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GothDude · 07-09-2005, 09:08 PM

Learning from My Past

As the days pass slowly
And the weeks creep by
I find myself onsessing
About ways that I could die.

I lay awake at night
Thinking of my pain.
There's no way it can get better;
I have nithing left to gain.

Suddenly thoughts of death
Are controlling my every move,
And ever battle with my mind
I always seem to lose

I no longer want to be around
The people that I love
All that I can think about
Is what's waiting up above.

I cut my arms with razor blades
To dull the pain inside,
But that can only last so long;
I don't want to be alive.

I manage to keep my composure
When people are around.
They wouldn't understand me
So I don't make a sound.

So I make a plan to take some pills.
It shouldn't take too long.
I write out notes to al lmy friends
To read when I am gone.

I ask my siblings to understand
That life is just too hard.
My mind can't fight it anymore;
My heart is far too scared.

I plan it out so perfectly
I even set the date.
I'm pretty sure I'm ready;
I know this is my fate.

My bed is made up neatly
As I take them one by one.
I start to feel a little scared;
I know I'm almost done.

All that I can think about
Is how I'm letting go,
And how much I love my family.
I really hope they know.

My eyes are getting heavy.
My body feels so weak.
Everything inside is numb.
That's the way it has to be.

I'm glad that my siblings are not here right now
To watch me slowly die,
But still I wish that I could say,
" I love you and good-bye. "

I give in to the darkness.
I slowly slip away.
I hope I go to heaven.
Where dark night turns to day.

I wake up in confussion,
I don't know where I am.
Is this heaven, or is it hell,
The land of the eternally ****ed?

There are people all around
Although I can barely see,
I can hear the soothing voices
Of people dear to me.

My family and friends are here
Comforting one another.
I can hardly make out any words
Until I hear my siblings.

Each tear they cry feels like a knife
Stabbing at my soul.
I let my pain and suffering
Blind me from my goal.

At one point I was determined
To make it through this test,
To lead a life of fulfillment
And to do my very best.

But I somehow lost all sight of that.
I hope they can forgive me.
I promise not to waste
My second chance to live.

I sit up in my hospital bed
Fear coming upon me agian
My twin sis wheels her wheel over to my bed
Like she hasn't seen me in weeks.

I tell her that I'm sorry
For causing her so much strife.
I tell her that I will succeed
In leading a better life

Together we figured out a way
For me to get some help
I know now that I can go to her or my other siblings
Instead of doing it by myself.

I know that it's not over yet;
It's a long road up ahead,
But I appreciate the litle things
Because I could be dead.

I've learned to live each passing day
As if it were my last.
I look forward to the future
And I'm learning from my past.

* This is from personal experience. This is what happened to me about 1 month ago. *

GothDude · 07-09-2005, 09:23 PM

Have a seat in the mold

Have a seat on the mold amd make youself at home

You are now inside my dreams, inside a book, inside a poem

Where anything can happen if you only make it real

Plunge into my waters if you're not afraid to feel.

Take offyou shoes and close your eyes, get ready to scream

Join me in my horror, heres a gun to arm yourself with

Let me share me dreams with you until you figure out the problem

I'll take your through this horror, just stay near

Gather your worries, here everthing makes your fears come alive

Breath the best you can

Imagine a better place

Climb these slipery rocks that will stab you if you fall

You miss the sun

And hate the dark

Get use to it

For you can't get out

Your stuck in my dreams forever

So have a seat on the mold and make this your home forever.

Hermionie*Granger · 07-09-2005, 09:37 PM

Learning From My Past was really sad but it was good all the same. I love all your work, keep going.

Weasly_Gurl · 07-09-2005, 09:38 PM

awsome.keep it up you have one heck of a good talent

~*krista*~

GothDude · 07-09-2005, 09:41 PM

THanks all

I have 12 more poems before I have to write some more

but theres another storm so i got to go

and thanks all

Weasly_Gurl · 07-09-2005, 09:46 PM

awww lucky i wish there was a storm here.ok enjoy the storm.i no i would.LOL.cant wait for more

~*krista*~

OtterySt.Catchpole · 07-09-2005, 10:53 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GothDude

These are some of my poems. You may laugh at me since I'm a guy who likes to write poetry but I take these poems and make songs out of them too, since I play guitar too.

