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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 3:32 pm
OKay so I'm bored and i've been posting my poems in my journal...but nobody reads them there...so I'm going to do it here...and pray that i get input...how can a poet grow if she is never critisized(^.^ I killed that word)
NoT cArRiNg:
I'm sick or trying
I'm sick of slowly dying
And all this stupid ryhming
I don't care what you do
What stupid pains you go through
I have my own life
And my dreams
Stop trying to make a stupid scene
So she was your first love
The first who wanted more
Then your lustfull touch
Now she's gone
And to you it seems all wrong
I'm sick of carring
I'm sick of you sharring
I'm sick of hearing
I'm tired of school
I'm tried of work
of these stupid fears
I know my future depends
On good grades and college loans
But right now
I'm done trying
It's just to tireing
And im sick of wanting to cry
As for work they can fire me
I'm sick of fabric moving
Of loosing pointless hours
Only to have a part time job
Destroy my plans
My stupid fears
I don't care anymore
You won't go
This is a fact that I know
I'm just sick of carring
I want to been 17
And not part of this scene
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 6:54 pm
Thats so sad...my friend has a poem similar to it but with some personal details of course. You are very good at poetry and I can tell its from the heart...mostly of pain and everything. Keep it up..I would like to see more of yours on here some time. My name is Jenny...I am just enjoying hanging out in here...poetry is what I love so this is now my little hang out now lol. Well, I hope we can be friends and keep up that poetry of yours!
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 7:50 pm
AnGeR:
Its coursing
Buring through my veins
Trying to destroy this composure
The fake facade
I created to please the world
I want you gone
Out of my life
Out of his
Out of my mind
This anger controls me
Moves to a furry
A fire
i never imagined i know
It's coursing
Buring
Destroying my world
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:00 pm
not caring was okay, but I really liked anger
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 10:51 am
Okay firstly i just wanted to say that most of the poems (all of them thus far) have been made up on spot...and if any body is ever curious about the origin of each you can pm...i would be happy to share...also keep the comments coming( and i can handel my poems being beaten...its happened on more then three occaisions so i know im no the best poet)
JuStIn:
When they knock me down
Push me to the ground
Makeing me want to cry
Or better yet want to die
I know i can turn to you
You will be there to shelter me
With your kind loving voice
To tell me I am worth more
Then that stupid choice
Your arms will protect
Even from your home
I can feel the strength around me
Helping me over come
My stupid choices
When they tell I am nothing
That no one would care
I know they are liying
That you will always be there
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:16 pm
i think all the peoms are great... keep writing. wink
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:07 pm
BlAnK:
Emotionlessly
They wipe me from the room
Forgetting I am human
And capapble of thought
And Feeling
Blankly
Fighting back tears
I sit all alone in my room
Harboring hate
in my tattered heart
I trusted you
You spoke to me
Of my issues
my fears
You told me to trust
What a fool i was
To think that you
The Blank mask
begging for attention and lies
Were trust worthy
Now i sit
You name pulling
Blank fiery anger into my mind
I hate you
I hate her
MY soul is a blank mask
Longing to be able to trust again
YoU:
How could I trust him
When you are the one
That tells me
I love you
How could i ever question
The longing in your voice
The truth in your eyes
and the love in your touch
Justin How
How could I not run to you
When my fears were ready
To eat me alive
How could I
not take comfort in your voice
the thought of your loving arms
In the words I love you
Said so randomly and so truthfully...
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:11 pm
NoT cArRiNg sad draft 2)
I'm sick of trying
I'm sick of slowly dying
And all this stupid ryhming
I don't care what you do
What stupid pains you go through
I have my own life
And my dreams
Stop trying to make a stupid scene
So she was your first love
The first who wanted you
More than the other things
You happily do
Now she's gone
And to you it seems all wrong
I'm sick of carring
I'm sick of you sharring
I'm sick of hearing
I'm tired of school
I'm tried of work
and I'm tired of these stupid fears
I know my future depends
On good grades and college loans
But right now
I'm done trying
It's just to tireing
As for work they can fire me
I'm sick of fabric moving
Of loosing pointless hours
Only to have a part time job
Destroy my Senior year
My stupid fears
I don't care anymore
You won't go
This is a fact that I know
I'm just sick of carring
I want to been 17
And not part of this stupid scene
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 8:50 am
DoN't Be UpSeT:
Baby please
Don't be upset today
I get to see you
be in your arms
If only for 4 hours
I know its not long
That it will seem
Only to be 4 minutes
But thats four minutes with you
In your arms
Looking at you smile
So baby please
Don't you see
its better then what it could be
It could've been four weeks
Untill the next time we held each other
It could have been a month
I would take fours hours
Over nothing anyday...
Becuase its not everyday i see you
So baby please be happy
and smile when you get me
I know it will hurt to say good bye
That will never change...
But four hours is better
Then four weeks.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 5:08 pm
BlAnK pAgEs:
Blank pages
Fall before me
As I close my eyes
And dream of a life with you
Who are we
What are we doing
Mother and Father
Secret lost lovers
The pages are mine
Mine to fill
Blank pages
Are my life
An empty book
Waiting for me
I'll dream again
Of you
Of me
Of what could be
Blank Pages
All my own
Blank pages
Waiting to be known
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 3:59 pm
Photos:
My pictures
Holding them close to my heart
Trying not to let go
Nor let them get torn apart
Ones of us
Happy and young
The pains of laife still far away
My little puppy girl
Her bright brown eyes
These are all I have left of you
My memories
My pictures
Thrown together
Into one box of memories
Good and Bad they are all still me
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 4:14 pm
There are a few grammatical errors, but other than that, your poems are fine.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:38 pm
I like the first one, very angsty
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:47 pm
thanks for the comments..yeah my grammer...not the best..i think i just spelt that wrong...hmm..i should do a poem about that lol..how i can't spell nor be gramtically corret..but how i want to be a writer lol ^.^
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:51 pm
XD
I'm what some people may call a "Grammar Nazi." I'm crazy over my own grammar.
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