Srry I had to do math hw for like EVER!! Are there any challenges tonight? And is the Pal group made yet?
I couldn't judge theese! They are all so good! (and thanks distance, that snarky ending was planned from the beginning!)
Damn I hate going last!!! It means I've already read all your amazing poems!! Oh well..here's my what lies beneath.XD
What lies beneath her careful mask I'll never have a hope to know Does she have another face besides the one she always shows Does she keep some close at hand in case the need to hide arise Is there more beneath her skin, does something lurk behind her eyes I times I feel a sort of strange, of something deep within Like a struggle or a battle that she feels that she must win It's almost though she's scared to show what truly lies inside So she locks away her secrets deep, inside herself she hides At times she feels so slightly wrong as if she shouldn't be Shes like a deafman found his ears or a blindman that can see I fear that someday what lies beneath with finally make it's presence known And then we all will truly know what faces she has never shown ( from the view of the girl) Oh these stupid fools, how they'll never guess the truth What truly lies beneath these eyes and tongue upon my tooth Someday I'll finally let it out and send it on its way But for now I'll keep my mask in place and wait for darkest day
Here's mine: Heart of stone A heart of stone can not be broken, I wish that I had never spoken, For you heart of stone deflected my calls, And my heart crumpled like a paper ball. Your heart if stone feel nothing at all, When our eyes meet in the hall, I will think of that awful night, But all you do is look for another sight. Your stone heart has broken many before me, I was a fool, but I didn't see, The mangled hearts of girls that loved, The monster you are, pretending to be a dove. Your stone heart has taught me one thing, Not to feel for someone who can't sing, A song for me, no matter what the cost, Embarassment will be their loss. But then I know they can commit, To a relationship that I won't regret, My paper heart can easily tear, But it won't happen if your not there.
Here's my broken heart poem. Suffering from my child Reflections in the teardrop Merge in the collecting pool. Reflections in the eyes. Are shallow beside such depth. I'll THROTTLE the child inside of me! What good has he done me? What help could he have? Sad now. Angry now. Dying since birth And none of this matters. So OFF with his head! Make him suffer like i have! What good is my heart, Except to pump blood through open wounds and speed up the inevitable? I want to SCREAM! I want to hide, And slip away from the people From the memory From the light Sliding sinking creeping Deepen the darkness And embrace the empty shell That i was meant to be.
Thanks distance! it didnt go quite as plamned, but it worked out anyways! I guess that's the beauty of poetry!