As much as I want to.
As much as I see.
No matter how loud it is.
You can't hear me.
where are you.
so far away.
that you can't hear a single word I say.
I scream at the top of my lungs.
I cry silently.
Is there anything I can do to make it so you don't forget me?
~
There are no pictures
On the frames in my desk
None of you, none of me.
Did we exist?
~
Here's one I wrote in 9th grade. The subject was to write a poem about a color. I choose red..It's been modified a bit:

All was silent throughout the building. The dark-haired male pounded on the door, looking for his lover.

His heart had broke when he heard of his lover's refusal to leave the room in the last three days. He finally knocked the door open, only to see the one he had love laying face down in their own blood.

His heart beat raced, as confusion washed over his face. He left the room, knowing the reasons why this had occurred...It was because of his obsession with the one who had red eyes..

He took his drawing, and his paint brush, before returning to the dark room. He knew what the painting needed..

Gently, the dark haired man dipped his brush into the crimson blood, his eyes wondering over the glass that had slit his lover's wrist.

The brush lifted, and as if on it's own, it began to finish his painting..Of them.. The red in the flowers bloomed brightly. When he was done, he set the brush down, and withdrew his dagger from his pocket.

From that day on, forever would he be with the one he loved. Killing himself to join the other. Their blood mixed together, soon to show the dark shape of an eye.

A flower laid in the darkness, growing where it had been thrown.

For many years it stayed a tiny bud, no light shining into it's dark little home.

Oneday a small amount of light trickled through the wooden log, causing the little bud to bloom...

But soon after the light went away, without giving the now blooming flower any warning.

The bloom soon withered and died, it could have been beautiful..It could have been great.. but because the light left that one day, it just became dust, to live at the bottom of the log, until another seed was thrown in.

This one didn't even get the chance to grow before it died. The first one cried for that little flower... For it never got to bloom.

Finally there was a third one. This flower was planted just at the right time. It grew and thrived, reaching outside of the log. Soon the light reached it, allowing it to bloom.

It was a beautiful flower. It was great. The light never left it, so it never turned to dust. Instead it just sat upon the log prettily, batheing in it's precious light...

but what if someone took the light away from the bloom? or worse...if the beautiful flower was taken away from the light?

The other flowers hope that doesn't happen, so they put all their energy into making the flower bloom year round, making it beautiful, but protected with thorns of the first.. the beauty the second never had...and the light that stayed for it.

~~~

Mother moon, mother moon..Where are you?
Do you hide behind the clouds of the night?
Does the sun's light not reach your eyes?

Mother moon, mother moon...where are you?
Are you beneath the sky? Away from mankind?

Mother moon, mother moon...how are you?
My mother moon, you're still a beauty, despite the rocks that creat crators on your face.
You shine in the darkness, when there seems to be no hope
You with father Sun, show your child the love that has come.

Mother moon Mother moon..Don't leave me mother moon.
Your child still needs you. Your grandchildren still seek you..

Mother moon, mother moon...We will always need you.

This was inspired by marching, war, soldiers, and society, and about being yourself..I'm sure you could find other things...but that is what I was thinking when I wrote it..:

Walk across the field in a line..
Tell a tale of lies.
Get out of the line.
Be pushed out of the line.
Drink all the colors that fall from the sky..
Just cross the line.
Just cross the line.
It's time for everything to end, but that's just the beginning.
People say the weirdest things, they never mean
but can't be forgiven..
Get out of line...
Just cross the line
Just cross the line.
People make mistakes, and others point them and ignore their own.
Time isn't real, but the sun sets and rises.
People age over time...
Everyone is going to die...
Walk in a line...
Just cross the line.
Get out of the line...
Hearts are broken everyday, and no matter what people say, they don't really give a damn anyway.
I'm no stereotype...
Really I'm just me.
Don't take everything so serious..
People change but some may stay the same...
Get out of line...
Get out of line..
People put labels on everything but they sometimes don't know what they really mean.
Or that they are being mean.
It all comes done to it..
People should just be themselves, but they don't know how.
Society taught them that..And they accept it.
Just cross the line.
Just cross the line..
There's no way in bloody hell am I going to be your stereotype.
I am me..and people should be people.. but they are never truely themselves...
You're kicked out of the line.
No one wants you in the line.
Get out of line...
Just cross the line...

If you cross the line...You might die...
If you leave me behind, and never say goodbye, I will cross that line.

A winter cold day.
Snow covered the ground, as my eyes raised up,
catching the sight of a wing tinged in red.
I walked through the crystal like snow, towards the area I had seen.
An angel was before my eyes, but before I could do anything, it left me behind.
Acting as if it didn't care, what I did, or what I said.
A flower burst into crimson blood, staining the once pure snow.
I waited and waited for the angel to come back, but it never did.
Why did the angel show itself, yet only to leave in the end?
Rain fell from the sky, soon turning into a unique and beautiful snowflake.
They soon dusted my cheeks, melting at the warmth of my skin.
No words to say, all I could wonder was what sin I was being punished for.
Nothing came to mind, but a blank sheet of snow.
It was so cold...I wished the angel would come back and share with me it's warmth.
~~~

