Author Topic: Write some poems, Bro.  (Read 2790 times)

seems more like s poem than a song. inb4asongisapoem

Yeah so, Poems, go.

Ready fir a bunch of emo stuff?

Ready fir a bunch of emo stuff?
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JOHN MADDEN?

Truth Tears Me

I tell you my feelings
You don't care
You just tell me
To get out of your life
I wish I could tell you
Absolutely everything
But I just guess
It will never be enough
Because she is perfect
And I'm not
She is beautiful
And I am second rate
The truth tears me
Into a million pieces
And none of them
Belong to you

Bright Darkness

I close my eyes
The pain wot disappear
Tears begin to flow
Am I the only one here?
The medicine doesn't work
The pain isn't mental
No one understands
It is all in my heart
My life is a bright darkness
Sadness abounds
I can't stay sane
With all this madness around
My shaking hand
Touches my cheek
Will I live
Another week?

My english teacher made me write book of poems.
I got the best grade in the class.

Fully prepared for emo stuff.

Raindown

I close my eyes 
The rain is like liquid bullets
Maybe I am crazy
But I am happy
My eyes close to the world
The bullets hit my head
A modern battlefield
Maybe the bullets
The rain
Aren't that bad
I find peace in pain
My peace in rain
My eyes flutter shut
I imagine a battlefield
Friends against friends
Family turned against 
Each other
A civil war
The bullets fly
Myself, I die
Killer revealed
Killer I am
Raindown
The silence
Raindown
The pain
Bringdown
My life
Pull back
The trigger


Die. 



So happy I 
Am alive I feel
Victorious for a while- doesn't
Everybody?

Maybe not me
Except that I care

For I am still scared of 
Roaming forever alone
On the seas of sadness and
Melancholy. 

Too much to handle
Hear me
I won't lie to you
So let it end. 

Let it stop
I don't care anymore. 
Everyone hates me. 

I tie a ribbon in my hair
A sliver of courage
Have I changed enough
Probably not...
But you can makes
I am magical
I'll take the love for it
And send it all to you
Because my day never really starts
Without saying hello
And I always wonder
What you know
So when the ribbon falls
My courage is gone
You are still there
To help me along
Because only one word
Can describe what I say
What I am feeling
In every way~
so when I close my eyes
Watch over me
Protect me when I can't see
But then again
In the end
No matter what
I still love you~

This has to be my best one so far
Cold Loss

White snow falls around
No one here is close around
I cut my wrist with a knife
Because I want to end my life

White snow falls around
A hole they buried
In the ground!
Lower the box
The mother cries
All because
I ended my life!

White snow falls around
A tall steeple
Strong and sound
Hear the voices
They kneel to pray
Kneel to pray the pain away!

Red snow on the ground
A hidden body it does surround
They look away
The feel the pain
My sad life ended that day!

White snow melts away
People cry in the fray
My body lies
The knife still there
My bleeding wrists 
Pale and bare!

By: Stella M.

Im not upset
Sadness engulfs me
Done with the world
Everyone sees me
They have no idea

Im not upset
I live in dreams
All I need
Is to learn
to repeat them aloud

Im not upset
Dream aloud
Have the power
To part the clouds
Sun shine through

Im not upset
Why would I be?
The sun is shining
And its a beutiful day

-Skyfrost: Sunny dreams

John madden, John madden
Football! Football!
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John madden, John madden
Football! Football!
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Football! Football!
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Plastic Smile

What does it take?
Just to fit in..
You have to be pretty 
You have to be thin
What does it take
Just to reach the top?
Lots of money
At a fancy shop
I do all that
They don't know!
Wear a plastic smile
It will take you a mile
A fancy car 
Take you far!
Maybe then you will see
The torture that's
Inside of me!
Changing isn't easy
Changing was never fun
Chasing the impossible...
To be number one

But in the end it's still not enough
You're at the bottom. 
Gotta stay tough
In the end
No one sees
The torture this causes 
Inside of me. 

In the end...

I can't write poems or songs.
But I think I'm a pretty good fiction writer, myself.
Or even non-fiction, as long as I'm interested in what I'm writing.
Not that it'd get me anywhere these days.
Kids don't read any more.
Hopefully we'll get over this stupid stuff some day.

I am actumalactually writing a book