poem

Shadows follow,
Swim and swallow,
Never look or question them.
Saints wallow,
Words are hollow,
Never look or question them.
Drown in culture,
Burn the vulture,
Never look or question them.

Never look, never see,
What’s forgotten cannot be.
Never speak, never hear,
What exists is ruled by fear.

Pushing, forcing a way through the skin,
A mockery of hatred, bathed in sin.
Cursed are those lost, to the naming of kin,
A thousand ghouls scream but not one can get in.
Lost in an ending that’s yet to begin,
A thousand teeth bleed in an iron cast grin.

Drown in the pain of the slaughtered and beaten,
Only to find that they never felt love,
Drown in the pain of the slaughtered and beaten,
Simply to find broken wings of a dove.
Drown in the pain of the slaughtered and beaten,
Drown,
And fall,
Away.

.:Ari:.
To anyone that’s read my old poems, can you tell me:
Am I right in thinking that this is not as good? This is the best thing I’ve come up with recently and I feel like my old poems are better.

false alarm

my parents are back 2gether.it was just a misunderstamding on my dads part.all it took was a few hrs 2gether 4 them 2 find out why they got married in the first place.

well, it happened.

my parents split up. my mom was accusing my dad of being a "junkie" and he left. when i was little, i wud always hope for them 2 split up, but now that its happened, why do i feel so bad? now all i want is to have my dad back home, and 4 my parents to stop fighting and remember y they got married. i cried as soon as my dad left the house. i know that isnt wat u probably expected me 2 do, but i need advise. im now drawn 2 cut again, and now im thinking about suicide again and running away. i need advise now, because if u wait, it may b too late.

who I am hates who I’ve been

I watched the proverbial sunrise
Coming up over the Pacific
And you might think I'm losing my mind
But I will shy away from the specifics

Cause I don't want you to know where I am
Cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been
This is no place to try and live my life

Stop right there!
That's exactly where I lost it
See that line?
Well, I never should've crossed it
Stop right there!
Well, I never should've said that
It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back

I'm sorry for the person I became
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change
I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again
Cause who I am hates who I've been
Who I am hates who I've been

I talked to absolutely no one
Couldn't keep to myself enough
And the things bottled inside
Had finally begun to create so much pressure
That I'd soon blow up
And I heard the reverberating footsteps
Syncing up to the beating of my heart
And I was positive that unless
I got myself together
I would watch me fall apart

And I can't let that happen again
Cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been
This is no place to try and live my life

Stop right there
That's exactly where I lost it
See that line?
I never should've crossed it
Stop right there
I never should've said that
It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back

Stop right there!
That's exactly where I lost it
See that line?
Well, I never should've crossed it
Stop right there!
Well, I never should've said that
It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back

I'm sorry for (Sorry for) the person I became
I'm sorry that (Sorry that) it took so long for me to change
I'm ready to (Ready to) be sure I never become that way again
Cause who I am hates who I've been
Who I am hates who I've been

Who I am hates who I've been
And who I am will take the second chance You gave me
Who I am hates who I've been
Cause who I've been only ever made me

So sorry for (Sorry for) the person I became
So sorry that (Sorry that) it took so long for me to change
I'm ready to (Ready to) be sure I never become that way again
Cause who I am hates who I've been
Who I am hates who I've been

j'aime mes amis

hé, qui n'aime pas leurs amis ? ma vie monte, mais ma vie d'amis est allée un peu en bas avec le statut d'acceptation de soi. elle a eu besoin de l'aide et de l'Ange et j'étais les seuls vraiment capables de le lui donner. Je suis heureux qu'elle soit maintenant presque pas male et je ne peux pas attendre la Pause Printanière

janae... thank you...

Thank you for saving my life.
You know who you are.
The time when I was drowning
in silent sorrow
over the death of someone
I loved deeply,
your compassionate eyes caught
my drowning sadness
and my heart soared
in oneness
with your kind spirit.

And then there was the time
I was feeling untouchable,
you softly
touched my shoulder
and said
'thank you.'
I know not what for.

