Here I am going to post my poems. Please give feedback, good or bad. thanks
This one is kind of long, but their not all like this!
Dear heart,
I met a boy today,
Prepare to shatter,
Prepare for your stitches to be torn,
And to be shot with the roses thorns,
For I met a boy today,
And-God I don't have a chance.
This girl falls in love much too easily,
She always ends up face down in the dirt,
Crying, bleeding and hurt,
Dear heart,
I met a boy today,
Prepare to shatter,
Prepare for your stitches to be torn,
And to be shot with the roses thorns,
For I met a boy today,
And-God I don't have a chance.
She felt herself fall,
Landing in the pillows amoung her bed,
She clutched the covers tight,
Pulled over her head,
So many things had been left unsaid,
Should she have told him how she felt?
About how every time she hears his voice,
Her heart begins to melt.
Dear heart,
I met a boy today,
Prepare to shatter,
Prepare for your stitches to be torn,
And to be shot with the roses thorns,
For I met a boy today,
And-God I don't have a chance.
Tossing and turning,
Not catching a wink of sleep,
His name ran over and over through her head,
She lay lifelessly,
Non-stop thoughts,
Too many to handle,
Wondering what could have been,
Dear heart,
I met a boy today,
Prepare to shatter,
Prepare for your stitches to be torn,
And to be shot with the roses thorns,
For I met a boy today,
And-God I don't have a chance.
They were very deep. I like the first one the best - it's close though!
I love your poetry already
Awww thank you. Now I don't have to triple post yay! heres another....
This poem is old, but I like it. I wrote it when I was about 11.
No wind in the trees,
No rusteling leaves,
The only thing I feel is the blood seep through my sleeve,
I watch as one drop falls upon my windowsil,
Look at the night,
So quiet, so still,
No one hears my cries of loneliness,
As tears fill my eyes,
They roll down my pained face,
I wonder if another should have had my place.
Yes, I used to be a self injurer, but I am recovered now, proud to say. If anyone else is struggeling with it feel free to PM me.
I sit quietly and watch the sun set,
Thinking someone I've never met,
I wonder does he think of me too?
Needless to say I'm thinking of you,
Wanting to hold you,
To see your sweet face,
Take you to a better place,
You feel so right,
Too good for me,
My friends say I might regret.
Losing my heart to another,
A boy I never met,
I say there is nothing I can do,
I can't help but think of you,
I believe you were made special for me,
But wonder if that could possibly be,
I am tired of feeling alone and blue,
But I always smile when I think of you.
This is from last year. I don't feel this way anymore but I like this poem. A lot of my best ones are older.
Not meant to breath,
Not made to feel,
Sketched and erased,
Over thousands of times,
No one is perfect,
Couldn't I have at least been traced?
Insane in my mind,
Defects make my appearence,
Heaven help us,
Can't you hear us?
Just take me back,
Nothing can be worse then this life I spend taunt,
A failure at school,
As a daughter and a friend,
Why don't you just makes everyone's misery end?
Not meant to be born,
My canvas ripped and torn,
I was your creation,
I should have been trashed.
STANDING ON THE ROOFTOPS, EVERYBODY SCREAM YOUR HEART OUT.
This is all we got now, everybody scream your heart out.
He said it was a one night stand,
But the alcohal didn't let her understand.
So what made you think that he couldn't find the door in the morning,
When he found that bed so easily in the dark?
Well, I'm afraid that I... I lost myself, I lost myself.
"If you ever say you're not a good writer ever again (especially after this story right here) I'll bitchslap into the days where they didn't have paper to write on."