My Thoughts in the Form of Poems

Okay, I know what you are thinking. Well, alright, maybe I don't, but if I'm correct, you were thinking along the lines of "Another one of these things? Everyone and their dog thinks they can write poetry!" I know I was thinking that when I went to participate in a few poetry slams...

These are my thoughts, my feelings, my emotions. I appreciate constructive criticism, but if you are going to make fun of me or my poems, I suggest you leave NOW before I punch a hole through your computer screen. =] Thank you.

I would put up a directory, but as most of my poems dont have names, that would be pretty hard to do. I hardly ever use punctuation, and I don't capitalize words unless they are talking about God. If you take any offense to my religious views, either you can take them as writings about a guy, or you can just not read them at all.

Keep in mind that I am doing quite a bit of soul bearing hear, so if you hate the poems or just my style of writing, please don't comment, and press the little back button on the top of the page. Thank you.

Here we go.....

i think

here i am
here we are
gazing at each other
small smiles
my heart jumps at the mere sight
of you and i gasp
for air

i wish i could say
that this is love
but who am i to say anything
about that
the little girl that
i am
age fifteen

if only you knew
how i feel right
now
then maybe
just maybe
you would feel the same and
we could both say
i love you
i think

This one came after I had finished reading the Chronicles of Narnia for the millionth time.

i believe

i believe
in santa claus
that faeries are real
and that magic lives

i believe
that animals can talk
that trees can walk
and that magic lives

i believe
in love at first sight
in happily ever afters
and that magic lives

i believe
in miracles
that Jesus is God
and that magic lives

i believe
in absolute truth
that you will learn to accept me
and that magic lives

i believe

This one was actually an assignment for my english class in eighth grade. I transfered it to my poetry notebook because I liked it a lot. =]

poetry

a kiss of the lips
a warm september afternoon
senior prom
kids selling lemonade
fuzzy slippers
college football

chocolate egg creamsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx((its a New York city thing)
the american flag
daddy's girl
and mamma's boy
learning to drive
the pouring rain
your favorite song
a bubble bath
the ending of a good book
a cowboy hat
blood
sweat
tears
falling leaves
christmas eve
a gift from a friend
the simple things are
poetry

He lives

they don't get me
they never will
it doesn't matter thoughxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLoneliness.
He gets me
thats all that really matters
so im okay

they can be so cruel
they always will
i think it kind of matters
Helplessness.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit hurts so bad
even when it hurts though
He holds me up
thats all that really matters
so im okay

they pretend to like me
but inside i know they dont
it really matters to me
when they pretend
they are all fakexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xShame.
cant let them in
even so
He truly loves me
thats all that really matters
so im okay.

He is here
its alright now <3

un-named poem one

here we are
again
like we have been so many
times before
my heart races yet
i dont know
why?
those three word won't
leave my anxious lips
you are nervous i can
see it in your eyes
lies lies
i lie to myself
and you if i tell
you that i
love you
who am i to say
what is
love or
what love
is
so then
again
here we are

the power of lust

we lay on the couch
and our mouths melt
together
why am i here again?
slowly but surely
your hands move along my
shaking body
feeling me
touching me
hurting me
breaking me
on the inside
i feel betrayed
even as our mouths melt
together and
we lay here on this couch

my first (a poem for him)

what are you doing
i ask as i lean
against this cold
fence
watching you
he answers me
i glare into his eyes
i can't look
away
i feel the love pouring
out of him
but
although im not sure
im ready
i want to jump
in
so i ask myself
as i lean against this cold fence
what are you doing

false friend

shes ignoring me to
teach a lesson
which lesson is this pray tell
i hear her talk about me
saying things she doesnt mean
she tries to steal my friends
away
but whatever
he says i can do much better than her
my father whom i trust
this has happened one to many
times now
i dont need this
i dont need her
to be happy
once she sees that
she will come back
to me
but this time
to teach a lesson
i will be ignoring her
the fake she is

un-named poem two

cars whiz past me
the story of my life
i wish i could see through these
cars to the people
inside
what they think
how they feel
the cars are but shells
for the life inside
the people in the shells
they whiz past me
taking no notice
of a small girl standing
on this side walk
writing these poems
in her book of secrets
open to the world
the story of my life
as cars whiz past me

un-named poem three

conversation floats
around me like
whisps of clouds
he said she said
whats doing what
and
whos doing who
its all gossip
what does it matter
life and love
so why does
around me
conversation float like
butterflies on the
winds

tomorrow

today is the day i will
be myself
be different
have fun
love life
today is the day i will
laugh more
not lose my temper
get things done
today is the day i will
fall in love
get my first kiss
today is the day i will
start anew
today is the day
today

jumbled mind

uoy evol i
you love i
you love me
me love you
i love you
i evol uoy
ebyam

That's all for now. This thread is now open for comments, suggestions, chat, questions, and all other types of things! =] If I have any more wonderful moments of inspiration, I will be sure to put it up here.

It seems like no one wants to comment, but that's alright. I have more poems if anyone wants to read them.... Here we go.

why?

why
why am i
invisible
people pass me
like i'm a ghost
why
someone save me
i'm scared and
lonely here
by myself
someone help me
please
why am
i here
i'm lost without you
invisible i am
why

taken

you have stolen my breath
and my heart
why did i succumb to you
your loving eyes
their depth
their darkness
i loved you
once
but now i am confused
why
why you
why me
why us
why did you leave
you have chosen my fate
my first love

love or hate?

love is a strong word
you said it so soon
i wasn't ready
for that
i see you in my mind's eye
that day
like i'm there again
i hate that place in my mind
part of me want to love you
the other part
the majority of me
doesn't know what to think
or feel
as it may be
but now you are gone
i still say
love is a strong word
for people as young
as we were

write

writing is
my sanctuary
my healer
the thin liner paper
my release
my thoughts
the pen
the gateway to my mind
the clock
running out of time
to write

who?

who am i today
who was i yesterday
who will i be tomorrow
why am i the way i am
i am a girl
i am a woman
i am a child
a daughter
a listener
a friend
who was i yesterday
who will i be tomorrow
who am i today
i am myself
i am

Comments? Questions? Suggestions? I'm here. Please comment, I would like to know what you think!!!!! Thank you!

Please be sure not to sign your name to your posts. :yes: It's considered flobbing/spamming and is against the rules. :yes: Just thought I'd let you know so you don't get into trouble in the future. :D I went ahead and removed it for you. :yes:

Thank you so much for warning me! I had no clue, I usually do that at the end of everything. I will remember for next time.

Okay, after reading your first post I don't think I should ask, but do you want a real critique or for me to just ass-pat you and tell you that they're good skeletons that could be made into more than just what you have?