I can not forget
yet another time
for it was not all that long ago,
I yelled out in
heart wrenching anger
and you did not take
my misquided attacks
and hurl them back
at my dying soul
but rather
actually listened
to the depth
of my pain.
You reminded me
of my hidden
peaceful reality.
The mask of my anger
slowly unveiled,
an ever deeper love.
By seeing past my anger,
this most crucial time,
you saved my life.

I know there must be
many people
who go through life
never realizing
how truly important they are;
never realizing
that they actually
saved a person's life.
I don't want this
to happen to you.
I want you to KNOW
how important you are.
I want you to KNOW
the depth
of my gratitude.
I want you to KNOW
you saved my life.
I want to
sincerely thank you
for saving my life,
my joy.

Thank you.

Poem For Janae

The world she wants is up above But she is repeatedly torn down by the one she loves Her melancholy stare A story on its own But she has no one to tell it to Utterly alone She desires a refuge, and she wants it quick She’s getting too tired of this world, and she’s becoming sick Of the one who hurt her It’s becoming awful steady She feels the need to leave but tells herself she isn’t ready She wanted to live, but couldn’t escape from herself Now her life is like an old book, forgotten on a shelf One day she’ll be happy The day she hears no sound Because now it’s too late And she’s six feet underground

the unread letter

This poem was written by myself one night when I planned to commit suicide and found writing a letter too hard. I have obviously not gone through with it. this poem originally meant for my family, my flock family, I feel I can move on from that stage of my life

How I Feel

Sometimes I just wish, I could run away and hide.
No matter where I go though, these feelings stay inside.
How can I stay here & live each day a lie,
When all I want to do is close my eyes & die?
I see the pain I cause you, with every tear I shed.
I plead with you now max, let me go instead?
I wish I could take you with me, to a happy place,
Whether it exists though, is time for me to face.
Can I ask for your forgiveness? For you to set me free,
It may seem ungrateful, but this life's not meant for me.
Thank you for all your love, for all the time we shared,
It means the world to me, to know that someone cared.

death comes oh too quick

okay, it is the aniversary of one of my old friends death. we were so close, we even became blood siblings (when you cut ur hand and put them together) She got hit by a car right in front of me.

Death came
And now my friend is gone.
Death took
The happiest child around.
Death cares
about nothing at all
Death thinks
of only the pain it causes.
Death happens
oh too quick.

Death came
And tore my heart apart.
Death took
our dreams of a future
Death cares
about the tears that fall.
Death thinks
our misery is it's muse.
death happens
oh too quick

Death came
and now i must move on
Death took
my will to hold
Death cares
whether it drags you down or not
Death thinks
we can let go
But sometimes
Death
Happens
OH
Too
Quick

another angel poem

I once was loved
And my heart had soared!
I once had loved,
But now I don't know how.

Then my heart had broken;
I lost the only one
Who had ever cared for me.
Now I have no one.

My heart became mended,
Patched but not happy.
I hurt all over, inside and out.
But I knew it would never work.

I lost my love and my heart shattered!

poem by ANGEL!!!!

I turn the key
Round and round
Till my fingers
Hurt just so I can hear
The precious song that plays.
It reminds me so much of you
And how much I miss you.
It speaks for us
Our silent goodbye's.
It cries for us
Our unshed tears.
It mends for us
Our broken hearts,
Reaching and stretching,
But narrowly missing each other.
It plays for us
Our music of refuge.
First for you, as I suspect,
You went to it for comfort
And now its my turn.
The delicate little box
That holds our unsaid bond.
The music box is the only thing
That helps me truly remember
Who I am
And where you are.
If not for that little box,
I would not know what to do,
But I'd rather have that
Than not have you.

randomness!

ok, so today, i only had 25 mins of classes, and i went to the high school to sing w/ them. now i iz bored. Zanemonkey, and Gaara are dating! *i used the email and rp name cuz they no want others to know who they r* i had to sit next to meh sister, and her boy friend is a STALKER! he was riding his bike around our house all night last night! and dustin has a "pink ball"? wateveh that is. he weird