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Even Though

Though life may be a dream,
It is you that I envision in every scene.

Though my internal winter has yet to thaw,
Your summer presence is melting everything and all.

Though the sun may hide behind the trees,
Your warmth, still desired, is the reason for my pleas.

Though the wind may blow against my destiny,
It is only you, and you alone, that I can see.

Though my roots are withered and dry,
It is my ability to shade you, even still, that will not let me die.

Though my eyes begin to open and I come to,
Again I shall slumber, and I can be with you.​

 

Just doodled another one...

Stay Strong

I hide my depression
For your good impression
Why care what they think?
They'll all be gone in a blink.

No one stays long
Just keep strong
Their opinions do not matter
They will be the latter

We will laugh last
They will feel sorry fast
Revenge is sweet
But darkness it does meet

Do not fight
It's not right
Just keep strong
Soon they will be gone.

 

My thoughts smear
Like paint

I can't remember
Why I was here
Or what I was doing

My own name
Blurs
Like my eyes

As I cry
For things
No longer there

 

My Anaconda don't...
My Anaconda don't...
My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt (look at her butt)

 

Poetry isn't really my forte, but here's one that I had to write for school.

Dreams

Heart-stopping and loving

Believing can inspire

To hope

To wish

Breath-taking views

Free from hurting

Aching hearts

To love and be loved

To sit
and wonder​

 

Can we start over?
Can we be strangers again?
Let me introduce myself
We can laugh and talk
And relearn what we already know
And cone up with new inside jokes
And create new memories
And give each other
A second chance

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When I cant sleep at night,
I stare at the empty side of my bed,
and wonder about the things I would tell you,
If you were laying next to me

 

They carried you down the stairs.
I saw the tears behind my brother's stares
I bottled mine and became a pillar.

 

Great job guys and gals!!! You are all very talented individuals I still love to read these poems

---------- Post added 25th Oct 2014 at 10:30 AM ----------

Wow!

---------- Post added 25th Oct 2014 at 10:31 AM ----------

This is beautifully written and I urge you keep writing
Best of luck

 

I've never written a poem before...well I tried but I don't think it came out well. Tell me how this one sounds, be honest. XD

Girls <3


Well, I met this girl
She's cute as a squirrel
When I talk to her I get butterflies
All these laughs, all these cries
It's a good feeling

I don't know how to tell her
How much I really care
I haven't came out to anyone
But my brother and he doesn't seem to bear.

My feelings for girls will last forever
How they talk, there gentle touch
IT just makes me wanna blush.

ok, I think im done for now
Hey, do I derserve a bow?
Bend down and clap your hands
Because this is where the story ends.

-Esther

---------- Post added 25th Oct 2014 at 10:04 AM ----------

xdddd love it xddddd
yeassss....xdd

 

Aww, thanks!

 

Made Of Me
Lit up like a Christmas tree,
That's what the results said, at least.
Never thought it would get me,
This is the tale of beauty and the Beast.

Cancer, they said, terminal,
Could be days, weeks, even years now,
But in the end, it will end.
I won't know when, but I will know how.

When trouble came calling,
I was the one who knocked,
When the sky was falling,
I sat and watched it fall.

I never thought it'd get me,
But hey, whoever does, really?
I'd hoped it was a bad dream,
But it was real life, really.

The days grew far too short,
The waiting was driving me mad,
Then it was time to go,
And my world went completely black.

They all watched me fight it,
I wish they didn't have to see,
That the Beast within my beauty,
Was always made of me.


The One Who.
You don't really remember when it began,
You just wish it would end,
You never thought the silence and the pain,
Would be to you a friend.

Around you, a world of optimists remain,
Blissfully unaware.
Every time you stand, you are knocked down again.
You don't even care.

You're fighting a war, but the enemy is you.
You cry and you bleed, what more can you do?
They don't know the pain their words bring,
You're broken inside, you don't say a thing.

Around you, a world of enemies remain,
Happy to hurt you,
Every time you stand, they knock you down again.
They don't even care.

It's all in your head, you know that, of course,
But you think if you died, they'd feel no remorse.
Some rope, a knife, a match or some pills,
Two words spring to mind; Bullying Kills.

You have to stand up, don't let them win,
The pain will end, let your life begin.
Put down the knife, the rope and the pills,
Focus on good things, your smile and your skills.

In twenty years time, when you look back,
From an office in the city,
Your life back on track,
You'll be glad you didn't give in,
Not then, not ever,
You found perfection within.

Their words will hurt less,
If you don't hurt yourself.
Find ways to deal with stress,
Put the razors back on the shelf.

Don't waste this chance,
It's all that you have,
Love, live, laugh, dance,
Get your life back on track.

Looking through school photos, you know what they'll find,
The boy who used to laugh, the girl that cried,
One who didn't give up, one that never tried,
The one that told the truth, the one that always lied,
The one who took orders, the girl who defied,
Don't be remembered as: the one who-

 

Can't you see?
I'm your enemy!
Don't speak anymore!
Let me leave!
Slam the door,
And forget about me!

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Well, that, and the fact I like reading poetry and would like to see more.

 

Um......UMMMM......... WHERE'S THE ENDING!??!

The one who died?
The one who was fried?
The one whose end is nigh?

The suspense is killing me!! You can't leave me hanging like this!!!!

 

But that what makes it powerful.

 

I never knew you could cry in your sleep to last night.

I didn't yesterday would really even matter.

My night mate was full of simple things. Like not being able to hold your hand or never being able to look at your face lovingly. All these things make me scream like a child not allowed to play.

I can't believe what happened yesterday.

My eyes are glassed over with a thousands thoughts to cut my veins. It feels so surreal and I just want to heal. I was numb to the pain till you came to burn my nerves at the tips. You said I'm just having a fit.
But I still can't believe what happened yesterday.
Am I to blame? If I am I'll just set these feelings a flame. I can barely walk or remember my name. The hallways feel very blank. My heart is starting to tank. Not even sure what I'm writing on this page.

I just don't want to believe what happen'd yesterday.

I feel like I'm supposed to say something. But any time I do my heart continues to crack. Tears shape in my eyes as I look at the lies. I never was a praying man but I pray to you, the reader. Save this man from a fate that he'll make, that I'll make. I'll pin everything I hate about myself on to my wall and it shall be my apology note.

I hate what happen'd yesterday.

I kepp living in self pity and the past. Trying to find something to blame, someone to blame. I search for answers I already know to help put myself down. I must etch into my skin these painful truths so I can always remember. Now I understand what I have done.

I wish I could redo everything yesterday.

I fill your mailbox with one word letters saying sorry. I guess its time for me to try and learn how to live again.

God... What did I do yesterday?

 

Cool poems- I couldn't let this thread die! Here's one I wrote just now, so this post would be relevant

Stitched a part of me to you
Hoping you’d come closer
But instead you’re moving away

This thread grows more strained and taut
As you talk to me less and less
As you’re silently walking away

You’re there, unwitting puppet master
Dangling and pulling me around
Holding greater sway the more you’re away

I’m here, slowly unravelling
Strings being pulled out from my core
Dejected, I’m fading away

Come closer, stitch me back together
Turn back around, or if you won’t
Give me something to cut myself loose
Pick myself up, and turn away

 

I would share.... but they're all in portuguese, my native language, so they wouldn't sound so good in English....