~+~



Different.



Look outside the window,
The dirty old world,
The people passing by with out a word,
Walking like the dead,
Confused and terrified.



Sweet and sorrow,
Love and hate,
Vengeance and power,
All of which,
Will never be found.





As I search,
Through the dirty, cracked windows,
I see an image,
It’ll be burned in my mind.
People running around,

Screaming happily.



I look around,
And realize that this –
Isn’t my world,
Full of joy and beauty,
An alternate universe.




~+~

I wrote another one... The numbers 4250 poped in my head - and I just had to make something out of it.


~+~


Easy Money.



I check my pockets,
I find a dime,
I want some more,
I want them – mine.


I need to catch,
The lil’ bus home,
But got no money,
Sit by the phone.


I looked up then,
As people walk by,
Not seeing me,
And eye for an eye.


So then I started,
I stood up ‘gain,
I found my target,
He’ll know it – pain.


I followed the man,
He had brown hair,
I really do think,
That this is fair.


I took out the gun,
I aimed and sighed,
I released the trigger,
The man – he died.


The blood oozed out,
I didn’t care,
I checked his wallet,
And it was bare.


I walked along,
And I was thrifty,
I found a woman (killed her),
42.50



~+~


Tell me what you think!


[Finished: 17/3/05]

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Replaced.

Oh Little Red Book,
Filled with writings of my deepest desire,
Will you ever question me?
Or even mock, the things I write in you?

Can you be trusted?
The one thing that knows me most,
Is this little red book,
That sits on my lap – open and ready.

I take my pen,
And I began to write – feeling unsure,
Can you be trusted?
I ask myself again as I’ve asked you.

I think you’re alive,
You reply due to my request,
And it is this simple task,
That scares me most.

As I question you,
Words appear on your face,
Words of wisdom and wonder,
And questions of your own.


Ones I cannot explain,
Ones, which don’t have answers,
This frustrates me – angers me,
I snap my pen in two.


You’re not human,
You don’t have feelings,
You don’t have an imagination,
Or even sound.

I stand up – you fall to the floor,
Your spine breaks,
I tear at you and crush you
You're worthless now.

But, I have a book mum gave t’me,
Which doesn’t reply to questions,
My special – new book,
Bright Blue.

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*claps claps claps claps* Bravo! I loved them. The first one, too methaphisical (lol, ays the Phylosopher); the money one, startled me, it was good and the rythmes part cracks me up (yeah, I'm morbid); the last, as good as the money one; I couldn't pick a favorite. I especially admire the endings, they are beautiful^^ and the red book, I thought I wold encounter a sappy thing and was so ever surprised! 10/10 just love the sentiment, the very well description of a frustration, hate, pain, and hence humanity *pat in back* You sure are a true artist^^

I really liked your poem Replaced. It reminded me of the diaries that I have kept, and how I always wondered if I could trust a book, or anyone for that matter.
Keep up the good work, all of your peoms are great.

*Faints*...

20 minutes later. *Got woken up by her guniea pig*

Wow. People read it... *Blushesh like crazy* Thanks SO SO SO much. An extra thanks for not thinking these poems are lame... =)

*Runs of to write more*

I feel that way too sometimes. I dunno when i can trust someone or not... people are very strange.

Wrote this just then. A song title popped into my head - and that's where the idea of the poem came from.


~+~


Sick Little Suicide


How selfish can one must be?
To take their own life away,
Use a gun, some pills,
Or jumping off a mountain top.

They leave their life behind,
Not able to deal with it all,
Take the easy way out,
To die and forget.

They forgot about the people,
Those who love them,
Hold them dear,
To a world of nothingness.


But that’s not the case.


Suicide will never be forgiven,
For life is a gift from God,
He molded us using dirt,
Breathed life into us all.

To kill one’s self,
Is to turn our backs on Him,
To forget what He has done,
Reject Him – for eternity.


There is no peace after death,
If suicide is the answer,
For ever and ever they’ll be,
In Satan’s dark, demonic world.


~+~


The song title was Sick Little Suicide by The Mathches.

I'm a Christian, and I think my views on suicide is cleary shown. Sorry if I've offended anyone, it wasn't my intent. What did you think?