In the air danced the fairies, all dressed in white.
Their shimmering wings glowed throughout the night.
They danced and danced, twirling and flipping.
One got stuck in a tree.
This fairy was plain, with only plain white wings.
Not like the others, who's wings glowed pink, blue and purple.
She stayed there, wondering why she was left behind.
The day soon came, and she wished to hide herself.
She hid in the tree, soon feeling the rain.
Walking out onto the branch, the little fair gazed up at the sky, rain falling upon her.
As she flew up, to the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, the almighty smiled upon her.
The rainbow soon decorated her wings.
She twirled around in shock as they glowed so beautifully.
Flying back down, she hid in the tree.
Till the other fairies came out, but didn't want to show off her wings.
She stayed there till they left, and the next day she flew away...far far away.
Never to come back to that place
Soon to find love
Soon to find happiness
She soon had children with beautiful wings of their own, and she smiled.
Knowing they too had been given such a beautiful gift.

I've given this one a title. glass to blood

Anger causes a sudden movement
A hand clenched in a fist hits the mirror
Soon blood starts to release from the cut
The glass embedded into the skin
Before the rest of the glass hits the floor
It turns into large drops of blood
soon the person is sinking
The blood turning into quick sand on the floor.
Sinking...sinking
no way to get out
Where is a branch or a chair when you need one
where is the rope to save you
blood fills the once pure mouth
soon tainting it
You begin to drown
Only to wake up and find that you are in the hospital
unconscious from many things.
why do we dream such horrible things?

Those are really really really good poems. Yayness for good poems like yours.

Yay! I finally have a comment ^^ Thank you so much. I'm glad you like them. Though.. a lot of them are a bit depressing ^^'' but I have depression so.. It can't be helped.

Next poem..no title..just.now...:
I don't know why I feel angry.
I don't know why, I want to cry.
Is this normal? To hurt this way.
Is it.. Is it really?
Is it normal, that I think of you at least once a day.
Is it normal, that I want to talk to you all day.
Is it normal, when I feel hurt if you don't feel the same way.
Is it normal at all...
I try not to cry, thinking about it,
but I don't know what to do...
I can't focus, all I can think is what did I do.. to cause this situation.
All I can really think is about you.
You say you love me..Is that really true?
Because I know that, I love you too..
Is it normal, for me to feel this way that I do right now..
Sad, and hurt...
Is it normal..
to want to see you. Is it normal to be hurt by you..
The ones you love hurt you the most..
I just don't want to love you..more than you love me.
Is it normal..
I don't know why..
~
Raining~~
I watch the sky, and have you in mind
but you're nowhere near
the old saying comes to mind,
that I wish it would rain,
so no one could see my tears.
The whole world in a little box
Telling me how things should be.
I don't listen to them,
but really I'm not sure what to think.
I read a magazine, I watch tv.
then I look in the mirror and think
There's truly nothing special about me.
If the whole world was special..
Then no one would really be
I won't be remembered for anything
I won't be able to cry
I won't be able to sing
I just want to hold you in my arms.
So many things
conflicting thing
that bring me to wonder where you are
It's raining letters
none of which are from the person I want to hear.
I can see the sky
I wish I could touch it, but it's endless
The whole world is going to end,
but I don't need to hear about it now
Why do you try to bring the sky down, with all your negative comments
I say them too
but I try not to.
I don't want to hear about such things.
People die.
Do they live again.
If I do I just want to see you again.
The whole world is doing things,
and it's making me too dizzy to focus on what I need to do.

