My very own Poetry Corner... what do you think??

Ok.... here are some poems I have written over time... some recent and some from the past. They are my world. So welcome to my world, hope you enjoy:

Untitled I wrote this about 5 months ago

I missed you today.
Tomorrow is a different story.
I hoped you would say.
You just tell me not to worry.

I cried all night.
But you ignored my tears.
I tried to make it right.
But you don't seem to care.

I realized it;s over now.
But the memories haunt me so.
If I could go back somehow,
Would you have let me go?

I am at the end of my rope.
How are you so strong?
As I give up all hope,
You tell me I was wrong.

But I missed you today.
Tomorrow is a different story.
I hoped you would stay.
You just tell me not to worry.

What to do Eh... I wrote this at 18

What to do, what to say.
I can't go on living this way.
How to act, who to be?
My thoughts you'll never see.

Anger rages, burning inside.
I won't face a world of lies.
My lingering pain fades in and out.
My pathetic life I begin to doubt.

Where to go, what to view?
Sadistic lies, noone's true.
Death's inevitable, don't shed a tear.
Won't be scared to face my fear.

Anger rages, burning inside.
I won't face a world of lies.
My lingering pain fades in and out.
My pathetic life I begin to doubt.

Where to stop, where to start.
How to mend a broken heart.
So numb to the pain that I can't feel.
I can't decipher the fake from the real,

Anger rages, burning inside.
I won't face a world of lies.
My lingering pain fades in and out.
My pathetic life I begin to doubt.


When I never really finished this one.. oh well

When the river of hope runs dry.
When everything makes you cry.
When your dreams come tumbling down.
When each smile turns to a frown.

When you feel like you can't survive.
When you can't tell if you're alive.
When the light in your eyes burns out.
When you're unheard, so you shout.

When you reach out and no-one is there.
When you can no longer hide your fear.
When you feel like you can no longer take.
When you have nothing of your life to make.

Turn to me and I'll make you smile.
I'll make living worth the while.
So if you ever feel like you can't take.
Give your pain to me and take a break.



Blame One of the 1st I ever wrote, one of my favs..

Body weak, mind strong.
Head hurts, thoughts race.
Actions right, words wrong.
Heartbeat slow, pick up pace.

Day end, night begin.
Tide rise, tide fall.
The innocent, those who sin.
Loves me? Not at all.

People come, people go.
Set them free, let them be.
Mind fast, body slow.
Eyes shut, can't see.

Love hurts, hearts break.
Feelings change, not the same.
No more, can't take.
Guilt free, too much blame.

Not for you I wrote this at 16 I think

Broken promises, faded dreams.
Everything's not what it seems.
Sleep cures pain, but it doesn't last.
Dreams take over, but reality comes back.
Times change, people don't.
Want to love you but I won't.
Close your eyes, no more lies.
Can't go through, not for you.

GO My attempt at a postive poem lol. wrote at 17

Why cry when you can laugh?
Why die when you can live?
Why like when you can love?
Why doubt when you can trust?
Why sit when you can dance?
Why stop when you can go?


Take me Another unfinished poem.. I was an angry teen!

Save me from the depths of insanity.
From the pain, immorality and vanity.
Take from far from my unreachable dreams.
Take me where the bluest river gleams.

Bring me to a better tomorrow.
Where there's no fear, heartbreak or sorrow.
Deliver me to the mountain tops.
Hopefully this wretched feeling stops.

I'm sick and tired of the toture.
I can't take one more god damned lecture.
So take me further than the eye sees.
Under the dirt or over the trees.


Letter to Love *I wrote this when I was 17*

There's things about me you should know.
I'm not some silly, dumb blonde ho!
I'm an independent woman, I don't need a man.
My head's screwed up, so catch me if you can.

If you get through to me, then you're one of a kind.
Look past the beauty and into my mind.
I'll show you who I am, if you break through.
Turn your back on me and goodbye to you.

Don't fall for me, I'll bring you down.
Swim in my waters and you'll only drown.
There's a price to pay for loving me.
So leave while you can, set yourself free.

"My heads fucked up, it doesn't work right"
I live in the darkness and fear the light.
I may look normal but I am far from it.
I love the pain and all the bullshit.

I'm already dead, though my heart beats.
Few things phase me and there's too many defeats.
I'm not easy to handle, complicated and blue.
Go on and love me but I did warn you!

Sonnet 6-4 I wrote this at 16. It was dedicated to someone.

You tell me you miss me and hold me tight.
I know it won't last but at least you're near.
Your body warms me throughout the cold night.
The sunlight shines in and morning is here.
People say actions speak louder than words.
Yet your lips don't move and actions aren't seen.
Love's in it's darkest hour, draw your swords.
I'll fight to the death to remain your queen.
I still remember the first time we met.
When your mischevious smile stole my heart.
But there is one thing I still do not get.
Did our love end or is this just the start?
If we're meant to be and it's not too late.
I've no need to worry, it's in our fate.

Almost Wrote at 17

Standing on the ledge.
Looking over the edge.
Choice to live or die.
Will you try to fly?
Or back away from death?
Breathe you last breath?
Is the chance worth taking?
Is life worth making?
Step away and take a look.
At the life you almost took.

Nothing good can ever last Wrote at 17... Dedicated to someone

You killed me a long time ago.
Give me my heart, just let go.
Don't look at me as if I'm crazy.
Stop doing drugs, quit being lazy.
I'll never let you see me cry.
Don't tell me one more god damn lie.
Straighten up your act and then you'll see.
That our love was meant to be.
But you're too late, can't change the past.
Nothing good can ever last.

Untitled Just a random one I found.

Breathing harder with each hit.
All your hopes turn to ****.
The more you fight it kills you.
But without fighting you'll be through.

Life hands you a pile of crap.
To follow a road with no map.
Your mission is to survive.
Just for one more day alive.

Impossible journey;s with imposible goals.
At the end of each road there's a toll.
Once you pay, you must refuel.
All this just to be god's tool?

The choice is mine *I wrote this my senior year of high school, I hated it, but others loved it, so I though I would share it*

The cold metal tip of the gun touches my skin.
The bullets of sweat drip down my face.
Mu finger shakes. My heart races.
My heavy breathing fills the silent air.
I wait for the courage, I feel I must do it.
I am weak, I convince myself to I need to pull the trigger.
I shut my eyes. BANG
The gun drops, my body falls.
My body lies still, I open my eyes.
A tear roles down my face.
I get on my feet and brush myself off.
Hide the gun in a drawer, examine the hole in the wall.
I go outside and the spring breeze blows my hair.
I smile, for I am strong and I am happy to be living today.
I survived my teenage years.