Agree? Disagree?...


[Finished: 23/3/05]

well i myself don't think suicide is completely wrong, but i myself do not believe in Gofd so thats where our opinions differ

but anywayz your poems are awesome and good choice of messages to get through to people, keep it up

^ Thanks. =)

I wrote another poem...Enjoy!


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Black and White


Without darkness,

There’s no evil.
But without light,
There’s no hope.


Darkness –
Power and prejudice,
Sadness and sin,
Abandoned and alone.


Light –
Friendship and familiarity,
Cheery and carefree,
Positive and painless.

For there is no such thing as darkness,
Only the absence of light.


~+~


Last two lines where from a friend...good ol' Jono! Watcha think?


[Finished:24/3/05]

that was awesome and the last two lines were a great choice the just sum up the whole thing well done

you're poems rock, my fave is sick little suicide. I have mixed views on suicide, people must think about it before actually doing it and I suppose most of them must know that they'll be going to **** and if they no that and still want to do it then how bad can they be feeling? wow i thought quite a bit there which is unusual for me. information overload *faints*

^ Lol. Myea, sorry for making you think deary! =P

Thanks eveyrone! I'll write more soon... =)

Hmm... I wonder if anyone else is reading these?

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Unrequited



I blame me more than anyone,

That I despise the truth.

I blame me more for this,

No more us, or me or you.



I never thought that I’d miss you,

No matter what’s occurred.

I never thought that you would care,

You’ve never noticed me.



To think that I would ever stop,

This obsession I have with you.

To think that I’d be loved,

A thought so bleak and dim.



You passed away that grim ol’ day,

To dust you then returned.

I passed away that grim o’l day,

To you I then found home.


~+~

I don't think it makes perfect sense! >< A little tune popped in my head, and that's how I came up with this!

[Finished:29/3/05]

*claps* yay sorry i just love that pokey thing lol

^ Lol, glad to know someone is reading my poems! =)

They are very interesting. And somehow entertaining. Like, I wouldn't mind finding a book full of stuff like that.

^ Wow. Lol, I shall publish my works! YAY! It ain't good enough for the bookshops though... =( =P

Another tune came into my head.

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Why?

I don’t know why,

I don’t know why,

With your arms surround me,

I feel like I’m alive.



I don’t know why,

I deserve you in my life,

I don’t know,

The way our life’s to go.



But I’m sure,

You care for me again,

With the pain erased and then,

I still don’t know why.



I’m still so confused,

And I’m sure that’s it’s just me,

Wondering what’s wrong,

I don’t know why.

~+~

Thanks all! This one is weird huh? Well I'm readin 'Looking for Alibrandi' - dunno if that has anything to do with it....

So..does anyone read these? If not no point in me submitting them in! =P Wish me luck for my exams peoples... *dies*

sorry i read them!, good poem "why?" love it

good luck inyour exams

The line "I'm sorry I can't lie", is from a song... not sure which.

~+~

Sorry.

I’m sorry I can’t lie,
Even through my dying days.

I’m sorry I can’t lie,

The wood is set a blaze.



I’m sorry I can’t lie,

I live my life – one more day.

I’m sorry I can’t lie,

This h.e.l.l on earth is where I’ll stay.



I’m sorry I can’t lie,

The flames rise all around me.

I’m sorry I can’t lie,

Restricted, don’t you see?



I can’t lie.

I can’t.

I’m sorry.



~+~

So?

[Finished: 7/4/'05]

*new reader* you poems are amazing! I've read them all but I love "Easy Money" "Black and White" and your latest one rocks!

^ Wow. Thanks! WOOHOO! I gained a reader! My fav has to be Easy Money as well. =]

Sane



If you let your guard down,

Just for one night,

You can lose something precious --

Your Sanity.



Out of your mind,

Out of your way,

To do something stupid,

To Die.



No one cared,

No one realized,

Pain beyond belief,

Death by Strangulation.




[Finished: 10/4/2005]

OMG! you have add soo much since I last was here! *amazed* they are all really great.
keep up the good work!

Thank you so much Angel! Glad you enjoyed them. =]