I can't seem to listen
To myself
My heart says one thing, but I know it's a foolish thing to do.
I always give out good advice, or so they say.
but I can't follow my own, ever
even today.
I just can't listen to myself.
The tears are trying to break free, but I hold them back.
I make myself physically sick, holding this back.
I try to find the silver lining in the clouds..
but theirs none.
I don't know what to do.
I know what I should do. but I can't.
I can't..
second chances... Is there really a chance to change.
Distant dreamers...will anything come true...
Don't tell me what to do.
I already know...and it makes me a fool since it doesn't show..
Just listen...Just listen..
all these secrets that I hide in my life
all the places that I love but never seem to go.. just...listen..
just listen..
because I can't...

It's always on my mind
Haunting me like a ghost from behind.
I try not to think about it.
I don't want to think about it.
but I do..
I try to stay busy
I try to forget
but it doesn't work.
Just keep busy, and everything will go away.
but in the end it just continues to build up..
Until all the time I feel like I want to cry.
It's always there, in the back of my head.
but I don't want to think about it.
~
Feedback
what feedback.
it's all gone.
done the drain.
never to return,
like the fish you threw away.
~
I can't say I still do.
because I don't
I can't say I haven't..
because I have.
I can't follow directions.
but where were you when I asked for the time?

Wow... I really like the 3rd post one.

It sounds like a song ^^

Yeah, that was the point of it actually. A songish poem.. I need to write more but i have so much to do I don't think I can.

Oh... you should publish these O.o

lol...Why is someone going to steal them? I don't know.. I mean..if ..well.. I'm only 18, I'd have to find a publisher.. lol.. but..yeah, if someone steals them then they are a horrible person and hopefully karma will take care of them ^^'

I put my heart and soul into my poems, if someone takes them...then ...well..that's not good...

It's...
always the same
going the same
just so much...where is the time..where..
ungrateful
injustice
it's just...there...
racism
homophobics
sexists..
They're just there...
Will there ever be a day.
.when I can truly say..
that everything is okay...
but it's..not...
I can't say it..
Things have changed..
The snow is falling..
and I'm lying to myself about my heart...
I feel guilty all the time.
but why..
they don't know..
but they will one day.
My guilt..Is just there..
It's...
Hard..
stressful..depressing..
why am I not noticed by...you...
the words are suppose to be important.
The world says so.. but I don't know..
If I can say it anymore...
It's...too much..
It's too far...
It's too hard..
It's not fair...

just say what's on your mind
I've been thinking about it all the time
How will it work...
When things change so much.
the hurt.
the pain..
I can forgive...but I can't seem to forget..
just let it go..
I try..
but I can't..
Just let it snow..
but I don't want it to..
It's over....it's...over....is it really over?

...
numb..fake smiles..
I say hello..
strangers..
it's not right..
death seems so pleasing at times.
but I ignore it or at least I try..
my guardian angel is now dead..
a rescue from the side of the road.
I cry..on the inside..
I can't let anyone see..
I don't want anyone to see.
No one knows...
No one remembers..
death...
when will it end..
the others cry, fake tears of sadness.
I cry on the inside..other's think it's rude..
I can't...cry..
I won't cry..
Even when I do,
no one ever notices..

A rock hard heart.
Beats softly in a body
it may seem strong, but it is cracked on the inside.
Broken pieces are given to each person the owner of the heart loved.
One was bigger than the other..
but would anyone glue the pieces back together?
and what piece would the person who did that be holding?
If any piece at all.
With time we heal
with time we age.
with time..we will all die.
~

faking a smile
hiding a frown
faking a laugh
hiding a cry
faking strength
hiding weakness
hiding...me?
~
Dedicated to...well..if that person is reading this, then they would know that it's for them..

love...
I don't know.
Love...
I do know I love you.
Love...
I love you more than flowers.
love..
that scares me more than you can imagine
love...
I miss you more than anything
love..
I want to be with you but I'm afraid.
Love...
Sorry I hurt you..
I just don't know what to do.
~
It's always so cold
It's always so bright
It's always so sad
When it becomes night.
I look out the window
searching in the stars,
for your eyes,
but I can't see them..
they are too far.
a pillow of snow
a blanket of leaves
where are the flowers,
that hide you?
I can't stop thinking
it makes my mind numb.
it gives me a headache.
I don't think I can overcome.
it seems so impossible..
but only you can make me think it's possible.

