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 Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:42 pm
This poem is titled Why Me? I wrote it back in seventh grade.
I look around,
The faces aren't familliar.
I cry,
Why me?
What did I do to deserve this fate.
Why me?
Why am I to be punished.
Why me?
I cry out for help.
No one answers.
No one calls back.
I am alone.
Why me?
I look up.
The shadows disappear.
The quiet is replaced.
The happiness fills my heart.
I realise it was just a dream.
But then I think.... Why Me?
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:51 pm
Another poem from my dark days in seventh grade. This is titled Even I Can Cry.
Its raining.
The angels are crying.
I smile.
You frown.
I laugh.
But even I can cry.
I look at you.
You look away in tears.
I look at them.
They're all crying to.
Suddenly it stops.
The rain isn't pounding.
The sun is shining.
They turn away.
I cry.
The days will pass.
They will still see nothing until I smile.
I am invisible.
But even I can cry.
So I paste that fake smile on and head outside.
The sun is shining.
On the inside I'm crying.
Nobody looks.
Nobody cares.
But now everyone knows.
Even I can cry.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 11:48 am
This was written for my dad. I miss him dearly.
Untitled
The Ice cream on hot days,
Cool and refreshing,
Makes me smile.
He looks at me and smiles,
Glad that I’m happy,
Driving with me because we can.
I wish it were like those memories,
Of days in the sun with him.
But that’s all I have left of my dad.
Memories.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 9:59 am
I wrote this randomly. I call it Nightmare.
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray no angels dare to weep.
Those tears are wasted on souls like mine,
Whose tattered edges rot with time.
In the dark I fly at night,
On blackened wings that give you fright,
With torn edges and bony frames.
These wings of mine, so hideous they be,
Sprout feathers by morn to set me free.
The sunlight shines on the pearly gates,
closed to me, for tis my fate,
To fly along the edge of light,
where the devil waits until the night.
Should I dare accept his deal,
my soul shall forever become sealed,
Deep within the pits of hell,
Where even angels souls have fell.
Those black feathers and darkened hearts,
send shivers down our spines.
For we all know how evil invades the quiets of our minds.
As we fight for precious light,
So pure and safe and fine,
We realize that once again,
We've run out of time.
The daylight fades and hell breaks loose,
Swallowing the light.
With a silent scream I'm swallowed up.
The devil has won this fight.
So down I go,
To the pits of hell,
For yet another fight.
I pray to God that I survive for one more horrid night.
A sudden jolt wakes me up,
Bringing me alive.
I realize, in such relief,
My soul managed to survive.
With a heavy sigh and silent tears,
I lay back down to sleep.
I send a quiet prayer to God,
For even angels weep.
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