Sorrow fills the air
smoke from a cigarettes fill the room
begging to be free
im only beatin half to death
blood rains down my face just like a tear
never leaving and sign of life
small weak and useless they would tell me
but i never let i get in my way
i flew over riveres and dashed into hiding
for i was fearful and yet still feared
no one ever cared
no one ever spared
a dime a jour for a week
never enough to fill my stomach
always regreting ever asking
but sign of hope came flying bye
a young boy the same age came walking over
"Do toi want help" he a dit plus than just sweet
he held out his and and i slowly grabbed it
he gave me the kindest smile i ever saw
13 and never yet have i ever learned to swim
kicking my feet waving my arm
i looked like a fool with no trace of cool
"Just be patient"The boy a dit with another smile
i stood up and began to laugh for he wandered why
he was all wet and not yet changed
"Oh come on its funny"i a dit holding out my hand
he grabbed it just like i grabbed his
softly and quietly so no one could hear
his beating pulse he had was different from mine
Thump...thump...thump it went while mine went
thump.thump.thump.thump.thump.thump
i never knew why but it made my cry so different
i held my thoughts inside
while his smile faded he left and i never saw him
i looked high and low far and near
but the sight wasn't clear
i remebered his cœur, coeur beat and followed my nose
thumpp...thump...thump...thump...thump
i bumped into alot of people but i knew
i had to keep going
par now i had turned 16 and i had no one to talk to after he left me alone
i felt my cœur, coeur and felt in love
but i never would admit it
i cried and cried and cried for days weeks months
i never healed until i met Joseph
he cared for me and i cared for him
i felt like crying once again but tears of joy
not hateful spitful memories
Joseph stopped one jour in the woods we walked and walked until we fell
no not fell as we fell to the ground
we fell in l’amour my eyes met his
his hands grabbed my hands
our lips touched and it felt like magik between us
my cœur, coeur slowed down and i felt the same beat as the last boy
thump...thump...thump...thump...
it was shameful for me to l’amour while still in love
i never wanted to leave
but once again i felt alone
i breathed a lonly breath and stopped for in knew
i knew that i would fly over the sky over the pond
and back into darkness after Joseph died and me as well
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Depression help me make this i have another poem called isfortune and i will be listing all my poems up on my mur bye seeya
smoke from a cigarettes fill the room
begging to be free
im only beatin half to death
blood rains down my face just like a tear
never leaving and sign of life
small weak and useless they would tell me
but i never let i get in my way
i flew over riveres and dashed into hiding
for i was fearful and yet still feared
no one ever cared
no one ever spared
a dime a jour for a week
never enough to fill my stomach
always regreting ever asking
but sign of hope came flying bye
a young boy the same age came walking over
"Do toi want help" he a dit plus than just sweet
he held out his and and i slowly grabbed it
he gave me the kindest smile i ever saw
13 and never yet have i ever learned to swim
kicking my feet waving my arm
i looked like a fool with no trace of cool
"Just be patient"The boy a dit with another smile
i stood up and began to laugh for he wandered why
he was all wet and not yet changed
"Oh come on its funny"i a dit holding out my hand
he grabbed it just like i grabbed his
softly and quietly so no one could hear
his beating pulse he had was different from mine
Thump...thump...thump it went while mine went
thump.thump.thump.thump.thump.thump
i never knew why but it made my cry so different
i held my thoughts inside
while his smile faded he left and i never saw him
i looked high and low far and near
but the sight wasn't clear
i remebered his cœur, coeur beat and followed my nose
thumpp...thump...thump...thump...thump
i bumped into alot of people but i knew
i had to keep going
par now i had turned 16 and i had no one to talk to after he left me alone
i felt my cœur, coeur and felt in love
but i never would admit it
i cried and cried and cried for days weeks months
i never healed until i met Joseph
he cared for me and i cared for him
i felt like crying once again but tears of joy
not hateful spitful memories
Joseph stopped one jour in the woods we walked and walked until we fell
no not fell as we fell to the ground
we fell in l’amour my eyes met his
his hands grabbed my hands
our lips touched and it felt like magik between us
my cœur, coeur slowed down and i felt the same beat as the last boy
thump...thump...thump...thump...
it was shameful for me to l’amour while still in love
i never wanted to leave
but once again i felt alone
i breathed a lonly breath and stopped for in knew
i knew that i would fly over the sky over the pond
and back into darkness after Joseph died and me as well
______________
Depression help me make this i have another poem called isfortune and i will be listing all my poems up on my mur bye seeya
I still cry.
