Good poems Keep it up here's one I'll make up Soaring threw lifes lies until my breath or evil dies and change skys. As I look in your eyes I blow raw chronic smoke in your face like suprise cause this right here cud be the the last time u ever ever hear from me. Walk away stranger nothing needs to be said. cause the love never seems to last cause ull be dead. Have a last kiss and enter death the eternal blissssssss.
Manbearpig, if you're trying to be funny, or make fun of this thread, I'm going to ask you to stay out of here. Thank you
Untitled... I sit here crying, looking grim, Feeling hurt, soul stained with sin, Tears falling down, with hopeless sight, As I will things to be alright. As I wonder, ponder life, Taken away with a blood-red knief, I know that I have gone astray, Hopeless, lost, and cast away. Memories flash, go through my mind. Relief is not here. Death won't be so kind. Pain will proceed, a heart torn and ripped. And in my hands, my life has slipped.
Yeah. I was once depressed. Not severly, just enough for some depressing poetry. I think the poetry is what helped me out of it. Actually...I wrote that when I was happy...wierd...
Here's one of my more recent poems about how I've been feeling. I may not be dead, But as I sit on my bed, I close my eyes, And remember as far back as possible. These were times when I was little. These are short and distorted. As I go on the memories lenghten. I'm still a smallchild, Though my happiness fades. I have little left, All hope was lost. My angel comes and lifts me high, Though he tuned out to be a nightmare, That day, I owed him my life. He was the one who trusted me, When no one else did. By this time tears are falling, They were once ignored, Now felt as my clouded mind clears. I was always tinted by my past, My thoughts, My feelings, Thought to be gone. Now as I approach the here and now, I find it to be empty, I think I have lost my way. Truthfully, I've only ignored the best things in life, My feelings now, Long ago, And into the future. I thought I was lost without you, But I'm really lost obsessing, About the friendship we used to have. I open my eyes, I vow to end it. I battle myself, My hurt, Used, Abandoned self, Has lost who I really was. I was outgoing, So loving and free, Now I'm in a dark prison, Made by my own false feelings, About myself and life. Now only one question bares through the fog. What do I do now?
Yeah that's weird irin. And I didn't mean to post that in the middle of a convo...I just wanted to get it in before the app crashed again!