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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:10 pm
Okay the first was just a taste guys! blaugh this thread will be were I post the rest of my poems. Here the next one.
Self-Made.
A modern tin man she pushes past the pain.
Her face set in a hard mask.
She never makes mistakes.
Or so everone seems to think.
But deep inside there is no pride.
And no kind of self faith.
The non chalence she presents.
Is nothing but a fake.
Her hidden cries are becoming.
Much too much to take.
She feels herself weakening.
Even as she appears so strong.
Without her self resolve.
Everything would go wrong.
She's tired of the glaring eyes.
And the careless words.
When will someone ever realize.
How her heart cries?
Even though she hides.
She's pushing tears away from her eyes.
She wants someone to save her.
Someone to understand.
So she waits for her knight in shining armor.
To come and take her hand.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:16 pm
Rage.
She grits her teeth and refuses to slip.
At the sound of the whip.
Her rage is all she fights for.
Her feet dig in the ground.
Anger burns through her lungs.
Forcing her to breath.
She refuses to cry.
She refuses to weep.
She's chained to this wagon.
Made out of screams.
And smells of blood and death.
She's so weak from all the heat.
Now it's all up to her feet.
She bares the load ready to go.
Even as her mind screams no.
The pain is nothing compared.
To the anger that clings.
At her soul and heart it controls her every move.
She just secretly hopes.
She'll get out of this soon.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:20 pm
Hopeless.
She's face down on the floor.
She doesn't move she doesn't speak.
She'd lock the door.
But she's much to weak.
Although she's not there.
She's lost in her mind.
She's run away somewhere.
Nobody can find.
She's lying under gray skies.
That swirl and gray oceans that roar.
She just doesn't want.
To cry anymore.
The waves wash over her body.
And the sun is blocked out.
She needs to be alone right now.
The only sound anywhere around.
Is the waves and the wind.
No matter how hard she tries.
She'll never win.
She's give up all hope.
She's realized it's a joke.
For just one moment she thought she could fly.
Then found out just how happiness dies.
She'll never get up it's to much of a risk.
So she blocks out the tears and bites down on her wrist.
She refuses to make a sound.
She never wants to be found.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:23 pm
Escape.
His hands burn from the force.
He's using on making his escape.
during the day he puts on a fake smile.
And hides his disguising shape.
Behind that smile lies a mouth.
Screaming in pain.
Behind that shape hides a man.
Curled in a ball.
It's so surprising.
How no one sees.
How he cries or how he pleads.
They notice that he's angry.
But they don't even wonder.
Will they feel bad when they find him?
He steps off the stool.
And the same thing that burned his hands.
Burns his neck.
He can't breath.
He twists on the rope as his lungs fight.
He lets out a strangled laugh.
He's made up his mind.
That one bitter laugh is the sound he makes.
As he let's him self die.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:00 pm
Betrayed.
He stands alone he can't move or speak.
Frozen he can only watch and grow weak.
His legs tremble and his mind begs for sleep.
His eyes stream with tears.
But he cannot weep.
Someones done this to him, this horrible thing.
Someone he loved and trusted.
Someone that made him feel like a king.
But one day was walking.
Smiling all the while.
When cold steel rammed through his back.
Pain and betrayel the only thing he could feel.
The poison on the knife.
Left him unable to move.
The last thing he remembers.
Is the feel of his lovers skin so smooth.
Her eyes once bright with love.
Were cold and unfeeling.
Her hand once gentle and loving.
Held the bloody knife.
And her smile once warm for him.
Was cold and evil.
She turned...and walked away.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:02 pm
Pain and betrayel the only thing he could feel.
The poison on the knife.
Left him unable to move.
The last thing he remembers.
Is the feel of his lovers skin so smooth.
Her eyes once bright with love.
Were cold and unfeeling.
Her hand once gentle and loving.
Held the bloody knife.
And her smile once warm for him.
Was cold and evil.
amazing
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:03 pm
Torn.
Tears of torture pour from her.
She holds her self in a huge and rocks her self.
The wounded sounds she cries.
Bring tears to the angels eyes.
Torment claws at her heart.
Sobs over take her body.
She swears this pain is tearing her apart.
She screams because it won't stop.
She hits her fists on the floor.
She losing her mind,.
"Someone help can't you see the pain and torture that lives inside?"
But her cries go unheard.
She lays alone in her cell.
She's stopped screaming but she just stares.
At the walls of her own little hell.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:07 pm
((thank you smile that was inspired by a pretty bad break up were the guy didn't really want to break up...-wince- ))
Teenager.
Angels wings make soothing sounds above me.
The angels sing taking away my tears.
I've lived for so long dreaming of being free.
The angels fight away my fears.
