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Hearts
Are
Totally
Everything
-Tyler
If there ever was a Subject I would not confide
It would be the number subject......
A number subject to which I condemn
To only the smart Eleks that live in tey-pai sen
And since this subject I do not adore
Forever kicks my *** in the mental game
I cannot ......... My brain won't warp
Around these vast numbers that seem to never end.....
Geometry creates crowded up shapes
Triginometry to overload my brains take
It's a math attack
Numbers redact to the equations alike
But these math problems
Will fry your brain tonight!
I hate math
We met my sophomore year
This I shall never regret,
It started when we ran across that field
With you on my back,
Laughed we did as we chortled with joy
Everyone laught....... We did not care

My feelings grew for you
Our bond grew close,
We became best friends
Friends forever I still hope,
My love grew stronger,
As the year grew longer,
I helped you up when you were down
Decided not you did to push me around,
I carried you to class
In my arms as you wept,
I wiped your tears,
This I'll never forget,

Then one day you met a girl,
You chose her over me
That day you destroyed my world
Loved you more than a brother I did
My love lasted longer than you would have known
Yet she took you from me
For this I was heartbroke.........

I told you off,
Hurt you I did,
Please know I didn't mean to say
All that was said.......
And please know Jeremy I'm sorry for what I'd done
Will you find it in your heart to forgive me
My rising sun......
This is an apology poem I wrote for the boy I love :(
Lets start a trend my dear friends!
Frolic with me through all the different ends,
From clothing to style it all makes me smile
The simple similarities of their beginnings
Fade to everyone near and far
Like the bell bottom jeans
we once wore
To the kakis
we all love and adore.......
Let's wear gauges and valve off the steam
From the haters hatred retorting us from our dreams!
Let's get tattoos to match
Or give everyone a friendly five star on their back,
Let's get high as a kite
Be it on **** or on life :)
Let's smoke cigs and act like bar pigs
Let's get drunk and jam to some funk!
So again friends, let's start a trend
A trend to match all the others
There shall be no end! :)
Just some fun :)
Please forsake me for I have sinned,
Singe'd the rustic metal with sterile flame,
Blood burnt off the edge,while iron waft the air
In my right hand holds danger, in my left nothing
Nothing but the sadness in what I see,
Metal to slice, forever marking me...
Blood trails run down my wicked wrist
Slowly moving..... The everlasting drip
Deathening feels fatally turn me pale
Pestering me to return my scale,.....
Set me apart from the rest,...

They judge me not for me
But for what I've become
Beseech thee as I make my cup
Cuffing my leg to a chain and ball,
As I huff either, the everlasting high,
Hurting me, only to mess with me
Melting my kidney, kindling the fumes that
Set me apart from the rest,...

Lift me like love lifts life,
Leave me behind in this past to which I write,
Repeat your ways which welp you
Yell at me for I have done you wrong
Writhe the dividend to which I owe
Give me love, give me life
Leave me behind so that I kindle my time
Tell me I'm not bliss,
I forever hold my dagger with a sharp grip,
Give me power, give me strength
Stealthfully **** the hype,
hypocrisy heathes these hollow halls,
Set me apart from the rest,...

Watch as I cut these lines,
White as snow, it overloads the mind
Mind the razor ripping apart the rocks,
For blood shows when blood clots,
Cliche to say but those lines had been cut,
With that precious liquid gold...... Either.....
It burns, the feeling ever so old......
Judge me not for the bad I have done
Look at me in that finer light.....
Set me apart from the rest,...
It's dark poetry about me, I want to change and poetry forever helps me :)
On the morrow of Monday
My Spanish to be switched
For I had hated Mrs. Bastida
With much and many a bliss

Walked I did
Right out of her class
Walked I did
Simply to make a switch

To my surprise I was obliged
To reconfide with the bristles and brush
To Mrs. Cacase I went!
Will to switch my motive was

To the first day
Let it be to which I sat
At a table with two
People of which
That I thought I only knew

For there was a freshy
Well maybe more than a few
But this freshys eyes
Glittered of acrylic blue

Her hair warped
Whipped as she moved
Like ***** blonde waves

That could warp a schooners powerful colored wood

There she sat
The Lines she drew
Straight to a spiral
Then a colorful a splash to go

Talked she did
Attention only grew
For she bewildered me
Her name was Briana
Briana Dampson was the one I knew.....
I wrote this poem a few years back for a girl I once loved, it made me smile to go back and see myself switch from a teacher I hated to one I loved then found this girl who had crushed me........ Nevertheless I still wrote this for her
What's life mean
When a bond is not sacred........
What's it mean
When your loved ones ignore you.......

When your down on your  luck
When you can't get up
When you scream when you dream

**** what you say
**** what it means

All you say is no
You never listen what I've got to say
It's only about you

How can I move
How can I live
How come I'm not trusted........

It's all one hole broken at the bottom
It's all just lies pushed from the top
Cant be me
No you can't see me

Just a shadow of regret and feeling
Nothing but nothing
A shadow walks with him

But only his shadow
He deserves nothing
He wants something

He's a sad soul
A perfect depression
To a perfect end

If he had one wish
It be to ditch
All of his memory

What he is
Is a dead soul
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