Poems

My wrists are bleeding and I cant see.
My life is nothing but a fantasy.
No one knows who I really am..
Because I'm not even sure if I can..
I lie here now on my floor.. Saying goodbye as you come through my door.
Waiting and yelling is all I can hear..
As I say my last prayers and you dissapear.
I'm dead now and you can see.
I'm hapire than I'll ever be.
I love you all but you must know..
I'm nothing special so let me go.

From my heart to urs!!

one of da best damn poems I've read girl...its just simply well written and perfectly delivered

hya its me..
I cut my wrists and I dont know what to do. I want to die..
but it seems like its up to you!!
if anyone can help.
come seek and find.
the girl in pain the girl in mymind...
thanx again it me up and tell me what you think..
xoxoxox emo_gurl!!!

I live inside my own fear
I love the tide it brings a tear
it carries me away
never to be seen again

How was that a question?

nice... it was very deep

omg...I LOVE that poem

wow. all I can say is I love it and I can relate to it, totally awesome. keep it up. =]

Ha Ha thanx yal... really apriciate it.. might as well start somewhere!! lol

keep it up its sad but good ausome sis love ya

OMG. that was so goood!
Bravo times a million! that was graded 10 out of 10
♥♥♥♥♥
you guys are all good at writing
I need some of your skillz

I THINK IT IS GOOD...SAD...IF THATZ HOW you FEEL. I UNDERSTAND IF you want to TALK...IMA HERE

hey good job...and if you feel sad then maybe you need to be more open...it helps and if you are in a situation and need help tell the truth like if you were about to fall 15 feet out of a tree...that is a good time to apologize and get help...

just some magic I work
I am hardcore. I will windmill kick you in the face. Everybody back up, make a circle, let’s destroy this place. The lights are low and I’m about to go off. Here comes the break down, ka-ra-te chop! Raise up your arms, make an X if you’re down. Me and my crew, we own this stinkin’ town. Watch out for my fist, your face it will kiss on purpose. I’m tough and I’m ticked.

I don’t slow dance, I don’t salsa dance, forget the tango. I don’t slam dance you idiot, I dance hardcore. On the floor, I’m the man you’ve never seen before. When the drummer yells, “go!” it’s my time to blow.

And in between songs. I yell at the band, cause I don’t care what they have to say. I’m not here to learn anything anyway. I’m here to dance. In the zone, in a trance.

I don’t smoke cigarettes, but if she’s willing I’ll drop my pants. Promiscuous I am, but I’m vegan, I don’t eat ham or any of that stuff cause it’s bad for you, right? Save the animals, forget the sweatshop scandals!

I do not shop at hot topic. I am not Mall Core, I am hardcore. Madball, Hatebreed, Throwdown, Terror. I own all their records on colored vinyl, limited edition and hand numbered. But you won’t see me asking for no autograph. I ain’t lookin’ like no fool. I ain’t no pop culture tool.

If they ain’t screamin’, I ain’t listenin’. If they ain’t got a blast beat, I ain’t tappin’ my feet. I eat emo pansies for breakfast, and give their little t-shirts to my little sister. So cry about it you messenger bag, purse carrying whatever.

I wear girl pants, but I’m homophobic. Yet the way I’m always huggin’ on my homeboys you sure wouldn’t know it. I’ve had my ears stretched an inch since back in ’96. Somebody told me hardcore was a place to share what you believe, but I didn’t like what dude said, so I flipped him off and told him to leave.

I’m mad at society because my parents won’t buy me a new computer, even though I asked politely. My playstation 2 is broken, but my Xbox works. When that breaks though, something will hit the fan and I’ll express myself with rage and anger, just like a man. Cause that’s how it’s done, right? You get mad and start a fight, right? I think I may, I think I might, take my insecurities out on that punk in the pit tonight.

Cause really, I am just insecure. More than that, I’m kinda scared and hurting inside. And I don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t know what being a man means. I thought acting tough was the way to go.

But now that I think about it… I’m emo.

I live inside my own fear
I love the tide it brings a tear
that’s how it’s done, right?
You get mad and start a fight, right?
I think I may, I think I might,
take my insecurities out on that punk in the pit tonight.

like em?

this is a poem in progress
Rain

rain,like icy needles on my skin
my skin, its paper this

it hurts so when I say so
but why say no?

another poem
Kill to Live

to them I am simply an object from the past
that they wish to disappear
then why do I exist?
why am I alive?
when I thought about this
I could find no answer
but as you live you need a reason
otherwise it is the same as being dead
I then came to this conclusion
I exist to kill every human besides myself
fighting only for yourself
living while only loving yourself
if you think that everybody else
simply exists to allow you to experience that feeling
nothing is better than that world
as long as there are people in this world
for me to kill and continue to feel the joy of living
my existence will not vanish

WOW
I am breathless

wow!! I am speechless!!

those were amazing!!!

I wright poetry just like that and I submited it to poetry.com and its going to b publisheb like this one I just wrote it. its called death its ok not my best work but its like urs I told you.

The memories are good
The feeling is bad
the loss is worse
I don't understand the pain
Others people feel this feeling
And know I know the same!

My heart is in pain
you'll never understand
The things I go throwgh
Will make me go mad
I ask you today
To listen to me
But my feelings have been smashed
And thats my DESTINY!!!