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moco-muddslide
American Uhhhh, honestly; writing is just how I express my feelings. Along with art, but I consider poetry an art too, so it's all the same for me. Without it I'm sure I'd be a bitter ol lady....
Neon colors, flashing lights, my mind is dazed. Blurring vision, rising action, my head is flying. Deafening thuds, feeling myself fly, I am now free from everything. Falling into a whirlwind of laughter and fun. My eyes are large with anticipation and exhilaration. I can see your gaze fixed on mine. Barely breathing, heartbeats quicken. Heat closing in on us. We are farther up than ever before, just short of touching heaven. Bodies completely out of our mind.
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 3:10 PM UTC
Can You Feel It?
A little girl never spoke A word wouldn't slip A rope around her neck Would pull and choke With blood on her face She danced into school Still not a word But the body dressed in lace No words said The sight was all we needed All the evidence portrayed Across the body of the dead Her best friend stared in fear Yet approached her with a smile He took her hand and made her stare Because he knew her end was near The police looked at the dead And at the two children Her friend took the knife And they put a bullet in his head Her eyes became red The blood pooling around She fell to the ground And she finally said: *"You all have become the monster you fear you will be numb because your time is here. I will rid you of this I will take your life With a kiss from this bloodied knife."*
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 11:02 PM UTC
Not a Word
I would have never thought That I would ever be loved No matter how hard I fought. How many times Must I cry out With these pathetic rhymes? I know I'm not the best That I'm different and odd But I don't want to be like the rest. Through the darkest hours I was considered dead My coffin lined with flowers. The flowers were there Because of those who loved me Even though it's not fair.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
No More Dying
The innocence of a newborn child Is as pure as an angel God's grace engulfing his body Our love surrounding this child Always with us Their memories shine. **In Loving Memory of Zachary Tompkins 1998-2010**
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC
Memories
There for you in the darkest hours. Your shoulder to cry on. Your true love belongs with them. They can hate you. Hurt you. But if you truly love them. It won't matter. Your soul is a part of them. And vise versa. You will cry. Scream. Whisper. Smile. Frown. Laugh. And open your eyes. There will never be another person like this in your life. Never leave me. I will never do that to you.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
Friends
Temples throbbing With unmistakable pain Tears streaming Like an endless rain Empty feeling With nothing to spare Not a person Left to care As the nights Are full of fear All I think Is that death is near Blurred vision Passing day by day Starting to think There's no more way Confusing thoughts All about homicide Feeling like I Should commit suicide I always feel Like I should die But I don't know how To say goodbye.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC
What's Wrong?
All this time, I've been crying. Inside my soul was fading. Now my smile is fixed. I never knew, That hope would be found, Even when it was right there. I finally found it. I've missed out, Completely ignored everyone. Denying the love that they gave. Now I can feel it. Through the minutes of life, I sat wondering, I should die, but how? I don't anymore. Lying through my smile. Straight faced and serious, I have hurt many. I have let that go. So much hate inside, Realizing my pain, I fall into pieces, I go down, down, down. I laugh at the jokes, Smile when I should, Serious when it's needed. Hammers fall on all my pieces. I can be hurt, But I don't show it. I know how to hide, I run in the darkness, with nowhere to go. No more am I happy, Forever alone in the dark.
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 8:19 PM UTC
This Life