l’amour Poem

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

You've got some real demons,
toi know that right?

l’amour and hate,
Black a white.
toi don't know which is which,
Darkness ou light

I'm trying to save you,
Believe me, I am.
But something makes me believe
toi don't want to understand

toi want to live in your world,
Created just for you
And hide in the blindness
Without a clue

The world is turning,
Nothing will last.
Promise me that when I'm gone,
toi won't stay locked in the past

You've got some real demons,
toi know that right?
Don't let your demons define you,
You're both darkness and light

one jour toi will sink
and i will hear your crys so loud,they vibrate the house in town,and when toi fall ill hear the sounds of ppl laughing except for meee
because even though toi did me wrong and even though toi shut me down and even changed me and threw me around like your toy and even though toi a dit toi cared even though toi werent really there and toi made me into a monster i never kneww and took away the hope of love...but...
im not you.So i say to you.... change your life because it will not get any better with toi tearing down the walls of everything and everyone toi ever finally get that chance to break them...
pls just stop because the only one whos going to break the most is only you.

The darkness in my eyes
fill with tears as children cry
the sound of thunder
rings in my ears
leaving while my earth starts to flood
soaking wet and crying never seems to bother me
flying into darkness as mother yells in her sleep
blood on the white lit sheets on the curtains
never feel complete with sorrow and despair
to the graveyard i run and visit my father
where sunlight never hits
breath in smoke of sisters ciggeret
ashes fall to the floor
as i fall also never open my eyes
never breath again
my hollow soul finds its way nor to heaven ou hell
its Lost for ever and ever
haunting earth brings me the most joy i ever had
dead nor alive i breath in darkness
but never forget me living souls
for i may have left the physical world
i have not yet left the mental world of memory
i never yet again feel the beating cœur, coeur of living
i live like no other
breath like no other
l’amour like no other
but yet i burrow into the light of the world again

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?

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.

My soul is fild with sadness.
My dad is dead.
My mom is in prison.
and me,siting alone
in the darkness.
so don't even bother with me.
I cry in the dark par my brother.
He says will mom ever come back.
i a dit no she'll never forgive us.
my brother's eyes fill with tears
my life is now useless for all i know
i sit there sighing and breathing heavily
as the smoke of the city streets fills my lungs
i soon become weak
i lay on the stine cold gravel
some say im dying
and others say i was supposed to die

where does the life start
and the hoplesness end?
where do the fun times
dissapear to?
why can't i look into your eyes
and see your happiness?
why do toi have to steal mine?
the answer to these questions are simple
toi have no l’amour for me
yet toi lead me on,
pretend toi do
toi want me i know,
but for what?
the happiness
i can not see in your eyes
is not because its not there
but because toi suck mine away.
toi leave my eyes dull and empty
shadows of what i once was
the person i long to be now
one of the loved
-Megan

The trees always seemed to shake.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a papillon perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The herbe is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a ours behind a arbre scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(