Tired of waiting
Tired of thinking
tired of almost everything...
Tired of watching the clouds go by
up in the deep sea that is called the sky..
How much longer will it be.
when the sun sun shines it rays
on the meadow below...
with the golden thread poked through the earth
decorating slowly..
tired of waiting.
I thought this wouldn't happen again.
I don't want to wait.
I don't want to watch
the gold light cross the sky...
~~

sweet moisture on my skin
raining from the sky
a tear that falls from a single eye
the spout is dripping.
water is falling
gathering slowly
watch, it might start snowing.
freezing over with time.
White stone all around
that melts into water
it all turns into crystals
that decorate a soft blanket of hair
resting and melting..
crying and dying..
there will be no more colorful flowers anymore...
at least, not until the sunshine returns.
~
I don't want to think about the past.
I don't want to think about the future.
and I really don't want to think of the present..
time..
time goes by. slowly but surely.
it's the one thing you can really count on.
going here..going there..
repeating the same thing each day..
if there's such a thing as a day.
time..
tick...tock..tick tock...
Please make the clock stop.
even if it can't make time slow down...or speed up....
~
Just one touch
and it broke just like that
it's pieces scattering to the floor
it said there would be no more.
no more..
as a hand reaches to touch the shards
it's flesh cuts open
the red liquid soon appears.
there would be no more.
just one touch..
That was all it took..
to kill me.

They keep watching me
two little lights
That I see out of the corner of my eye
run away
there's no safe place, anywhere
you'll be protected.
As they watch you with daggered eyes
Screeches instead of soft words
anger instead of understanding
lies lies..all lies..
They fall from the lips of friends and foes a like
If you don't destroy yourself, then they'll destroy you.

As usual, Fuyumi writes great poems xD

Thank you lol.

I'm curious... anything you write happy? Cause all these seem to be about depressing stuff like what I used to write >.<

no..never happy.. besides, happy poems aren't good..*blinks*
~
exploding
emotionless
breaking glass
cutting flesh, revealing blood
overdosing
dying killing
unlucky
cut some more
that's the only thing that makes you feel like a decent human.

Why are happy poems "not good"? :| It seems like a lot of famous poets have made them work out just fine.

And that's not even going into how, since depressed poems seem to be incredibly popular these days, every one of them seems to be a regurgitation of someone else's. With happy poems, you stand a better chance of writing something original.

I don't care for originality. If I express my feelings then I don't care if a poem is sad or happy really..
~
It's the same every show
Disappear and never show
waiting is killing
waiting for what
disappointment
a "i told you so"
or maybe something you don't even want to say due to fear of false hope.
just waiting.
An eraser accross an empty canvas
A tear falling from a smiling face
a laugh from someone mourning for another that has just died
are all these things just lies?
beating faster
pause
play
pause
play
every day
am I dieing, or am I just trying to live?
are the things that sound like laughs really cries?
a thousand needles hitting one spot
ribbons ribbons...
tie it up...
and keep it where your heart is.
~
I'm sorry
but I told you so
Just keep that pretty fake smile on your face
so no one can notice the tears that hide beneath
~
Pretend it didn't happen.
So you can try to smile tomorrow
even if the pain doesn't go away
pretend it's not there
tormenting you right in front of your face
pretend it didn't happen
pretend it doesn't hurt as bad as it does today
Pretend it gets better
so no one worries
and no one can say
try to be happy..
pretend you are even if you're not...
just pretend...
play pretend..
just pretend like everyone says..
maybe it'll eventually go away..
but it'll sure has hell be back another day..
just pretend for now.
That it didn't happen.
so the sorrow you feel won't ruin your life.
just play pretend...

Shining silver
shown in the moon's light
which dances upon medal
sliding across a thin piece of silver
until it rests upon the hilt.
eyes like a hawk
golden and thin
just sits there
watching it's prey
walk blindly in the night
long flowing hair
like a river
frame the face of a beauty
wandering the halls like a forest
alone
the hawk eyed male
finally swoops in
guiding the young prey,
back to it's den
another opportunity missed
but one gained in the process.

I like this last one you wrote, but after reading it I got a bit confused as to what is was.

During one part it says eyes like a hawk, and then the hawk eyed male, so it makes it confusing as to what it's about.