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 Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 8:01 am
There are longer poems in here, and shorter ones. All done by me.
These poems took a lot of work. Please critique them in any way.
ALL POEMS ARE COPYWRITED!
(c)Shiko
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 8:04 am
The Raven's Song
It's warm and comforting
In the dark,
I can almost here the song
Of a little lark.
But wait!
Whats that I hear?
Soft crying
is coming to me ear.
The crying of a child?
No!
It's the raven
Sitting in the tree
He's come to sing
A little song to me.
And as I listen,
His feathers do glisten
But why does this soft song
Not move me along?
I realize
As the raven sings
What saddness
Thats his song brings.
Listen as I might
His song brings no delight
I ask the little bird,
"Whats wrong?
You sing such a sad song."
The raven looks at me
His voice wanting to break free
He flies away
Without saying good-bye
Into the darkness of the moon-lit sky.
Here is another poem of mine, recently written when my heart was broken. I hope you guys like it as much as my other poem.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 8:07 am
Live To Die: Wanting and Knowing, Loving and Having
I can see it in your eyes
Waiting to come alive
Wishing it were simple
Coming into the skies
Now in the hazy distance
I can see you clearly
Hoping for a miracle
But knowing non will come
Wishing something to happen
At the same time, knowing nothing will
Living lie
While telling the truth
Cant explain why
But still having faith
When there's non left to pass around
Living up to expectations
Willing to go through
All the pain
And heartaches that pass me by
Longing to hear the voice
Of someone near to me
Hoping there’s a way
To make them see
That I’m in no mood
Wondering why
But will always know the answer
Wishing they could hear me
Knowing they never will
Receiving the right information
And thinking that it’s wrong
Never will I know
What is the truth
And what is deceiving
They thought to explain
What was what or what was pain
Never thought of asking you
Even though I know the truth
Will someone tell me what’s going on
I’ve lived here way too long
In the darkness and shadows
Of all of them
Needing an explanation why
We live to die
Asking for a reason why we cry
Loving to attention we get
When we shall pour our souls out
Wanting to know why
But already know why
Asking the questions
Marveling the answer’s
Urging myself to do my best
But wanting you to do the rest
Loving but not being loved
Really bites it big time
Wishing and hoping for more to come
Knowing that it’s junk
Waiting for the funk
That will never come
The twitching eye
On the wall
That watched
Through it all
Hoping never to be found
Knowing that it will
Wishing to be seen
By all that is near
Hoping and believing
Wishing and praying
Wondering and marveling
Whys it’s there
Looking at you
Knowing what is fake
And what is true
You cant know everything
The say it’s a sin
But wondering why
God knows all
Cant live a full life
Until life itself is full
Wondering, marveling
Praying, believing
Wanting to know why
We live to die
Wondering what to contemplate
Contemplating what to wonder
Looking at the village
Down yonder
Laughing as they do
Singing as they do
If we are all the same
Then why are we different
Wanting to be loved
Loving to be wanted
Waiting for the answer
Pondering the question
Asking to know why
We live to die
Watching them
With their little games
Tricking children
Into what they know is wrong
Don't know why were here
The only good explanation
That is near
Is that
We live to die
Loving why I am the way I am
Wishing to be herd
Longing to be loved
That's why
We all have the same question:
Why do we live?
I’m asking you now
Not knowing the answer
But wishing I did
Cant stop thinking
Why I wrote what I wrote
Living to die
Living to die
Is like
Dieing to live
Dieing to live
Cant stop wondering why
I want to know the answer
Wishing that I did
Pondering why
We live to die
And die to live
Seeing me crippled
Is not what I wish to be
Withering away
In front of a mirror
Watching time stand still
While the hours fly by
Making no sense
Is sense in the making
That's why I want
To know why
We love to die
Were inspired to be ourselves
But what do ourselves aspire to be
Who knows
No one knows
But when we do know
We will finally know what its like
to die
It shouldn't be bad
It shouldn't be sad
But face it
We all know its not easy
To go through
What we all want to go through
Because if we didn't
It would be a cliche
Wanting everything
That's waiting to happen
Knowing that we shouldn't
Makes it all the more fun
To want what we cant
Wanting to be noticed
In a forbidden city
Helps us appreciate
What we have
And what we don't
Loving, wanting
Its all the same
Knowing, pondering
What can it mean?