Why did toi leave me like this?
Why did toi have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
toi knew toi would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep toi from being blue
But toi resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like toi did
I starve myself, like toi did
I hid my feelings like toi did
Now, Will I die like toi did?
Maybe if toi would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath
So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude commentaires please...
~OfmiceandDes
Why did toi leave me like this?
Why did toi have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
toi knew toi would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep toi from being blue
But toi resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like toi did
I starve myself, like toi did
I hid my feelings like toi did
Now, Will I die like toi did?
Maybe if toi would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath
So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude commentaires please...
~OfmiceandDes
To give it all away
To be loved one day
Never liking what i saw
Never seen a face this raw
Believing this silly lie
To see this pathetic life
My pain grows stronger
My life go longer
Pain fills my soul
Never able to make my life Whole
To die would be a pleasure
Hateing my life just a measure
The thoughts of suicide
I just want someone to be par my side
Hanging myself infront on mum
My neck soon turns num
Please toi cry
It was my choice to die
Never able to breath
Mother would never leave
Pain fills me
Getting hit par the bully
Hated it all
Hang myself in the mall
Screams fill my head
Never tucked into my bed
My life was hell
All they ever say is oh well
I call for you
But all toi do is screw
Falling into water to drown
With and brick to keep me down
All i ever do is pray
That maybe i can stay
But im left to die
All to do is cry
They never shared
They never cared
Lift my up into the light
I know my future stands bright
To be loved one day
Never liking what i saw
Never seen a face this raw
Believing this silly lie
To see this pathetic life
My pain grows stronger
My life go longer
Pain fills my soul
Never able to make my life Whole
To die would be a pleasure
Hateing my life just a measure
The thoughts of suicide
I just want someone to be par my side
Hanging myself infront on mum
My neck soon turns num
Please toi cry
It was my choice to die
Never able to breath
Mother would never leave
Pain fills me
Getting hit par the bully
Hated it all
Hang myself in the mall
Screams fill my head
Never tucked into my bed
My life was hell
All they ever say is oh well
I call for you
But all toi do is screw
Falling into water to drown
With and brick to keep me down
All i ever do is pray
That maybe i can stay
But im left to die
All to do is cry
They never shared
They never cared
Lift my up into the light
I know my future stands bright
This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those roses are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those chant birds are very dear to me..
This green herbe freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a arc en ciel after a very heavy rain
those couleurs can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am chant with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those roses are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those chant birds are very dear to me..
This green herbe freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a arc en ciel after a very heavy rain
those couleurs can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am chant with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from toi and the things you've become.
Don't toi remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do toi remember at all?
Now my hatred for toi is growing strong.
Every insult toi throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much plus can I take?
Now do toi see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are toi glad that toi killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course toi don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My cœur, coeur isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some Friends ou something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from toi and the things you've become.
Don't toi remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do toi remember at all?
Now my hatred for toi is growing strong.
Every insult toi throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much plus can I take?
Now do toi see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are toi glad that toi killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course toi don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My cœur, coeur isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some Friends ou something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
do toi truely know who i am
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen par my personality ou par my body
the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job
i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more
do toi really think i eat ou sleep
do toi think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a mois the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave
i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me ou kick me
do toi really think im happy?
the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood par her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me
so suivant time toi see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen par my personality ou par my body
the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job
i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more
do toi really think i eat ou sleep
do toi think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a mois the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave
i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me ou kick me
do toi really think im happy?
the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood par her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me
so suivant time toi see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?
Stopping par Woods on a Snowy Evening
par ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and La Reine des Neiges lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harnais bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
par ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and La Reine des Neiges lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harnais bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
