die...
What is the point of living?
I am like rock
On everyones life road
Everyone goes through me,
Its that time of year, winter,
every year it seems worse, like cancer,
everything dies and turns brown,
when those snowflakes hit the ground,
a below freezing breeze,
sick people holding back their sneeze,
enough holiday BS to make you say jeez,
(I did something really really stupid again. TT.TT Sorry, Brody, it was an accident. Anyways, here's is my poem, again. Atleast I corrected them. ^.^;; And enjoy!)
Rainy Day Without You.
Sitting right here in the lonely room
Looking into the drizzling night
And thinking nothing else
I thinked to change my style of making poems. But good news for those who like it I continue to rhyme. So i hope you like it.
Im turning around
Where lies my bound
Those invicibele chains
And whenever it rains
I stay struck
To start off the night we see a black screen saying some of the stuff you'll see is mean.
Then comes the clip with the quirky remark, white text with a screen that's dark.
Now futurama comes on at ten, and then we see it one more time again.
Next the only family guy. This show seems to...
Sullen but sincere
Quiet yet content
Lovely in all ways
Though her ways are bent
She never crys at night
Never sheds a tear
For she holds No one dear
She feels no pain
Even though shes sane
She pulls the trigger
From the coldness of my heart
I can not feel
I do not kneel
down to a leader
I deserve a crown
For I have no emotions
To slow me down
Its a poem about my ilniss/decise. In my joints it wont go away. It had a break but came back. It can less but never wil go away I guess. It stil left some damage. In my joints so I cant write well. And stuff prety stupit. But enough of this. Hope you enjoy my poem.
Wats in my...
By: Nate (Alias-Revolution)
Total w00t-ness, this is so cool...
I first saw it during school...
We petitioned and the people were heard!
Besides... Fan-fic was getting absurd.
Sound out your voices and turn speakers high!
Blast out your music and let sound waves fly!
I work at McDonald's,
I take the bus there.
Making 5.15 an hour,
Isn't too bad to bear.
I shop at thrift stores,
I live at home with dad.
I bet you wonder why I think,
This isn't all that bad?
(This is my edited version of my poem because the previous one didn't make sense. I accidently put them in the Introduction section. So here's my new version!)
Love flows from your heart
passing over your sensuous lips
so long we have been apart
I long for my hands upon your hips...
Can you fix me,
instead of playing tricks on me,
I don't want to feel a thing,
I don't want to be anything,
its hurts to walk anymore,
no more talk about gore,
or how much you think you rot,
but to me, baby, your pretty hot.
Can you fix me,
My Winter Wonderland
I walk through the blinding light
I sweat in the blazing heat
I strip my clothes to a scarce few
Just like they all do
In the summer days
Yet I donít laugh in the light
Do I have to write my thoughts down
Clear without even the subtlety of clowns
Chisel it upon the stone tablets on the ground
So that every on can see the maggots without sound
Or are there dancing sunrays singing through the screen
A holy specter that I did not...
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