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poem:death. walk with me threw the shadows and valley of death and tell me what do you fear of me. im a mear soul with a job im lost and i travel unabel to find my resting place. so i walk in the shadow of you and wait to help you find you place to rest in peace. all i say is dont fear me and my childred. im not one to befriend but im not one to fear. i just have not lived nor died is that what you fear of me. is it because i dress in darkness and dont appear living. or is it because you dont under stand death. well let me explain, death is the end it can be bless or hell it depends on how you have spent your thime with the living. thats what my job is. i make the desition to send you to hell or heaven. so all i have to say now is wait tell death and live well and right because im watching. R.I.P (rest in peace) by: chris barnett
poem:long. lasting friends: i walk in a strait line down the street with a depresed expresion on my face and i look to my left and my friend joins me with a smile. and my heart lifted as soon as i saw the joy in my friend eyes and light shed with in me as we walked we laughed but knowone said a word. then as the rain came down we are silent and then two more friends apear and we laugh and run from the rain and as i looked at all the smiles. i thought of how we became friend but i could not remember. i was just happy they were here and i wanted them to know i will always be thier for them poem inspierd by: hope, andrew, montessa, laren, gayel, and alfrid. my wonderful friends by: chris barnett
poem: doubt: i sit in my room i look out the window as rain falls on the passing cars. i look at the darkness in my room and im sad i look at the scars on my arms. each one is a memery alone. i think of all depressing things and it looks like the darkness in my heart has over come the light. i grab a knife and think about cuting the darkness out of my body but a glare blinds me and i walk over to it and its a picture of my famile and i stop and think is life worth living is the world better without me will i ever find love. so many un awnserd questions and i walk to my window i say to my self ," im not going to end my pain not now." by: chris barnett
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poem: love: im in a coceno i walk to a man at a tabel he tells me to take a chance and roll the dice and find true love or take a roll and lose and endup with nothing but lust. so i grab the dice and role and as i watch the dice roll i see harts and broken hearts move and move untill they came to a stop i had two harts. i asked if that was good and he just smiled at me and said have a good one. as i was staring at him confused a hand touched my shoulder and i turned around to see a beautiful women ofering me a drink. i turn around to talk to the man at the tabel but when i turned around i was at a poker tabel and a differnt man was asking me to play or leave the tabel. so i took the drink the girl offerd me and walked away knowing that i had just found true love and i also found out love is nothing but a gambel, you need to role the dice and be lucky or dont take a chance and lose your turn at love. by: chris barenett
poem: who am i. i walk by my self and look at all the people smiling and i think. what are they truly i look at each smile and a sad and cring face is under neath. i look and study the emotions of the people. until a man passed me and he was alone. i studied him and thought why is he alone why does he looked deprest why doese he seem like the world is out to get him. then he turned around and looked at me and the exprestion on his face was unmoved as well as mine. as he walked down the street and faded i thought to my self why did he turn to look at me and then i realized that was me. it was like i had stared strait into a mear. then i thoght i have no reason to be like that i have so many good memorys and i realized that you dont know who you are until you see your self threw a nother person. and as i grew in thought i looked at my self in a pudel and i had an odd grin and said," who am i," and walked away until i faded into black. by chris barnett
my poetry is at the battom
poem: dark dreem: i look to the pithch black sky i feel the coldness creeping in i lay on the earth and feal the sting of the cold rocks and brocken glass. i close my eyes and let the darkness consoom me. i dremt of my life as a movie i was in a theater and every one i knew was thier wathching. when it came to now i saw me one the ground with bright white eyes and then it just restarted agian and agian. i never awoke that night i'm still watching the movie and i can truly say it was a very a dark dream by: chris barnett
poem: the creature i walk in a snow covered forest the dead trees surround me as i walk i can hear the sound of snow and twigs crunching.i come upon a building its all stone and it looks so cold but when i look at my hand and feet i discover that i am bleeding so i enter. cold breeze passes my by as if a cold breath of a creature. i walk to a bead an sit so i may attend to my hands and feat. i feel like i'm being watched. i cant feel any thing now except that could breeze. i turn quickly in worry and i see a mirror it was me. we took the same breath and i felt the breeze again. then it moved and it motioned me to come closer but when i did it grabbed me and we disappeared in to the darkness... by: chris barnett
poem: alone: i sit in my room thoughts racing threw my head. i cant sleep or eat. im depressed. i have no one to talk to. my father would make fun of me. my mother would turn it into a bigger deal. i look to turn to my friends but than i stop to think are they going to tell some one ealse. are they truly a frind.i dont think i can trust anyone. i have no one to talk to i have to bottle my emotions and face the world alone, dont i. i will adment im scared but what scares me the most is that im all alone and i dont know if i will ever find some one. but know im just letting you know im alone in the darkness and i need someone to pull me out. by: chris barnett
poem: alone: i sit in my room thoughts racing threw my head. i cant sleep or eat. im depressed. i have no one to talk to. my father would make fun of me. my mother would turn it into a bigger deal. i look to turn to my friends but than i stop to think are they going to tell some one ealse. are they truly a frind.i dont think i can trust anyone. i have no one to talk to i have to bottle my emotions and face the world alone, dont i. i will adment im scared but what scares me the most is that im all alone and i dont know if i will ever find some one. but know im just letting you know im alone in the darkness and i need someone to pull me out. by: chris barnett
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its a bit of a lie as well.
i could tell,somebody with a mind that could discribe
what you feel as well as you do, isn't much of a faliure at all.
i've always loved poetry, so much.
but i never had the talent to write it.
i get itchy, and have something just ponuding at my
brain, wich is a poem trying to get in, but i can never
seem to let it in.
unlike you, you've got your brain wide open.
and your poetry, lets people who look deep into things,
look deep into you, wich is a good thing.
you wont find people like that so easily, and one thing is for sure.
most people like that are artists, wether its sculpture,paint,scetch,or music.
and poetry-its all music.
it always will be true music as long as its good-wich is yours.
poetry doesn't have to be happy-most of the time when it is its a little shut in and borring.
when its a bit dark, its raw, different, you can explain stuff more, right?
and that doesn't mean your a bad person,it just means you want to let go of things.
well....unless you have a different reason.
heh, its pretty hard for me to beleive
that im only eleven years old-turning twelve next month...
heheh, that left handed graph on the right of your profile
was pretty true. =)
im left handed.
Itt's awesome.
;D
Very DaRkK.