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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:00 am
Delicious
Sweet and sour, truths and lies.
Delicious nectar depending on taste.
How we gobble it all up in delight,
Or spit it out in distaste.
Is one really better than the other,
When both can taste the same?
Can one really be better than the other,
When both heal and cause pain...?
Like the Other Girls
You must think you're something special.
You must think you're something great.
You must think you're pretty god d*mn clever.
Hey! You'll never get caught playing these games!
(HA! Yeah right.)
Am I like the other girls?
Do I have their same pretty smile?
Hey! Am I like the other girls,
Or did you really love me?
You walk around like you were somebody,
Screwing anything with legs,
Came back to me, as if you were innocent,
Expected me to take the bait.
(You're so stupid.)
Am I like the other girls?
Was I you're lil' angel?
Am I like the other girls?
So, I had beautiful eyes like them, too, huh?
Am I like the other girls?
Do I look stupid to you, DEAR?
Am I like the other girls,
Or was I really the best thing in your life?
Liar, liar,liar!
You are so full of lies.
Cheater, cheater, cheater!
You really suck at this game.
Disgusting f*cking lowlife!
You are nothing,
Nothing to me,
So go ahead and beg on your hands and knees
"Forgive me! Forgive me!"
(Why don't you go to hell?)
Am I like the other girls?
Have you ever loved me,
Or am I like the other girls,
Just your lil play thing?
So did I mean anything to you, liar?
Enough to stab me in the back?
So was I ever important to you?
Well I guess it doesn't really matter anymore.
(Yeah, you'll be sorry alright.)
actually I wrote this for some of my friends who got out of some crap relationships...*laughs and points to self* no relationship experience here, but they seemed to like it, so I was happy.
Out of reach
there is something
something I am trying to find
it is there
but always out of reach
I cannot have it
but I want it so badly
I cannot have it
but knowing that only hurts
I cannot have it
but I want to know the reason why
I cannot have it
the thing I have been searching for
I thought I had it
such a long time ago
as fake as all people
damned dancing manikins
the feeling was as it was said
but the sadness filled me again
sweet misery
clinging to me
only apathy
can save me
I don't want it anymore
I want to throw it all away
I want this so badly
it hurts inside
I will fight as long as I have to
knowing that it's not mine to have
won't change a thing
I want happiness.
That is my desire.
I want happiness.
Love doesn't matter.
I want happiness,
just take everything away
take it all away
take my anger
take my sadness
take my dear sweet pain
I want true happiness
even if I cannot have it!
I am sick of fake smiles
I am sick of fake laughs
I am sick of fake happiness
I want true happiness
I am sick of crying
I am sick of breaking
I am sick of always being so angry
I want it so badly
but it is always out of reach...
Memory
In the dark
so cold and kind
Feel so empty
nothing in mind
The shadows there
always show me
The way I am
supposed to be
In the light
so warm and blinding
Always searching
never finding
The shadows there
show only me
And the way
I used to be
In this life
so strange and bold
Everything seems
to be so cold
The shadows here
had shown me
My path now lost
in memory
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 7:48 am
well this is a poem I wrote...
its probably not the best but yea..
Realizing
Lost in the darkness that
had swept away the light.
Breaking through the surface
grasping, holding on tight
stabbing through the brightness
taking what is left
leaving nothing there
but an empty broken glass.
The darkness brought all the pain
and sorrow
that there was to shed
it tore me into pieces
making life seem so dead
it had me locked up
and chained up
inside my empty soul
making me feel like giving up
was the only way to
go.
That is what was there
but now is gone
realizing that my life
can move on
allowing the brightness
to over come the dark
giving my light a boost
giving it a spark.
Soon realizing what I need to
grasp
allowing my life to come out
from behind that dark and lonely
mask.
Also understanding a few of the things
I really needed to know
in order to live this bright,
and happier life
to have a start at a better begging
and not feel alone,
but to be loved
to learn
and to feel the meaning of
what it is to love...
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 7:30 pm
Ah, I have a few emo poems. I posted them in the wrong thread though xd
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:44 pm
I posted mine there as well. Ah well, at the beginning of this thread, I posted a poem, but I deprived you of true angst, which I have recently added more of to my repertoire. This poem is on the other thread, but it fits in well here.
Young Love Will Matter
They say you won't matter,
because of my youth;
true love does not shatter,
before you learn truth.
Well what in my coming years,
but the their lessons- bring age?
What shapes my story,
more than first page?
Now I know I'll never grow up the same,
never be like the old man who would bear my name,
that man who never met you will never be me,
no matter our age we will never agree.
Can it be this bare tree,
in which songbirds once sang love,
bore now rotten fruit,
that quickly took root,
planting the seeds of these nightmares-
I know not what of?
It is an unknown thing that wakes me,
an un-remembered place where my inner id takes me,
into seas of darkness uncharted.
My only explanation comes from when it all started.
I think I dream of your eyes,
I suspect that I dream of your touch,
what I'm trying to say is that,
young love matters all too much.
What I thought love was,
you made me forget,
and the boy who believed it,
I'll never quite get,
but I miss him,
and can't seem to find him much to my rue,
love- I could be wrong but is he with you?
No, he's buried with the young girl,
who before him died too.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:52 am
... crying crying So... sad... crying crying
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:12 am
I reach out
towards the skys beyond
Wanting more
it's too much for me
My back hurt
where my wings should be
Eyes are heavy
I'm not ready
I hear it
my name cried by many
Tears running
but I feel nothing at all
Freedom's gone
and I have lost my way
The hourglass
it's grains of sand falling
So fast
but the hands move so slowly
Too much
gotta do it all before I can sleep
The reason of living
to keep on despite the hurt
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 6:13 am
That's deep...
I really liked the contrast where you said "The hourglass
it's grains of sand falling
So fast
but the hands move so slowly
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 5:44 am
aw, you make me blush =^//^=
thank you heart
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 9:22 am
I have some stuff in my journal on my profile, but I've been pretty lazy to post lately. I'll add more later.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 8:21 am
I'm looking forward to it!
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