Trapped in a dark chamber with no escape.
Being born the wrong place my only mistake.
I hide the strain it takes.
Putting on a smile.
Force myself to think of other things.
As I push away the pain.
It's not so bad if I just don't think.
About all the hurtful unfair things.
Happiness is small and slow to come.
But it keeps my gaze toward the sun.
Sadness and angel my two constant emotions.
I dream of wing, gray skies, and cold Irish oceans.
One day I will have my peace.
One day my sad thoughts will cease.
This knowledge is all all that keeps me going.
While others look blind I stand knowing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:09 pm
((hey guys just wanted to say this poem is one of my favorites))
Mommy's Here.
Sweet heart won't you dry your tears?
It's okay now mommy's here.
A mothers love travels years.
It destroys all pain and conquers fears.
One soft kiss and a sweet smile.
Brings happiness to a small child.
Mother is the name of God on every child's lips.
Even when that god is not fit.
So smile now let me hold you close.
A mothers love is stronger than most.
Love of mine, put away your fears.
It's okay now Mommy's here.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:11 pm
Irish Ocean.
Star shine lays.
On blue gray waves and silky sand.
The wind is cold but the waves.
Rock gently in a soothing lullaby.
Silence reins with nothing but the sound.
Of this Irish ocean to defy it's power.
Gray rocks pile up to create caves and cliffs.
And other things were peace can find a human being.
It's these things that I hold in my mind.
This cold place will be my warm welcome.
This cold place will be my peace.
It may be foolish but I like to think.
This looks like God's Kingdom.
It is here my problems will cease.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:14 pm
((inspired by Biology class in school))
Waiting.
Foot tapping with my eyes stuck to the clock.
Clouds passing I want to leave.
But the doors still locked.
Frustration takes control.
My hands are balled in fists.
My teeth clench together making my jaw ache.
Impatient rage clouds my eyes like mist.
Oh time why won't you go faster?
I take a deep breath I need to calm down.
But it's so hard when my mind's screaming.
"Leave now!"
I watch every one else sit content and I'm filled with horror.
How many others will conform with this order?
Waiting, waiting, it's enough to make me crazy.
I can just see my brain melting and my vision going hazy.
No!
I won't be like them I stubbornly refuse.
So my eyes stay on the clock.
What have I got to loose?
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:17 pm
Learn.
If you fight with the fire.
You get burned.
But none of you ever learn.
If you pull a lions tail.
Your gonna die.
I try to explain this.
Then ask myself why?
Deaf ears are the death of the world.
Blindness will be your destruction.
A wolf such as I has no patience.
But you don't care.
To smart am I to take the bite.
To close am I to the finish line.
But soon someone better than I.
Will reach around and take a bite.
I am the lion who roars aloud.
I am the fire that never goes out.
I am the wolf who stands and howls
Do you understand me now?
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:20 pm
((Okay ladies and gents this is my all time favorite poem I have ever written it's a bit macabre but I hope you like it!))
Protected by nothing more than a ratty brown teddy bear.
The little boy hides.
The darkness is scary.
But the monsters aren't as scary and the creature screaming outside.
He hears his mothers cries.
And hugs the teddy tight.
Why did his daddy have to come home tonight?
The gun shot scares him.
Makes him scream in fright.
Too late he realizes his mistake.
There's no where else to hide.
The closet door slams open.
The boy can only cry.
As daddy raises his arm.
And the light makes the gun shine.
Daddy pulls the trigger.
And watches his little boy die.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:22 pm
Anger.
Like the wind I still persist.
Just as scary as a midnight mist.
God bless my foe.
They'll need your hand.
Doggedly I'll search every land.
Revenge is sweet.
That's no surprise.
I don't forgive.
I don't compromise.
Enemy's beware.
Of this lioness star.
It'll stop you cold.
A cross you'll need to hold.
So when you dare.
To be so bold.
Remember the things.
That you've been told.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:26 pm
Determined.
I'm standing on a hill somewhere.
Lost and never found.
I've been like this forever.
And with no surprise I look around.
Barren emptiness meets my gaze.
For my ears there is no sound.
Other than the howling wind.
That follows me around.
Faces of the ghosts that haunt my past float behind me.
I've lived with them so long.
They don't bother me.
I walk along this place.
One step and another more.
There has to be some reason.
All this happened for.
I'm on a search to find it.
To find out why I stay alive.
perhaps one day I'll have my wish.
And I can understand.
The worst thing that can happen.
Is if your stranded all alone.
And you don't know why.
Knowledge gives you life.
So that you may breath.
But fate is ever changing.
Like the moon or the sea.
The tide is coming in now.
And it is time to rest.
But when the sun comes up.
I will walk once again.
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