Writing More Poetry! Run while you still can!

[Biida]

[color=crimson]Yes, its true. I'm finally posting some more poetry... I've got piles and piles of the stuff stacked up and placed somewhere (just not sure where o.o; ) but I'm just posting a couple of the more recent ones....

I wrote [u]Shoved[/u] because.... uh... well actually, I don't know why I wrote it. I just had some random inspiration and started to type.

[u]The Concert[/u] I wrote on Sunday night, as soon as I got home from the Nickelback concert... ^^ Mehe

And [u]Her Story[/u] is just another one of my random, depressing bits of work...

Enjoy, and critques are welcomed. ^^

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~Shoved~

You push me through,
Though I hold back.
You shove too hard.
I start to crack.

Life was great when I didn't exist.
Daily, Life poured from a knife and a wrist.
I wanted no more, I wanted to die.
Now all I can do is tremble and cry.

I feel like I'm traped in some kind of cult...
My "escape" from Death the Painful Result.
I'm far too scared of it,
I refuse to look,
Because my Life needs an end...
It's no more than a book.

You want me to change.
You want me to Be.
How little you know.
How little you see.

My book needs an end,
And so do I.
Get over it.
I just wanna fly.

But my views are still open.
I guess I'm still here..
My life's a bit better...
Yet, Life I still fear.

God... I give up.
It's done. You win.
I'll get you eventually.
Now, let training begin...
Try to teach me to live.
To be happy and glad.
But I warn you I still will
Miss the depression I had.

So...
I suppose that's that.
Things went... Well.
So no one won.
And I'll see you in Hell.
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~The Concert~

The people come.
The cheers, they start.
The spirit's here.
The faith and heart.

Now tension appears -
The excitement rises.
The flying emotions,
They're no surprises.

The sun starts to set...
Yet it's still damned hot.

"MUSIC! MUSIC!"
It's all we've got.

3 minutes pass...
Now hurry up!

Now it's good to go...
And we've waited all day!
The bright lights flash.
And the music, the bass,
It starts to play!

The Music, the cheers, the relief.
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~Her Story~

Joyful, happy and smiling,
She looks at you with a grin on her face..
Sunshine carresing her cheeks..
Happy and bubbly.
She seems like the most content person on earth.

But you can't see the real girl,
The real woman,
The real person inside.

She wishes you could know,
And she wishes you would care.

Look into her eyes and read her Story.
It's a story of pain and hate,
Regret and sorrow,
Reality and love..
Love lost. Hope lost.
It's her story.

Why won't you listen to her?
Instead, you judge by the cover...
You don't read the whole book.

Why?

All she wants, all she needs, is someone to listen...
Won't anyone listen?
Or am I to be lost in the darkness of My Story, My Life,
Forever?
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[Mist]

[color=red][size=1] Wow...those are [i]really[/i] good...*claps* Great job![/color][/size]

[Corey]

You've got some talent GA.
I should start posting some of my poems...
They are dark and demented like yours.
:)

[Mitch]

I liked 'Shoved' the best. All of them are good though. Keep writing.