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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:09 pm
Okay, so, so I don't flood this forum with my poetry, I'm just going to keep to one thread. I'll post a new poem every day until I've gone through all of my poems, or if I have no access to a computer-I obviously will not be updating, so yeah... Here's the first poem, I wrote it today, it's called Deathly Silent.
Deathly Silent
Where has all the music gone?
And where is all the sound?
It’s as silent as the dead,
Those who were lost
And never found.
The leafs are quiet,
And the grass is still
It is as silent as the dead,
Those who never returned
And those who never will.
The dead have yet to live.
The living has yet to die.
But it’s fading now,
The sound and all.
Now’s time to cry.
The leafs are quiet,
And the grass is still
It is as silent as the dead,
Those who never returned
And those who never will.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:19 am
untitled
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But what if the roses were blue,
And the violets were red.
And if the sugar was sour,
Would you be sour, too?
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:02 am
Maybe?
A long time ago,
Maybe I was happy?
Maybe we were happy?
But who were we?
Were we who we are now?
Or some childish clowns?
Did we live out our dreams,
And make it to the big screens?
But what is done,
Cannot be changed.
And maybe we never were.
Maybe, just maybe.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 8:04 am
Me Myself and I
Me, Myself, and I.
Who else do we need?
Together we fly.
Just Me, Myself, and I.
But on Mondays,
Me can't play.
So I turn to Myself,
And I say;
"If Me can't play,
We are no longer three."
But Myself just smiles,
And laughs, "hee hee!"
She does not care,
She does not like Me.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 10:03 am
Hate
Hate, hate, hate.
It's a rather silly word,
The H, the A
The T, the E,
All so little,
Yet, all so strong.
But how come,
Since we have destroyed
Things that came before,
We can't defeat this word,
We can't get rid of this word...
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:13 am
This is a song inspired by my cousin back when she and I were both kind of depressed... she didn't really kill herself IRL, just in the song. Everything's back to normal now, so that's good.
Regret
You see that little girl,
Sitting in that corner,
Playing with a doll,
That don't belong to her.
She don't say a word,
Turned her back on the world.
She won't shed a tear,
Not for others at least.
But, she cries herself to sleep,
Every single night.
And she puts on that special act,
Making everything look alright.
She thinks no one cares
For her in the least.
She thinks she as well just disappear.
But these thoughts are hidden.
No one else there knows.
They don't know that she
Is truly shattered to pieces inside.
Daddy turns off the light,
and he says goodnight.
And the silent cry that puts her to sleep,
every single night, begins again.
Mama and Daddy don't know,
Little sister don't know,
Baby bro don't know,
But they really love her.
This cold, frightened life,
This thought un-loved life,
This young child's life,
It all ends here tonight!
Her pain, oh how it grows
Too much for her to handle.
She decided that night
That her life should end...
She leaves her bed,
Her room, her home.
A note on her desk
Saying: "Goodbye
I'll miss you so"
Now it's all over,
This young girls life;
The family of five.
But she was happy for a while,
Up there in the clouds.
Playing with all the other boys and girls
Who's families loved them so.
Mama found the note,
In the early morn.
She burst into tears;
Her eldest daughter was gone.
That was years ago,
She regretted her choice!
Baby bro has graduated,
From elementary.
Little sis made the soccer team
For her Junior High School.
The family screams, from the sidelines,
Every time she makes a goal.
Daddy got the promotion,
Mama left her job,
But she's still at the graveyard,
Every single day.
Mourning the loss
Of her eldest daughters soul.
She never knew her pain,
Never, never at all
The little girl;
She watches from the clouds.
She misses them all.
She wishes she could still be there.
Little Sister misses her.
Mama misses her.
Daddy misses her.
Baby Bro misses her.
Her old friends miss her.
Her cousins miss her.
Her Grandma misses her.
And her Grandpa misses her.
The Neighbors miss her, too.
We all just miss her so.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 9:52 am
Counting The Moments
I'm counting the minutes.
I'm counting the hours.
I'm counting every moment.
That you're away from me.
Please, oh please
Just take me with you.
You've already got my heart,
My soul, my everything.
I'm counting the minutes.
I'm counting the hours.
I'm counting every moment,
Until I see you again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 5:57 am
All Because Of You
I had never seen you sad,
You were Always
There beside me.
I had never seen you mad,
Not until today.
That's when you killed me.
My hopes my dreams,
My everything.
How could you do that?
I thought we were in love.
My family can't see me now,
And neither can you.
Is that what you wanted?
I'm invisible to all,
Except for the youth.
I scare them,
Not purposefully,
But I do.
Now I'm wearing black and white,
It's like a sick old movie,
I'm just a faded memory.
Fading more and more every day.