They all have great lives
But greed gets in the way
Of what really matters
But there is one thing we must remember
The ship must always sail away
Because in time we will learn
Why we live to die
Wanting to know why we hallucinate
Our love for others
Love is just a thing we want
Nothing more
Nothing less
I have one last question
to ask.....
Do we live to die
Or
Die to live?
This poem was eight pages when I origianlly wrote it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 8:10 am
~Updates~
8/13
I have posted one long poem and one short poem so far. I need to type the rest up.
10/20
*sigh* I have had no time to update any of my poems or type up other ones.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:43 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:36 pm
Lovely and long with very good points. Well done.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 2:30 pm
Tsuyoki-chan Lovely and long with very good points. Well done.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:21 pm
Math Class Blues
Sitting in class
Watching the clock tick by
Looking through the glass
Watching the clouds in the sky.
Anxious for class to be done
Sitting in my uncomfortable desk
Searching the clouds for the sun
I am finished, unlike the rest.
I close my eyes as I yawn
Waiting in silence for the beel to ring
Wake me at dawn
When the birds sing.
Waiting for the lunch bell
The silence-unbearable
To me, this is hell
My train of thought-terrible.
About to sleep
The bell shrills in my ear
From my seat I creep
Ro the cafeteria that is near.
Ah. This poem was written in math class. I wasn't doing my math like I was supposed to do. My math teacher just doesn't get why I write so much in class....Oh well. He is a math teahcer after all. This is one of my sillier works, with little to no meaning.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:22 pm
Unloved
Why do you tell me
Everything will be okay
When you know that statement
Is very wrong?
I can't stop wondering why
You did what you did
and how some you said what you said.
I'm pondering the the answers
I'm asking the questions
But for some reason
No words will come out
Maybe it's because I've sworn to God
Maybe it's because I've sworn to the Devil
I know why
I'll tell you something
Here and now
You laughed, I cryed
You gave me sorrow and pai
Loving you
Was all I could ever do
So why can't you explain?
I want to jump off that cliff
Falling into the cement-like water
Hitting the jagged rocks that await me
Feeling my body die
Has to be easier
Than being betrayed.
Any mortal sees death
But than why don't I die?
No matter how many times I try,
I cut myself
and hung myself
But I will never die.
Those words you said to me,
They made me immortal.
They toughened my inner heart,
They toughened my outer shell.
The one thing I do know,
Is that you will go to Hell.
Will someone explain
What went wrong?
You broke my heart,
Shattered my bones,
And with every kiss
That became the pain
and the grudge
That I hold against you.
Pondering why
You didn't give me a clue
You left me feeling black and blue.
As I sit here
Alone in my room,
I think to myself:
"Razors pain you
Rivers are damp
Acids stain you
And drigs cause cramp
Guns arn't lawful
And nooses give
as smalls awful
You might as well live..."
This is what you have done to me
Coming and going
Moaning with woe
Being shunned
Feels better
Than wanting you back.
I am unloved by all
That I love so dear
For no one takes my seriously
And that is their downfall.
Can't you see
What you have made out of me?
Can't imagine why
You would do what you do.
But instead
You ignored the crying girl
And now I am almost dead.
Tired of dieing over and over.
That's what you should do.
You should die.
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
You will understand,
What I go through.
Day in
And day out.
This poem, I am a little ashamed of. It was written back when I was in seventh grade. I didn't have a very good time, if you couldn't tell. I just kinda, well, wanted to die. I thought my life was absolutely horrid. Please do not be quick to judge. I have changed drastically! The poem doesn't have very good flow. But I put my heart into it. Thats all that really matters. Right?
