icones par me

Running past my friends
Running down these halls
Running past my fam-il-y
Has worked upon them all
I wish toi could see me now
(chorus)
Trying to be as good as I can
Trying to be what I am
Trying to be everything toi told me 'bout
Trying to be a person in this aléatoire world we live in
Its hard its hard
I'm trying
Walking back from school
Walking back from class
Walking back from the su-per-mar-ket
Is better than I planned
I want toi to see me now
(chorus)
Even though toi never call
Even though toi never email
I hope toi can see me now
I hope toi can see me now
toi CAN SEE ME NOW!!!
(chorus)
Trying
I'm trying
Trying
I'm trying
Trying

Save the Happy memories
A sadness washes over me,
overtaking the things that once made me happy,
Save them from this consuming sorrow,
save them from the consequences that are yet to follow,
save them from me,
save them from what i soon shall be,
Save them from these unholy measures,
Save them from satins pleasures,
Hear their pleas for help,
hear them, they cannot help themselves.
A Hazardous pain washes through my body,
Leaving my insides all bloody,
i am falling apart,
The memories are bleeding away fast,
save them from this torture,
for their is a happier future,
in due time it will come,
and then, the rain of sadness will be overwhelmed with the happiness that has overcome

i wrote this after i found out that my sleeping problems where getting worse.. and yuh.. its kinda horrid...

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