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poem 1:
º·.·i CaNt HeLp BuT WoNdEr
º·.·iF iT iS FoR *you* LiKe iT iS fOr Me
º·.·*you* SeE, No MaTTeR WhO iM WiTh
º·.·i ThiNk Of *you*, AnD ThAtS WhErE i WaNt 2 Be
º·.·No MaTTeR hOw i TrY
º·.·No OnE CaN tAkE *YoUr* pLaCe
º·.·No MaTTeR WhO iM LQQkiNg At
º·.·i aLwAyS SeE *YoUr* fAcE
º·.·*you* SeE, NoT a DaY GoEs By
º·.·ThAt i DoNt ThiNk oF *you*
º·.·AnD i CaNt HeLp BuT WoNdEr
º·.·iF iTs LiKe ThAt FoR you ToO?
poem 2 :
*you kno that it's over but you still can't let go*The way that you loved him, he'll never kno*you try 2 get over the feelings that you had*n try not 2 think of how he hurt you so bad*But no matter what you do, or how hard you try*Those emotions take you over n make you break down n cry*"How could he do this?" you ask yourself each nite*you thought he was the one person who could make everything alright*Even after nights of tear after tear*None of ur problems seemed 2 disappear*you always thought his luv would 4ever last*But now it has become a thing of the past*Thoughts of killing run through ur head*Instead of goin through this, you'd rather be dead*After all the "I luv you's" n call after call*you realize you never meant anything 2 him at all*you try 2 solve ur problems by using a knife*you think you don't have a good enough life*Even if he sees the scars on you hand*one thing's for sure...He'll NEVER understand*
poem 3 :
A Broken Mirror
A Bleeding Fist
A Silver Blade Against The Wrist
Tears Falling Down To Lips Unkissed
Ignore Her && She Won't Exist
She's Not The Kind You'll Come To Miss..
poem 4:
lǿǾќ iитǾ мάн зџзs...
lǾǿқ iитό мάн нεάят...
lǿǾҝ iито мάн ѕσύl...
iтѕ άll тǾяи άрαят...
poem 5:
Red luscious lips,
meaningful quips.
A lustful stare,
a heavenly pair.
Stockinged thighs,
"take me" eyes.
Hand on the knee,
breathe rapidly.
Legs begin to part,
a quickening heart.
A petalled rose,
falling clothes.
Starts to loose,
the emotional juice.
Going mad,
want it bad.
Grinding loins,
pumping groins.
Very hot,
hits the spot.
Scream aloud,
muscles proud.
A soulful moan,
the seed is sown.
Passions met,
cooling sweat.
Slowing 'beat,
tangled feet.
Warm and cosy,
feeling dozy.
Out of steam,
a sweet dream.
love is shit
I just hope 2 sleep
& never awaken
Nothing left in dis world
Could replace what u have taken
u got me feeling broken & bent
u've proved da hottest love has da coldest end...
poem 6:
wasnt ready 2 bring u in2 da world
but i couldnt help fink'n whether u were a boy or girl
i hate da choice i made i lead u 2 death
i took ur 1st step,1st cry and ur 1st breath
$350 wasnt worth my soul
y couldnt i jus use self control
i wanted u 2 b raised within a family
i knew u wouldnt of had a daddy jus me
coz ur daddy wasnt ready mentally
and we werent ready financially
ur daddy didnt care bout no one but himself
he would neva feel wat i felt
he didnt wanna b apart of da situation
didnt wanna noe about ur elimination
i was happy bout u deep down
i regret my choice now
even if i had u, me and ur dad wouldnt of stayed 2getha
but da feeling i have now aint gonna get betta
i just need you 2 b understanding
to noe i wanted our parenthood to cum from planning
but ur dad n i didnt know nuffin bout raising a family
so u see dats sumtin we could neva b
but even if we had become one
i noe thats sumtin ur daddy eventually would of run from
so i need u 2 noe im sorry
and i hope u can forgive me...
poem 7:
...when we go crazy people think we're high
when we are bored we laugh until we cry
it's the age-old memories and the remember-whens
no matter what happens we will always be best friends
Of all the sorrow I have felt and the truth will come out
That the others I have hurt will be the reason of my death
I ask my self do I really belong
Or should I leave this life and follow on
Maybe next time around I will be loved and wanted
But for now I ask myself should I go on or should I just let go to the cold icy
Depth of no existence where my body will lay and my heart will not beat and the meat on bones will no longer exists that the ones I have loved will forget that I ever existed
And the cuts on my wrist will have stopped bleeding and the hurt I have felt will be defeated
poem 10:
So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear
My soul until the ache's too much to bare,
As mortal life mirages now appear:
Painful are they; away they tear.
Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon
When the razor's edge did charm me like the moon.
poem 11:
Was I bewitched so by the thin red line
To notice not that time released its hold
And let pale Iris snip the silver twine
To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold.
Existence now is not what I was told;
No sounds and harps to grace my ear,
Just silence, painful silence, and the cold
Discomfort of my majestic fear,
Why does the thought of death
The feeling of ending this life
The torture, the pain, the hurt
The discomfort I cause,
Why does it feel so right?
But the thought of the pain
The mechanics, the method
The hows and wherefores..
Why is that so beyond me,
my abilities, My confidence?
I know I would be better dead
All I care for is others
All I do is hurt others
All I want to do is leave others
To their lives away from me
Is my inability from caring?
Knowing the final act of hurt
The final ability to screw others
To give those who truly care
A pain even I haven't done before?
But they would recover
And they could see it was done
Maybe not consciously, but truly
For the best for them
And therefore the best for me.
poem 12 :
Is it fear that stops me?
The inability to take the pain
I couldn't inflict on myself
The yellow woman I am,
The quitter, never finishing the Job
So I carry on to conceal the feelings
Trying to do all I can for all
And still I hurt and give pain
Cause confusion wherever I go
That is why I pray to die.
poem 13
AM I PRETTY ENOUGH NOW?!?!?!
Boy: wud up shotay
Girl: I have to tell you something...
Boy: What?
Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you.
Boy: Ok...
Girl: What do you mean "ok"?
Boy: I don't like you like that...
Girl: Why not?
Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...
From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you later." Finally the girl got fed up.
Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!
Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
Girl: Yes! Boy: It's because you're ugly as fuck! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?!
Girl: But...I...
Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone! The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cell phone rings.
Girl: Hello?
Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.
Girl: Alright Mom. Mom: I love you.
Girl: I love you too, Mom. Mom: Bye Bye.
Girl: Bye The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
Girl: I'm not pretty enough... She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.
Mom: Honey? Are you alright? She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water was tinted red. She walked over to see what was inside and screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye. On the mirror, am I pretty enough now? No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. If you find it messed up then forward this to everyone you know. A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality. No one wants to be told they're not good enough...