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:23 pm
Okay. Before I even post this poem, I am going to tell a little about it. This was also written in seventh grade. It was written for a friend of mine. He, well, he cut himself. Not a lot, only a couple times, but it was still enough to make me cry and worry. When I wrote this poem, I only shared it with my other friend, afraid that Jon, my friend who cut, would be mad. Then I finally decided to come out and show him the poem. When he read it, he laughed and threw it away. So I talked to my teacher and the matter was dealt with. Here it is.
He Cuts (I)
No one knows
The way I feel,
Unless your friend
Has cut.
It feels like
Falling into a dark abyss
Observing life
From the inside out.
Wondering why he did it.
He said it was because
He didn't feel loved.
I told him that was bull.
It hurt me,
That he didn't bother to tell me,
Any of this.
I cryed
But he then laughed,
And said that it was okay.
He wouldn't cut again.
How was I supposed to beleive that?
As I walk the boulevard,
I can just imagine it...
They found him lying dead,
In his room with blood on the floor,
A mirror broken, shards wedged in the door,
His wrist, it was slashed.
Deep.
This thought scares me
He is my dear friend
I've known him for years.
And in those years,
He never gave a clue...
I don't read minds,
How was I supposed to know?
Am I the one to blame?
On starry nights,
I am crying
Wishing I could make it stop somehow.
Cold hands and feet
Are the result of writing on late snowy nights.
Now I wish he hadn't told me,
What he was keeping inside.
The bloody wrist,
An image that won't go away.
I should have known,
I wish I had.
You may call it brave.
You may call it stupid.
You may call it love lorn.
Or you may say he was mearly
Looking for attention.
I don't care what you say.
He was dear to me,
Like a brother.
I can't accept
What he's done to his life.
Just wanting control of his life...
But he didn't have to do it that way...
His voice is nothing
But an empty void
That can never be filled.
It's like a keilidesope <----Spelling?
Yeah, I'll give him that
His life may have been hard to cope.
Next he will do drugs
Or steroids.
My only wish
Is that he is happy
With what he has done with his life.
And I can't thank him enough
For everything he has done for me.
For he is my friend,
Like a brother.
This poem, I know, is a little choppy, and doesn't flow nice. But to be honest. I could have given a rat's behind if the poem flowed or not. I just wanted to convay the message. So comment, critique, whatever. Just please read it. Cutting is a serious issue and I want you all to know, that it will not only effect you, but everyone around you. If you hurt yourself, you are hurting the people you care about you the most.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:24 pm
Butterfly
Butterfly - Fly away
But come back to me another day.
Butterfly - So colorful and bright
You chase away the darkness in the light.
Butterfly - Never grey or dull
So much more beautiful than the gull.
Butterfly - A symbol of hope
When your around, I never mope.
Butterfly - So full of love
More like a gift from high above.
Butterfly - Never torn apart
Flying, a master art.
Butterfly - Born wild and free
Please come back home to me.
This poem was written for my mother who has done so much for me. I thank her so much.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 4:25 pm
Emo
Tell me how
Tell me why
I just want to know
Just tell me
Am I emo?
I’ve been this way
For as long as I can remember
Please tell me
On this day in September.
I don’t know how
I don’t know why
Have all these days passed me by?
Please tell me
I want to know
Am I going emo?
I don’t know where
I don’t know when
Have I been like this
All the time?
You say I am emo
I need to know
How you know
And I don’t.
Is it my voice?
Is it my clothes?
Is it my mind?
Is it my style?
Is it the way I think?
Is it the way I talk?
Is it the way I act?
The way I dress?
The way I express?
Please tell me how you know
When I went emo.
This is all I have to say
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know what you think
I want to know how you know
That I am emo…
Okay....This poem was written, yes in seventh grade. My friend came up to me and said that I was "too emo to hang out with anymore." You have to understand that I was going throught a very hard time back then. I wrote this poem and gave it to her. Well, she laughed in my face and threw it away and hasn't spoken a word to me since then. Again, not very good flow. Make of it what you will.
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