(Just kidding). Like I could judge...I'm a guy and I write romance fics...LOL Love the love though...

Quote:

These dark, lonely woods
My voice echoes off the hollow trees
Hollow, like me

Sounds sad.

Quote:

I scream, but no one hears
I cry, but no one cares
Is anyone out there
Have you forgotten me

*rolls eyes* Tell me about it. I feel like that a lot, especially with my family.

Quote:

I dream everynight
But am I dreaming in a dream
Could it be that I'm lost inside myself
Could it

That's a fair question. But then if you're lost inside yourself then only you can get yourself out no? Forget it, I hate philosophy.

Quote:

I can feel it lost and all confussed

Please, find me
Find my soul
I'm so lost
I can't find my way back

There is screaming
Please get me out of here
There is dissapointment
Please find me

Your poem is really sad, but I like how it captures the confusion of being, *Ottery is wishing someone would save him* I like that, is it a song? I don't know much about poetry, I took a class and promptly forgot everything afterwards...LOL but this poem has a lot of sentiment, and I like that. Back laters.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 03:54 AM

Well the way I look at poetry is angry stratch notes. Anybody can write a poem. There is no such peom that is bad. There are only poems badly written. All poems come from the heart. So if you think a poem is bad it's your point of view, but not the poets.

A Twisted Wicked Fate · 07-10-2005, 03:58 AM

Bravissima!Love the poems.Reminded me when I felt like dieing,one of my many experiences.Love your work as well,keep it up.You are a very skilled poet.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 04:02 AM

Read your work too, M'lady. You are too a skill poet, beyond my work.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 04:24 AM

Overcoming Obstacles

Lost in dark depression
Not knowing where to turn
I opened the windows to my soul
To see what I could learn
I swept up the depression
Scrubbed the sadness and the hurt
I put it all in trash bags
And set them by the curb
I found stashed in a corner
Tucked high upon a shelf
A tresure chest of knowledge
That I could love myself
And wherever my future takes me
I know that I will win
Because I opened the windows to my sould
And let the light shine in.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 04:28 AM

What a child goes through

What a child goes through is hard to explain
We've been through stress, anger, hurt, and pain
Adults know what a child goes through
Because you see, they've been through it, too.

What a child goes through is sometimes insane
Sometimes people offer us drugs like cocaine
And now and agian on dark, scary nights
We hear sirens and gunshots because of gang fights.

Death takes family and friends
Divorce takes them, too
Oh, if you only knew
What a child goes through.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 04:31 AM

It's Free

Life is given as a gift,
So wonderful and new.
We need to live it day to day,
Being careful as we do.
For life can give us many years,
Or only months of days.
Each moment must be savored,
And used in special ways.
Stop and take a moment,
To help the poorer man.
Or teach a child something,
Lend a helping hand.
Small things take but minutes,
And one thing is plain to see:
Great rewards return to you
Give the best of life; it's free.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 04:37 AM

Children's Eyes

What kind of world is it my friend
that little children see?
I wonder if they see God first
because they just believe?

Do they see strength in caring eyes
who watch them as they play-
or maybe love through gentle hands
that guide them on their way?

Do you think they dream of future times
when they would be a king-
or just enjoy their present life
while with their friends they sing?

Do they see the acts of kindness
done for people who are poor?
Is the very best in everyone
what they are looking for?

And when the day is over,
as they close their eyes to sleep,
do they look forward to tomorrow
with its promises to keep?

If this is what the children see,
then it should be no surprise,
the world would be a better place
if we all had children's eyes.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 04:44 AM

Quote:

I don't know much about poetry, I took a class and promptly forgot everything afterwards.

