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Daddy's girl spinning and laughing in Denim overalls, loose at the hem as always. Running freely, inspecting blades Of grass, peeling sections created by Ridges. Discovering ladybugs crawling, Oblivious to a giant's shadow. Shoelaces untied, tripping over own words, Trying to spill it out in a massive jumble. Scooped up by Daddy's big, strong hands, On top of the world on broad shoulders, Never thinking of the danger of falling. Surroundings mixed in a picturesque Kaleidoscope, swirling azure pool With emerald grass and ladybugs. Erupting with laughter seated deep Within the belly, infinite rapture. Daddy's girl-perfect. Now the world is spinning, but I am not Laughing with it. Life's seams loose at the Hems, splitting, fraying as always. Running in circles, inspecting own self Worth and metallic edges. Not quite Oblivious anymore to the giant's shadow, Transformed into meaningless ladybug. No more rough, gentle hands to scoop Me up and hold me close, to put on Broad shoulders and let me reach the sky. Daddy's girl fading away with the ladybug, Into the soft blades of grass, ready to be Peeled apart and forgotten. Discovering each oak and the mystery it hold On top of Daddy's shoulders only six years old Seeing the wide world from the eyes of a giant Able to feel the sky's edges, hold a star to define it Silent as a whisper as Daddy sings to me: "As long as I'm living my baby you'll be." Times have changed so fast for me Years and pages turn so suddenly How I were I were still Daddy's little girl On top of his shoulders, on top of the world. No longer a little girl, crunching leaves in autumn Carrying hardship and fear, tears yeah I got em Longing to be six again, worries like foggy mornings Pain trickles through delicate skin without warning. Moonrise ever present, hovering over my red eyes Darkness suffocating me, smothering my soft sighs. Times have changed so fast for me Years and pages turn so suddenly How I were I were still Daddy's little girl On top of his shoulders, on top of the world. Grown up too soon, life's cruel lessons learned young Alone in reality with my tears and my bitten tongue Wrapped up with an artificial light to keep me warm My security blanket now's tattered and torn. Daddy's little girl faded away without so much as goodbye How I wish you'd hold me now, Daddy, wipe the tears

I dunno i was bored what do u think?! plz leave ur Coments or Critism [B]Slits[/B] Carving into my flesh, my skin's not that tough Look at me bleed, such an adrenaline rush For me can't you see, I love my skin when it's flushed Don't say it's corrupt, you don't know, so shut the F*** up These slits on my wrists excellent skin splits and then it's Bleedin, oh it's intriguing, see it drip I can hold pain in my fist My fears running through my veins, dripping out through Tears and temporary pain, it's so engaging, me facing What's haunted me through the years, far gone from blood and tears When Dawn comes I'll still be here to weep and bleed my fears. I live on through the years Weeping blood and tears This pain exiled through slits My only temporary outlet. They say if you cut you've lost your fragile mind What they don't know besides it's f***ed is that we're just fine There's just a lotta **** buried inside of us all our lives Burning and hurting until there's no more room inside For it to run and hide, until we have no more tears to cry At night, when it pains us so much we just wanna lie there and die That's why we pierce and slash, trying to get rid of the ashes Still blazing from this attack, when we can no longer fight back And one day maybe you'll understand just who it is that I am inside Even Superman will cry tonight, these slits are all that keep me alive. I live on through the years Weeping blood and tears This pain exiled through slits My only temporary outlet. [B]bruises[/B] My face is flaming from your acid words This fire burning down my throat I can no longer cope, there's more pain than hope Lying awake, this welt left on my cheek All because I let a solitary tear leak. Purple welt from your abuse I feel so lost and confused I have nothing but a bruise. Today cradles Tomorrow in her hands But what happens when she lets it drop? Jagged edges lost, dreams no longer talk My face kissed by lavender and rose What lies under a bruise no one knows. Purple welt from your abuse I feel so lost and confused I have nothing but a bruise. This swelling will never go down Blood circulates through my viens Under frail Pain, running with Shame My pillow soaked with tears of mine Absorbing the bruises I carry inside. Purple welt from your abuse I feel so lost and confused I have nothing but a bruise.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Yu Yu Hakusho! [/i] [B]You sound really depressed....are you alright? 0_o Actually, you do sound more angry than depressed. Maybe not. But at least you can express your emotions through you words! That's a true gift! ^_^; [/B][/QUOTE] Its Really just anger, when i get mad, i express it heh, thanks

