How did I get here?
where do I go from here,
How did I get here?
I thought I was in control, I though I knew where to go.
How did I get here
were did I go wrong?

I was in control before all this happend.
I was stupied to take those actions
i wish i could go back
but I can't change the past
how did I get here?

what path do I take, which is the right way.
i thought I knew where to go
but I ws wrong, where do I go now?
where do I go?

i was all alone with nowere to go.
It seemed like no one cared
I was in a dark place
but then I saw the light.

How did I get here?
what have I done to myself?
why did I do this
where do I go now

Who do I trust.
My parents ou my freinds?
should I speek up,
ou stay quite.
should I get help
ou destroy my life.
How did I get here?


par Edward_lover101

deadly Stares
we watch as days fall apart,
we watch as the innocent soul of a broken cœur, coeur continues on its path,
we watch as two amoureux part,
we watch as the memories they shared together are torn up,
we watch as their hearts freeze at that very moment their eyes turn to the dead of the night,

we see the days turning to nights,
we see the innocence in a heart-broken souls fights,
we see the sorrows in a couple turning to burnt out lights,
we see the loved memories disappear into the consuming darkness of the night,
we see the misery in a lonely souls life,

our eyes focus on the dead of the day,
our eyes focus on the souls left to the undiscovered innocence of their time astray,
out eyes focus on the penetrating sorrows of the one toi l’amour pushing toi away,
our eyes focus on the precious memories that are left for delay,
our eyes focus on the grief in the unloved's misguiding pathway;
why cant we look away?
is there such thing as enjoying their pain?

I set alone in this room.
hopeing that someone will find me.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about all the people that I have hurt.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about what I have done.
What will I do next?
Will they ever let me out!


I've been sitting here for years,
waiting on the people who still l’amour me.
I'm waiting for one special person,
the person that I love.
But dose he still loved me?
Will he ever forgive me?

If I had a chace,
to meke things right.
I would go back in time,
and say I'm sorry for what I've done.
Can toi ever forgive me,
I know that toi trusted me.
I took advange of you.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

They've always a dit l’amour is out there,
But I haven't found it.
I've let my cœur, coeur searxh,
And be broken into millions of peices.
Its finally begun to heal.
To let someone in again.
Its the hardest thing to do.
As to my beloved, there is no clue.
Where is he, invisible to me.
I ask for a soul mate.
My true half.
that will truly l’amour me.
Till the jour I die.
It is possible,
That its a hoax.
I cannot find him.
Put the spotlight out there.
montrer me the way.
To the guy that can unlock my heart.
Without crushing it.
I know your there.
Always in the shadows.
Waiting for mr to find you.
I will never stop looking.
My dearly beloved one......

Amy, Tom, And The Storm



Amy and Tom were running to their house trying to fight the storm when they got to the plage they saw jellyfish as far as their eyes could see
”We have to help those gelée fish”
a dit Tom
“But we have to get home”
a dit Amy as the storm grew louder Tom jumped over the rocks and landed on the wet gooey sand he started throwing jellyfish back into the ocean (aware of the fact that he could be stung) Amy joined him then a voice came it was their mother
“stop playing with gelée poisson and get inside before toi get sick”
“ no we are helping the jellyfish “ a dit Amy
“you can’t make a difference there are hundreds if not thousands of gelée poisson here”
“yes but I can make a difference to this one and this one” a dit Tom throwing the poisson harder and faster than before.

M A D E T O B E B R O K E N

I feel torn,
the man i loved is forever gone,
with this single teardrop,
i will mourn;
the death of our love,
the l’amour that i now feel was always gone,
but surely this is wrong?
he a dit he'd protect me for he was strong,
he a dit he'd comfort me, those conversations where never long,
he a dit he'd l’amour me, that his l’amour for me was strong,
but now i say he was wrong,
his l’amour for me was never strong,
it has always been gone,
i was his rebound
when one feels unloved,
they turn to those who are fucked up,
i guess that was me,
for toi see,
i was in l’amour until he kissed me,
i had another man and his l’amour was true,
but i dumped him, just for another who never meant it when he a dit " i l’amour you",
how could i have been so stupid,
i guess now i believe that this is the work of cupid,
he struck me with his bow an arrow,
and led me spiraling into this sorrow,
l’amour is blind, and is never kind

Ever since I picked up a pencil,
I wrote down my thoughts.
People read them,
Compliment me on my work.
To me they were just words.
I've never acknowledged the gift,
God has donné me.
I use it each jour in everything I do.
Today its the most important thing.
poésie is art in written form.
Can an artist write a poem,
Can a poetist draw a picture.
Most of the time the answer is no.
toi are only donné one gift.
There is no choice.
I wouldn't trade it for the other.
All I need is a peice of paper,
And a écriture utensil.
Without these tools I would be nothing.
I'm a writer in the soul..

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

"You, sent out beyond your recall. Go to the limits of your longing. Embody me.

Flare up like flame,
and make big shadows I can déplacer in.

Let everything happen to you:beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life. toi will know it par it's seriousness.

Give me your hand."

I’m standing up.
My eyes at shut.
Darkness is around me.
I can feel that their is some one in front of me.
I can feel their breath on me.
I’m afraid to open my eyes.
I can feel their eyes looking in to my soul
I’m afraid of what they will see.
My darkness, my hope, my dreams, my fear, every thing that makes me me.
I open my eyes and I’m looking in the mirror.
I’m afraid of myself.
Is life worth living if toi are your own enemy.
I fight with my self every jour and I all ways lose.
I come accueil bleeding and thinking of death.
I cant wait to death comes and gets me Ill greet it with open arms.
In to then ill just have to hope

Words of Hope
One night on graveyard of the angels, I was walking,
that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,
her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying...

Angel, such an beauty, fallen from the heavens garden,
I watched her soul escape in the little tears,
to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was burden,
she was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears...

She was lying on the cold white marble plate,
to help her I tried, but I was too late,
in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate...

Angel stared me, I heard her silent cries,
pale little form on pool of so red blood,
angel, so fragile thing with beautiful eyes,
in rage I cried, suivant who dies will be god...

I took Angel on my arms, kissed, loved, hold her near,
gave my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ear,
god will pay for this crime, my love, do not fear...

I see mirrors of madness..

When toi think that everything is wrong,
and it’s like you’ll never stop the rain.
toi won’t be waiting too long,
Cause I’ll come and stop the pain!

Then when everything is right ,
I’ll be close, toi know.
And toi will shine bright,
Cause we’ll be together forever and now!

I’ll always be with you-day and night.
toi never will be alone,
I’ll hold toi tight.
Cause you’re the One!

So is it too obvious that I want you,
Cause I can’t stop that!
Is it too obvious that I l’amour you,
Cause I can’t hide that!

I want toi and I l’amour you,
I will repeat that hundred and one times.
Because honestly without you,
I’m simply just a mess

~Why?

I wave in front of them.
Why don't they see me?
“I'm here!” I say.
Why don't they hear me?
They put their hands out to me, but touch air.
Why can't they feel me?
Why do I feel this way?
Neglected.
Betrayed.
Why...?

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~Mother to Son (for the movie "Changelings")

I miss you.
Where did toi go?
toi were in a arms just a few hours ago.
What am I to do?

The man has been punished
For what he did to you.
But yet, I wait,
When I know toi will never show.

But remember,
No matter where toi are,
I will l’amour toi Walter.
Forever.

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~Days

Days are young,

but never end.

Tomorrow comes,

but never decends


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~Who Am I?

Prevented to do

What I want to do.

Prevented to say

What I want to say.

Prevented to be

What I want to be.

Who Am I?