Ability

Ability is to look at a blank page,
And create a poem.
Ability is to stare into the eyes of fear,
And come out stonger because of it.
Ability is to walk into a room of strangers,
And come out with friends.
Ability is to admit you are wrong,
When you are wrong.
Ability is to get back up,
When you fall down.
Ability is to believe,
When everything seems lost.

Ability - a simple word, with a complex meaning.
For many, ability is never found, but for all ability is within.
Ability stares everyone in the face at one time or another.
Whether your ability is how well you shoot hoops,
How well you flip at dancing,
How smart you are at school.
You have ability.
For some, ability is lost by never trying.
Whether never trying to shoot one more time,
Never trying to bend a little more,
Or never trying to score higher in school.

Ability is within.
Ability is yours.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 04:51 AM

An Ode to Shoes

Shiny look-a-alikes are they,
empty night time, full all day,
travel miles along the street,
though they only move two feet.

When I was thirteen
I stepped
Off my mortocycle
Our of my tall black leather boots
And into
Running shoes
Into high school
And high-school track
Into highschool parties
Strutting
Running
Away from the chaos
And back
Strutting
Dancing on stage
While I play and sing my music
Getting looks from the girls
And not the bad ones
and I remember no one cared about them
Nobody notices
Your shoes do so much
The least you could do for them
Is let them rest.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 07-10-2005, 04:57 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GothDude

Well the way I look at poetry is angry stratch notes. Anybody can write a poem. There is no such peom that is bad. There are only poems badly written. All poems come from the heart. So if you think a poem is bad it's your point of view, but not the poets.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to imply that your poem was bad *Ottery's thinking what a poor writer he is if he can't get his point across clearly*

I meant to say it seemed sad, that was the sentiment it echoed to me, not that that's a bad thing, I'm sad sometimes and I love reading heartbreak stories when I'm sad (something about wallowing in sorrow) but that's just me.

But I have to disagree with you there are bad poems, if you don't believe me you should go to the fic 'Until Death Do Us Part' where I wrote a poem for my friend Shannon...LOL, it's worse than bad. I'll stick to writing fics, I'll leave the poetry to the poets, like you. Again I'm sorry I didn't mean to imply your work was bad, and I would be a poor judge anyways. Sorry.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 05:01 AM

The Essence of Adolescence

I yelled at my brother yesterday
' Cause he told me I'm going through
A difficult age
And I'm not.
So I slammed my door exra hard
When I got up to my room.
And then I yelled at God for a while
Just for good measure
' Cause he made it snow but
Wouldn't close school.
Besides
He parked that **** streetlight
Just where
He knew it would shine in my eyes
Every night when I'm trying to sleep.
And I yelled at the light, too
' Cause it's too bright
And besides
It lights up the snowman
That the kids next door made.
I was too old to make a snowman this year.
But that's okay
I've always hated snowmen anyway.
I yelled at the snowman, too
Before I sat down at my desk
Where this old box was sitting...
It had a bunch of
Stupid treasures from when I was little.
Iside was a cotton ball
And some acorns, a dead bee
My eraser collection, and a pen
That had my name on it.
I picked up the bow and
Threw it away
' Cause it's dumb to keep that sort of stuff
I put my quitar and music
On the desk instead.
I have to keep my priorities straight.

Then I got home from work today
And I sat down at my desk
I looked for my box.
It wasn't on my desk or in the trash
' Cause today was garbage day
And I sat back and I guess,
I started to cry.
It's too complicated being mad at the world.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 05:02 AM

No I wasn't sayin you said that
Just implying.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 05:12 AM

The Two Roads

There was a path
Deep in the woods.
Once it forked-
The bad, the good.

I chose to take
The left-hand path,
I did not know
I had no map.

Now this road that I travel
Is dirty and battered.
It's littered with dreams
That are broken and tattered.

Paved with wrongdoings
And dotted with hearts,
That were taken from people
And just torn apart.

Pain and regret
Are common here.
Wherever you turn,
They're always near.

I want to cross
To the other path,
And leave behind
This painful wrath.

I thought I was forever
doomed to walk.
And all the gates
were tightly locked.

But as I continued,
A footbridge I could see.
A Bridge of Hope
called out to me.

