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People change,

as the twisting winds switch their course.

Guys can come and go,

but my love comes from a higher source.



Hurricanes may hit,

but trees grow back again.

Rage and pain hurt so much,

but over time they'll become a stain.



Like the trees whisper,

they carry the secrets of the world.

Girls will gossip without doubt,

but my secrets stay my own.



As the water runs,

it screams for mercy from mankind.

So will ourselves,

we are our own destruction.



Every trait of nature,

will create more.

Every trait of man,

is greed and destruction to the core.

A life has been lost.

A soul trapped.

But one can live without these things.

Their feelings may wither and bleed;

Their happiness fade,

And their body may decay,

Soon they them selves are wiped away.

But like I said....

One can live without a life and soul,

but they won't be able to be with the other one.

And to become whole...



September 14, 2009

We wander without destination,

with our dissatisfaction tucked beneath our smiles and our jokes;

But there must come a time,

when we have to wake up from this big hoxe.



Even though we try to make it last forever,

we are not able to keep everything inside;

The time we are wasting on this stupid roller coaster/ merry go round,

it's pointless, at the next stop, I'm getting off this life consuming ride.



We had our fun,

and now it's time to call it a day;

Come with me,

and we will celebrate our release this May.



May 16, 2010

Don't watch me

I don't want to be known.

When I die,

I know I'll be completely alone.



People say I am mean,

but if I was, I'd have to be made of stone;

And after I die,

I promise, you'll see me sitting on a throne.

Listen closely to what I say,

for without you, One Girl might disappear today.



One Girl loves her mother very much,

she prays every night and and smiles in her sleep.

One Girl doesn't have a mother,

but she knows she's like her, inside, very deep.



One Girl respects her family and does what is right,

she does her work and never raises her voice.

One Girl disagrees with her family,

she cares what others think, and pleases the boys.



One Girl has a name and wears it proudly,

shining it always.

One Girl has a name, but hides it,

she feels shame and has lost it, after her time passes.

One Girl walks among us, flaunting her way,

One Girl hides behind her, denying her nature every day.



How many Girls do you see?

My smile is sat,

my eyes have dimmed;

And I have no more bounce in my step,

I seem so bummed.



My life is lonely,

My soul feels caged.

And my once beating heart,

has lost it's beat.



I seem so aged,

My sides are bare.

My secrets untold,

and no one's there to wipe away my single glistening tear.

I seem cold,

Yet I walk, talk and I see.



September 14, 2009

May I look back,

On those special days we had?

Is it a possibility,

to smile at your memory?



To cry over you,

and do nothing but lie in bed,

Tis an autrasity,

Do you not see?



With a dying heart, I let go,

speechless and empty.

I shall not miss you so,

And let no one give me pity.



At the loss of my shadow and soul,

I shall not fall and weep;

As I drift to sleep, my heart grows cold,

and I do not wake from this depressant sleep.

The sun and moon shall fall tonight,

the stars will dim, cause the fir's burnin' out.

The oceans and forests disappear,

as the horizon disintegrates before our very eyes.



As I look at you,

I fall in love all over again.

So many times I have looked at you,

So many times I could look at you.



How can I forget,

all the pain you caued, and the heart you broke?

Why can't I cry over,

the things you have and haven't done?

I want to drown you,

with the tears you've caused.



What should I do,

when you look at me?

What should I do,

when I look at you?

What could I ever do,

to talk to you again?

What would you say,

if I told you the truth?

Would you leave me,

if I told you what I did?

How stupid am I,

to believe you would stay?

Three ticks of the secondhand,

the equivalent to three thoughts thought second;

I sometimes think of what happens,

And sometimes I wish I didn't know.

But the truth is I do,

And a lie is that I do something about it.

As I go on day by day,

I forget her more and more.

I stopped crying over her,

and now all I do is reject her presence.

Most people grow up without her,

and those who don't also reject her.

I grew up without her,

and I don't need her now.

She may be the woman who bore me,

but not the one that nurtured me.

Maybe one day I'll forgive her,

but until that day comes, she's dead to me.

Tears run fown my thoat,

not my face.

They go down to my heart,

and make it hurt.

Tears run through my veins to my arm,

and I write through the tears I cannot cry.

Peace hides from me.

Happiness runs from me.

Serenity eludes me.

And yet I go on.

Fights persue me.

Sadness follows me.

Torment and Misery can always find me.

And yet I go on.

I keep losing Love.

I can't find Belonging.

I still search for passion.

And Yet I still go on.

I go on because I don't know how to stop.

Your parents think it's nothing,

your teachers can't help you.

It consumes your mind,

even now it's whispering in your ear.



Your friends tell you it's not true,

that you're beautiful and nice.

In their eyes you're great,

but it's got you in a vice.



You go to the counsler,

but it tells you they won't listen.

The counsler tells you what to do,

but it erases the information given.



It makes you starve yourself,

and wear baggy clothes.

You'll feel fat and lazy,

like you've eaten too much tacos.



It'll turn your reflection,

and turn you reclusive.

You start to put more make-up on,

hiding your face, causing tension.



It rejects your happiness,

and turns away your friends.

You'll stop going to social events,

thinking about the message it sends.



It hurts the ones you love,

and hurls you into a pit of depression.

Your peers start to notice,

and they try to change your expression.



If they try, it rejects them,

nothing they can do can defeat it.

Then you feel their pain,

and start to climb the pit.



You look for your friends,

and treat them to pizza.

You think your acting out,

but your friends reassure you.



When you get home you look in the mirror,

and wipe off all the make-up.

You realize your mistake of mind,

and call the boy who hit you up.



After you get off the phone,

you'll go and eat your heart out.

You won't throw up, or work out,

even go upstairs and out.



You've destroyed it,

but don't forget it.

Just keep your friends and family,

and you'll be you again, bit, by, bit.

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ScarletTease
23:45 Aug 01 2011

This was my first poem, the first finished one anyway... I wrote it about 3 years ago, so it isn't that good, but I want honest opinions!

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demi
19:11 Aug 03 2011

It may be 3 years old but it was your perspective at the time. I love poems like this that makes you remember things you felt from the past.



Glad you posted it.

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