No, its just a poem, sorry i havent replyed sooner,my computer crashed and stuff, and then i had to put all the stuff on it again... No it was just made as a poem,

Slipping Slipping I hold on to the thoughts and hold on to the rage Its doesnt matter what you say I hate the world either way Whispers in the wind Bloodstains on the wall Pushing myself to the edge Its JUST another fall {I} colored all my days purple And drained the depth out of life Confined to my soul Hours upin hours filled with endless strife What you say [matters] What they think harms Oh there goes that girl With scars upon her arms

Thanks. Yeah. i enjoy writting poetry, and thats jus random sh*yt i do when im in school bored.....Nothing else to do lol ------------------------------ "Here, take it," you said, Handing the clear, bubbling champagne Glass to me. Gazing into your eyes-- Those eyes! So clear, so pure, Sparkling Like the champagne inside The delicate crystal. I gently reach out for it, My hands meet yours, And I take it. I notice there is already Lipstick on the once Untarnished glass Before I even take a sip. Ignoring the crimson print, I part my lips and slowly place Them on the golden brim. I take a sip And swallow-- Never has champagne tasted So sweet, so alive, so refreshing! I cough; The aftertaste leaves a distinct bitterness On my tongue. I look into your eyes once more, And you merely look back at me, And laugh. Why? I wonder to myself, Why did I drink from it? Room spins, and the last Vision of mine is of you, with Your head thrown back, Laughing. How foolish of me-- There was lipstick on my champagne glass, And poison in the bubbles. I have destroyed myself-- Why did you let me? [b][color=006699]Please do not double post unless your story/poem exceeds the character limit, which in this case it does not. --Elite.[/b][/color]

I like the song "bother" by stone sour. Its the olny song i have heard from them, but i really Enjoyed it, XD

[U]the picture on my wall[/U] It is modestly attached by a nail, and Cleverly hidden so as not to Disturb the calming ambiance. An image so profound, so Mind-bending I have yet To crack the complex Code in which holds the answer. I find myself gazing at it in the mornings, When my eyes are adjusting to the new day, My hands clumsily overflowing Milk on my bowl of cereal, Dry flakes scattering carelessly On the wooden table. I stare straight into its very soul, As deep as it's painted ocean, created simply by dipping the Dark bristled brush into the Desired color and carefully placing It on the canvas. I see beyond the painting as well, The scene stretching beyond the Old-fashioned wooden frame, The barrier that forbids me to Witness any more of this fantasy. A thousand words unspoken, Countered by a thousand Fantasies. [U]Pain Killer:[/U] For adults 12 and up: Two capsules every four to six hours. Fallen on knees weak from coughing, choking on pills- bottle labels false promises: guaranteeing fast pain relief. Use as directed. Head pounding, blood pumping through ears, temples, eyes sensitive to light, heart sensitive to emotion. Shake the bottle unsteadily as red and white capsules spill out from the almost empty container. Lips part slowly, pills held under tongue for a moment, tasting the shape, the slightly dissolved medication leaking out on taste buds. Hands shake, stomach churning, dropping to familiar cold tile. WARNING: Do not exceed dosage. [u]Inked Dreams[/u] Broken raindrops flood my window Scattering on the payne Looking out I can see it go And I can't drown the pain But I can let the ink flow Curving letters, carving away Inked dreams of sorrow and woe Casting darkness, shadowing day. Watching helplessly as it passes her by So helpless, she just wants to cast it aside But when she felt it, she just broke down and cried And prayed, all alone in her room at night Sorrow the only thing inside her empty eyes She sighs, wondering how to cope And cries, the thunder bringing no hope The lightning, a beautiful flash across the sky Somewhat frightning, but just like her life A little thunder roars, easy to ignore But deep down, inside her very core It creeps around, she knows what's in store But soon it comes out and shocks her Thunder so loud, it blocks her Reflexes, gains vexes, and soon she locks her Mind up, emotions hidden A question unspoken, a smile forbidden Locked up in her own little world Where she can just be the little girl She used to be, carefree and happy Where it was so easy She just wants to be free. Broken raindrops flood my window Scattering on the payne Looking out I can see it go And I can't drown the pain But I can let the ink flow Curving letters, carving away Inked dreams of sorrow and woe Casting darkness, shadowing day. An idea forming in her head The schema: ink dreams instead Letting the thoughts flow out Getting the once forgotton out She feels refreshed This reflection of self Her only meditation, the only heaven in hell The only calm in a swell Waves crashing upon her, the ebb foaming as well But her dreams, her writing Seem to be the only lighting Her words spilling out From her soul, no doubts Feeling warm in the cold Breeze, she's now able to seize Her emotions, freeze them and The oceans, capture and hold it Her rapture, her moments Of elated bliss, no longer gated this Is her way of dealing, keep writing, no feeling Forget what was said, write down what was meant Ink dreams, don't feel a thing, no longer bent. Broken raindrops flood my window Scattering on the payne Looking out I can see it go And I can't drown the pain But I can let the ink flow Curving letters, carving away Inked dreams of sorrow and woe Casting darkness, shadowing day. Every letter that forms begins a new word Getting better with every scream that is heard All the emotions flew away like a bird Long ago, but she doesn't even notice She doesn't care anymore, she's hopeless Gripping the pen, urgently writing more All her thoughts sprawling She's caught, hauling The weight of the paper It's too late for her Her drained sentiments So pained, life long ended since She doesn't even regard Her tattered clothes, mascara smearing Bag of bones, no longer fearing What compelled her to write What expelled her cries Her purpose carelessly wasted On the surface always evasive One night, looking at creations of her pen She felt weak, and started crying again With her last breath, last words, she wrote, "the end". Broken raindrops flood my window Scattering on the payne Looking out I can see it go And I can't drown the pain But I can let the ink flow Curving letters, carving away Inked dreams of sorrow and woe Casting darkness, shadowing day. =).. Tell me what u think about them, i kno that they arent all that good, but i would like to know what u think about them. Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Weakling will you show me a revolution? And he says to me 'You can see it in the eyes of our aborted children Hello, Mr. Evil Will you show me the light? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of the overdosed student Hello, Mr. Hatred Will you show me love? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of recent widow Hello, Mr. Rapist Will you show me respect? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of dying old man Hello, Mr. War Will you show me peace? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of those who've died for me Hello, Mr. Suicide Will you show me life? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of those who ignore me. Hello, Mr. Apathy Will you show me care? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of the politicians who strive for themselves Hello, Mr. Starvation Will you show me contentment? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of the madman Hello, Mr. Anger Will you show me compassion? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of lonely poets Hello, Mr. Anti Will you show me teamwork? And he says to me You can see it in the eyes of the weak and weary Hello, Mr. God Will you show me the answers? And he says to me Have you not seen them already?.. ------------------------------------