Slowly I crossed
to the path of good.
Finally I was on the path
Of which I thought I should.

Now hidden deep
Withing the woods.
The one that forked;
Paths bad and good.

I once was wrong,
But now I'm right.
And before me
Glows a guiding light.

Altered by
A little step.
So close to falling
In a darkened depths.

But I was finally
Pulled to hope.
I found that footbridge,
And learned to cope.

My simple mistake
Following the crowd.
Ignoring the heart
That speaks so loud.

The choices you make
Can change your life.
One will bring you happiness,
The other brings strife.

Following the crowd,
Won't lead you to right.
If you follow your heart,
You'll be guided by light.

There was a path,
Deep in the woods.
Once forked-
The bad, the good.

Heed my warning,
Because I know.
Follow your heart-
You know where to go.

A Twisted Wicked Fate · 07-10-2005, 05:18 AM

Ah love the new work.Post more!I am going to post summore in a minute as well.Just got back on......good wrok again!

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 05:41 PM

Suspicion

A teenager-
Closley watched by store security
As to avoid any kind of larceny
Through his eyes the kid is surely a thief.
He surveys his every move
Waiting for the act
So that he can catch him and set him straight.
Straight, unlike his tousled dark-black hair
He shakes his head in disapproval
Does he expect people not to stare?
Impossible

With his black pants
Baggy; too-wide
black boots
topping it off, with nothing at all;
baggy black shirt, much too big
Thick silver chains,
his pants jewelry no doubt
Make it easy to keep track of his wherabouts
Thanks to the annoying sound they chime

They look ridiculous, as though enslaving him,
Forcing him to go out in public as he does
And yet, he seems confident,
Proud of his image
Security guard wonders when he'll grow up
He paces back and forth -impatiently
As if waiting for him to make the change
to "maturity"
Before even exiting the store

An adult-
Walks by with grace and class
Lengthy blond, businesswoman in designer clothing
Avoiding eye contact,
Dodging shoppers,
Heading directly towards the back of the aisle

The security guard suddenly rememebers his objective
And searches for the young boy who seems to have
cleverly slipped away
He listens for the sounds of the chains
But everthing is instantly drowned out
By the noise of the alarm system
JUSTICE.
With a smirk of satisfaction, he turs to face
the scene, to catch a glimpse
of the culprit

And as she lowers her blond head
in shame,
The black-headed teenager pays for his
Candy.

GothDude · 07-10-2005, 05:44 PM

That's all the poems I have for now

I'm writing right now

so I hope you like

and I love your feedback

lexy91112 · 07-11-2005, 03:54 AM

First of all: WOW. Seriously, I'm in an odd state of awe XD
Second, before i forget: Suspicion had a really great message and plot (if you could call it that XD) I really liked it!
Several of those poems meant alot to me, and all of them hit hard. Would it be corney to say I...started crying when i read Learning From My Past? I know, i'm such a softie! (and i was listening to Untitled by Simple Plan so that probably didn't help any XD) But I'm sure that was really hard for you to write and I applaud you for doing so with such grace.

I know from experience that sometimes, it's really hard to say what you want to--write what you want to. For me, I just have this feeling inside or this point I want to get across. What you said about everyone can be a poet, I belive is somewhat true. The part that determines whether you are a poet or not is if you can get that feeling or point across on paper. And you did an amazing job.
They're all extremely poignant (New word, had to use it!) and well written--i love how you manage to add rhythm and rhyme without making them corney--a skill i have not aquired (that's why i write free verse XD)
I loved, Children's Eyes, It's Just the Way We Are, Another Statistic, Somewhere In The Middle, and The Two Roads--along with several others.

You're an incredible poet--keep up the amazing work!

GreatestSeeker143 · 07-11-2005, 04:09 AM

LOL Candy! I like the one about the shoes too, it makes me miss my first pair of hot topic boots. LOL Anyway, you get better every time Dave. I know about the whole sitation with a particular blonde haired boy and purple haired girl. I feel awful. PAMS!!!

Regina

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