Until all that's left's the photograph.
There's nothing to do
To stop it.
This is what I've become,
And it's all because of you.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:11 pm
your very talented. do you plan on a carear as a poet?
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 12:04 pm
Thanks for the compliment, but to answer your question, I don't know what I plan on doing. I still have quite a few years to figure what I want my career to be... after all, I'm only thirteen! lol
Friends
My friends say I'm too stuborn,
To watch them when they fall.
My friends say I'm too stuborn,
To even care at all,
But they don't know the truth,
Even if it hit them in the eye.
They won't know the truth,
They think I'm way too shy.
But it's not fair the way they think.
I care for them, I really do.
Maybe it's they, who are too stuborn,
To even see the truth.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 4:52 pm
Okay, so, I've gone WAAAAY too long without posting a poem, but I haven't really written one... soo.... I'm going to write an on the spot one... so yeah.... here it is.
It's color is so vivid,
And it's fall is quite expected.
It's time is over,
But no one ever cares.
It's resting place is never final.
It will soon be moved by the wind,
And not long after that,
it will be gone.
So, who knows what I'm talking about here?
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 11:24 am
Background story for mine and my sisters costumes this year... My little sisters name isn't Sue, it's actually Abby, but Abby didn't fit very well, so I changed it to Sue.
Me and My Dolly Sue
Hello there, my name's Emily, and this is my dolly Sue.
Sue doesn't talk as much as she should, not since the bishops daughter, Peggy-Lu, killed my dolly Sue.
Every year on October Thirty-first we go out along with all the other children,
Saying we're trick-or-treating, but really we're trick-or-truthing.
You see, whenever someone flinches whenever we say 'truth' we tell them our story,
And how we came to be.
But when they don't, we trick them, and act like normal children,
When they don't we trick them, and hide our scars and pain.
My little dolly Sue doesn't like the taste of taffy very much and how it sticks to her teeth,
So, since it's a rather sticky substance, and her head's nearly to fall off, she sticks it in the gash in her neck, hoping it will stay yet another day.
But my story isn't one you'd like to hear, it's one you'd rather dread.
My story of how I came to be, of how I came to the dead.
It would not only give you chills, but set you right beside me and my lovely dolly Sue.
So if you're curiously curious, let me know, and I'll tell you my story, of how I came to be.
It was a dark, dark night, a dark, cold night.
I thought that there was no one there, no one I could see perhaps.
I screamed out loud, and screamed some more, and still,
No one was there.
I screamed myself until I was out of breath and still,
No one was there.
I gasped for air and looked around, but still,
No one was there.
I twisted and turned, and hiked the highest hill, and still,
No one was there.
I ran to my house, and you know what?
No one was there.
I ran and ran, and ran and ran,
Not knowing where to go.
I made for the cemetery, I do not know why, but I did.
And now I wish I didn't.
In the cemetery, can you guess who was there?
Not no one, everyone.
Everyone was there, with sharp, sharp nails,
On bony, bony hands.
And yet again, I screamed and screamed, and screamed some more,
Until no sound would come.
They advanced on me, my throat all so sore from my screaming and screaming,
And screaming some more.
With their sharp, sharp nails attached to their bony, bony hands,
They scratched and punched at me with all their might.
I will not tell you no more, because it would haunt not only you,
But the dearly beloved resting in that cemetery.
They've come after me not once, not twice, but thrice.
But I'm still not the victim, it's my fault they came after me.
You see, that wasn't the first time I had been to the cemetery that day,
I had also been there earlier, digging up a wealthy woman and stealing all her fineries.
It's my fault they came after me, now shouldn't you go check on your young?
You never know what they might be doing, they could end up like me.
So go now, check on your young,
And beware of sharp, sharp, nails on bony, bony hands.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:25 am
Turn, turn, just keep turning.
No one's there, you're on the run.
Burn, burn, your legs, they're burning.
It's just what happens when you run.
Wheels, wheels, wheels are turning.
Inside your head, thoughts are churning.
Years, years, years you're earning,
A life long sentence of imprisonment.
Burn, burn, your lungs, they're burning,
It's just what happens when you run.
Fame, fame, fame is turning,
And it's seriously, kicking your a**.
Your face is recognized wherever you go,
Innocent deaths are at their toll.
Turn, turn, just keep turning,
They're there! They're there!
They're on your tail!
They're there! They're there!
And, worse yet, they're armed with guns!
Gears, gears, gears are turning,
Thoughts are churning.
Years you're earning.
Legs and lungs, both are burning.
It's just what happens when you run.
Two paths and one decision,
You draw your weapon, they draw theirs.
A shot rings out, loud and clear...
Your heart is burning, burning, burning.
Well, it's just what happens when you run.
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