Afraid

Lives?
Yeah, I've heard of those.
I used to have one.
Then I turned ten, and insecurity struck;
I became afraid.

Afraid to be myself.
Afraid to exert my opinions.
Afraid to express my crazy imagination.

I slid into darkness,
and hid from the world.
I blanketed myself in silence,
and began to dream my life away.

Quiet, alone, pained, and dreaming,
I stare at the beautiful, happy, confident,
popular, unafraid, perfect people,
and wish�

Wish that it could be me.

Unextraordinary

One day a boy's foot hit a cabinet.
How unextraordinary.
The force of said foot chipped off a piece of plastic.
How unextraordinary.
This piece of plastic, an obnoxious lime green color,
lay there innocently on the lumpy grey carpet.
How unextraordinary.
A despairing girl picked up the piece of plastic
and studied it.
She tested it's edge with her tumb.
Not sharp enough to break the skin,
but sharp.
How unextraordinary.
She took that lime green piece of plastic,
and began to saw gently at her wrists.
Soon she had three marks,
quite dramatic, though they didn't bleed.
The girl stared at the marks.
Though despaired, she wasn't depressed.
She didn't enjoy the pain.
Those marks were just a quiet way to shout.
A silent way to say,
"Hello world! ALL IS NOT WELL!"
No one ever noticed.
How unextraordinary.

[Untitled]

You are so beautiful,
buried in your sorrow.
Your tears, coursing down your face,
Your head, barely on your shoulders.

Pained, lonely, and lovely,
the despairing dreamer.
You are beauty.

I want to hold you
close to me.
I want to wipe your tears
and comfort you.
Be there for you.
Love and be loved by you.

You are falling, falling,
Let me catch you, save you,
convince you your dreams are worth having.

I love you,
do I know you?

I can see you
fall...

those are depressing, true, and very good. I liked them

Thank you! :]]]

Sickness

Every moment spent awake
is a torment.
I toss and turn,
hoping for sleep.
Each breath I take
taunts my aching
throat.
My head pounds
and the snuffling breath of another
scrapes nails against the blackboard
of my consciousness.

I pull back the blankets,
twitching in a feverish haze.
I want to lose conciousness
or die.
Anything to escape.


Gaaahhh, I'm so sick!! (Hence the poem)

I love them all. True and even though, a tad bit depressing, I loves them and this is comeing from a girl who usually hates depressing things. :S
I do have to say though, that I didn't like the poem "unextrodinary" as much as the others x_O;;
Good material though! You should keep on typing/making them! ^__^

Thank you!! :D

Torment

Emotional pain,
minimal gain.
From suicide,
I must refrain.

Lovely tears,
many fears.
That's what I've felt
throughout the years.

My spirit's bare
and nobody cares.
Life's a torment,
life's not fair.

How?

How do you smile?
When you hurt deep inside.
How do you go on
with your shattered pride?
How do you love?
When no one loves back.
How do you stay up?
When your life's painted black.
How do you live?
When life hurts you so.
How don't you cut?
Let the blood flow.

Let your sorrow drain out,
and comforts come in.
Lay down your head,
forget all all your sin.
Let yourself die,
forget the whole world.
See there's no point,
don't try anymore.



...I'm not particularly pleased with this one :[[

I Love You

"I love you!"
she shouted into the empty darkness.

"I love you!"
she shouted to the uncaring stars.

"I love you!"
she shouted to the calm lake's waters.

"I love you!"
she shouted to the silent forest.

Nobody every answered.
Despairing, she threw her love
into the abyss,
waiting for someone to love her back.

No one ever did.

Bitter and old, she sits in her rocking chair,
staring into the void.

"I love you,"
she whispers.

[Untitled]

Sometimes when I see you,
I just want to wrap my arms around you,
and hold you close to me.

Being in your company keeps me alive.
I try day after day to express to you
my adoration.

Through idiotic actions and words,
I want you to see,
how bleak my life would be without you.

Whenever we argue,
it's like a splinter in my soul.
I freeze up, and fear we'll never speak again.

It's amazing how much I depend on you,
I don't realize it until we're separated,
and darkness seeps into my life.

Descent

Into azure seas descend,
sanity heading round the bend.

Loving long and holding fast,
captain screaming loud "avast!"

Death hath come so tenderly,
dare I say that woe is me?

Obsessive long and there it goes,
upon my grave has grown a rose,

Bleak is what my future seems,
the world shall use me to its means.

Dragons soar across my sky,
yet I feel that I might cry.

Weeping long and love is lost,
use my blood to paint my cross.

Rosebuds stare and sing a song,
they taunt me with it all day long.

Lords and Ladies kill the queen,
life will never be what it seems.

Lines of beauty, who to me,
dance upon a scarlet sea.

Catch the bitter, glowing rhymes,
that are flying 'cross my mind.

Though my muse is dead and gone,
I shall strive to go on.




I wrote this one when I was REALLY tired... it's pretty weird, and makes no sense.

I like your poems :]
they're deep, but also reality.
and I actually understand them :D

You are very good! It's obvious that you write from the heart, and that is true beauty. One who can bleed out on the paper and not the sidewalk is someone who can get past any hard time in their lives just by writing. Very nice work!