I see her in the corner, as small as she can be, But when i want to hug her , she turns away from me, her eyes are so cold and glassy, and show no pain, or fear, untill her eyes close, and shed a single tear, I take her by the hand, and look into her eyes, i hold her close to me, and listen to her crys, she whispers in my ear, then slowly walks away, how can i tell you? She tried suicide today...... Plz leave me ur comments

well im bored and decided to post a poem i wrote for my Class today, There are no pretty pictures. When it comes to war. Thin faces, captured souls. Engraved in time forever more. No fluffy white clouds, To caress the skys. Deep, depressing gray matter,hovering above. That took so many lives. There is no room for color, In this dark abyss. No room for compassion, And love is left in the foggy mist. Barbed wire coiled around, The evil metal gates. And the smoke that curled up, Which contained spirits, killed by hate. There are no dreams, in these rigid camps. They were crushed long ago. Replaced with tears. That constantly flow. Even today, the lesson isn?t learned. For they didn?t succeed. In wiping out a race. Because in the black and white photos. Is a timeless face. There are no pretty pictures. When it comes to war. Thin faces, captured souls. Engraved in time forever more

yah i do, Well most of them are from experience & thankz

Lol,yeah i gues i like love poems, but not all my poems are love poems..Lol just alot of them... And yeah i guess u could say it happend to me.

some r&b singers are Maxwell kci and jo jo blaque alicia keys jagged edge.. ginuwine I dunno...*thinks* stuff like that

tell me what u think, i know its not the greatest,But yeah.. I cried, Kissed my fingers. I breathed, blew the kiss. I hoped, hoped it would reach you. I called, no one answered. I was just thinking of you. I missed you. I needed you. I count the days Years. I count to five. ((Five bloody years)) I wanted to see you. I cry, but you're not here to [......]wipe the tears off my eyes. I crumble, swamped by Memories