Poems

the first time i laid eyes on you,
i knkew that our love was ture
hearing you whisper in my ear
made me let go of all my fears

you truly are the love of my life
your all i have been waiting for
all these amazing feelings in my heart
are just to big to ignore
i don't know what i'd do without you
you really are my wish come true

our parents may think this won't last
but i could never put you in the past
you mean the world to me
you make me happy, can't you see?

i could never live this life without you
its just something i could not do...

i walk into the room
nobody notices me
my mum's watching the t.v
my dad's getting drunk
my brother's cooking tea
and my sister's looking lost
nobody notices me
i grab a knife and slit my wrists
blood drips onto the carpet
staining the white
staining the black
nobody notices me
i run out the door
and into the wilderness
fire scorches up my body
running deep into my veins
still i keep running
my dog running at my heels
she notices me
thorns dig in deep
stones cut my feet
people walking do not look around
nobody notices me
i walk back into the room
my mum's watching the t.v
my dad is drunk
my brother's cooked tea
my sister is there
nobody notices me
i stand there looking at them
blood dripping off my fingers
wild looking hair
scorched body
nobody notices me....
but I notice them

poems hold feelings
some may rhyme
some may hold feelings
that dont
in this u may notice that
i have relize that i have tried
to give up but it has not worked
but waiting for you is
like waiting for the rain to drout
useless
and disapointing
waiting for you is too long
i must try to go on
always and forever
i will hold these feelings
even if the worst must happen
as one day yes
you may come back
well
wen you do
i will hold
a smile
just for
you

what is beauty
what they call harmony?
ppl dont see what i see
the blood kissed rose is not morbid
and morbid is a gift i do not forbid
i see joy in the pain if a little scare
the wisdom you recieve you will learn is far
far more then the things you know
what about the things you dont no?
how with joy pain will come
and every tear is a let go of ware the fear comes from.
do not fear th reality
fear mortality
do nto fear the love you lost
rejoice in the things you learn
and that this is all true
i just hope it afects you

as the building slowly burned

and day to night had turned

the gohstly horer had started

and life to death departed

as the killed lay dead in the street

waiting for the next night, why to beat

the live friends and loved ones burned them

so they could not come back to haunt them

and to leave the city alone the ban

becuae the investain had already began,

once more into the breach dear friends, once more

in close the wall with our dead, in piece nothing so becomes a man as modisty and humility,

but when the wrath of war blows in our ears, then imitates the action of the tiger,

summon up the blood, discise fair nature with rage and lend the eye a terrible aspect.

dont tell me what to do
dont tell me how to live
dont tell me im a fool
dont say you didnt,cause you did
dont tell me that im wrong
and dont tell me that im right
dont tell me ive cried to long
your not even worth the fight

I am the independent; the one who believes a lot that you don't.
I am your old raggedy doll, the one you've had for years and always will love.
I am the bug you stepped on; its guts that you smashed on your ugly big boots.
I am the pulp in your oranje juice; I stick to your throat, and impare you to talk.
I am a beautiful rainbow you see me only rarely, after it rains.
I am your llama scarf, the one your gramma sent you, directly from Peru.
I am the green nail polish, the nssty color you discard.
I am the copper hearts, handing from your ears... watch me as I dangle.
I am the sand in your show, I'll never go away.
I am the vandalism on your desk, write back to me, please dare.

The soft breathing in my ear:
"Pst! I love you."
I'm scratching my arm because of
the pool we didn't swim in.
scratch, scratch.
Little tika meowing,
Meow, meow.
Oh, the dishwasher is running.
And drip, drip goes the hose.
I know you like this movie.
Overly obsessed, I think.
When all is silent, though...
All I hear is you.
"...I love you, too."

feelin' like a llama
sitting around
eating ham
fenced cage
I know friendly llamas
pretty llama
you know it!
yamas
llamas
spit
fluffy
what you doin'?
llamas
rainbows