Descent II: Into What? I Cannot See.

Lovely long a life I live,
Cry, and laugh and what I did.

Twist my language, pervert my dreams,
Nothing is ever what it seems.

Will you fly away with me,
to a world we cannot see?

Love is strange and hate erodes,
turn your demons into toads.

I'm descending fast and well.
Into what? I cannot tell.

Angels fly above my head,
raising spirits of the dead.

Come and join me, die today,
life's a horrid, dreamy play.

Poets die, yet we sing on,
Living for the treasured song.


w00t! another weird poem! yay!

Hypocrisy

You know what?
You're a waste of oxygen!
You're a self-centered
moron.
You should never have been born!
Why don't you just
DIE!

Look at me,
in all my beautiful
hypocrisy.
From one self-centered moron
to another:
nobody's perfect.

Descent III: Through The Gates

Soft and live, a tender hand.
Death, to me, seems quite bland.

Language used both far and wide,
into my poetry, take a dive.

Quite a morbid, ghastly thing,
sorrow seems all that you bring.

Skeletal monotones wring my desire,
further heated by the fire.

Lust and love go hand in hand,
bring chaos 'cross the land.

Thorns upon the rose do grow,
quiet, frigid winds will blow.

Pale fog dusts the silent sea,
no one hears the young nymph's plea.

Dead, on the road, lies the snake,
the careless driver didn�t brake.

"Life in death, does not exist,"
they say all magic is a myth.

Dreams are crushed, broken, bleeding,
I am left, hopeless, needing.

Scholarly schooled in every grace,
he beat her brains out with a mace.

Leave me here, dead, alone,
in all my weakness, accident prone.

Striped with pain, and love and hate,
left open important gates.

Curiosity; I venture inside,
will I regret that I pried?



MORE weirdness!

Graceless Sleeps The Dying Bird,

Graceless sleeps the dying bird,
screaming without saying a word.

Full clouds of love fill my sky,
though I think I'd rather die.

Killing me without a word,
graceless sleeps the dying bird.



weirdness....

Descent IV: Away From The Light

In the distance, there I see,
a lovely glow, guiding me.

Under my feet, heaps of bones,
I wander further, into unknowns.

Death by the hand of society's grace,
someone get me away from this place.

Hedges of gold depress me so,
don't ask me why; I do not know.

I live to die, and die for life,
to save me from my nonstop strife.

Up above, they call my name,
they act as if it is a game.

I hide my eyes, as the light shines down,
they ask for smiles, and hate my frown.

Make the light disappear,
get me the hell out of here.

I leap for darkness, and hide my eyes.
Curl up in a corner, and cry and cry.

Will it ever end? I do think not.
Perhaps there's something yet to be got.

I crawl on bloody hands and knees,
only I can carry the golden keys.



Meh, it's losing the small bit of poeticness it had

Love

I watch your mouth moving,
it is fascinating,
and quite beautiful.
Your lips,
so perfectly sculpted,
move with the grace of an angel.

I love you,
I think with a sigh,
and you will never love me back.
It is rather depressing,
to love so much,
and know it is in vain.

But, I suppose I can be content,
with watching you.
You are perfect in my eyes.
Everything I could ever want�
and you do not want me.
I could cry right now.

I don't cry though.
I stay strong.
But what is that look in your eyes?
You're� concerned.
You ask if I am ok,
and I am,
because you care.

Even if you don't love me.

these are really great!
i don't want to star telling reviews about all of them,so picked untitled nr.1
when i read it,i really imagine a very beatifull,crying woman
and someone who really loves her from the bottom of his heart
then at the end you wonder if the man is just dreaming about the woman,and if she loves him
it's quite mysterious!

Heaven

I push open the door,
and a gust of hot air hits my face.
Some days, I just need to escape.
The world can be too much.

Light as a cloud,
I skip, almost float,
through the knee deep grass,
a green sea, brushing against my knees.

I fall backwards, and it welcomes me,
each tender blade kisses my face.
I am alone with myself,
and pure beauty.

The sun beats down on my face,
and I close my eyes in bliss.
When I die, this is where I shall go.
This is heaven.

Darkness

One day, I opened my eyes
and I fell.

Down over the cliff into
the abyss.

It was dark and lonesome
and I wept.

I wept for the one moment
of vision.

Before I fell once more
into darkness.

Descent V: Burning Bright

Quiet like a dying bird,
nothing all but silence heard.

Sirens screech of many woes,
all for us we do suppose.

Darkness flows and wraps around,
I’m floating, cannot feel the ground.

Epic tales of soldiers spent,
walking, wandering, backs all bent.

Seas flow strong, and flow right by,
in the distance, hear the cry.

Spiders will weave a web,
there’s nothing left to be said.

We don’t die, we carry on,
crawling towards a better dawn.

Inspiration, not yet lost,
remembering all the world’s I’ve crossed.

In the distance, burning bright,
disperse the darkness of the night.

It blazes on and pain it brings,
revealing all the grotesque things.

Light is evil, night return,
save me from the scalding burn.