Danielle, oh my god..that last one you wrote is SO good! You impress me with the amount of emotion you get through in your poetry. I can tell that each of these poems are influenced by something you went through without even really asking you, just because of the amount of feeling I get when reading each poem you make. Great work!
Awwww love, you'll find it... just gotta reach deep down and pull it about from your mind. Say words and metophers you'd be afraid to even write down... it's what I do.
My secret wound: Now the story is told, of the girl who was down pulled. The father of mine in nonchollant rage, Disbilef and a breath drawn away- Turn the page... Tears almost in my eyes, Bite my lip trying not to lie. Best told with thing cleared in my own head, Got my lines straight and left nothing unsaid. Said how it happened, By my own boyfriend.... Couldn't remember much, My mind was shut. Scared and blind, Shoving him off with no excuses to find. Didn't tell a soul because to me, it was no big deal, but it was in reality. It scared me to the point of lost purity, Falling on my back for some real kind of intimaticy. Before any action with a flame, I am loveable and full of game. Too soon or too late with bees, My whole body runs off and flees. I haven't been able to figure out yet why that was, Until a day when everyone told me what that rape does. Hadn't a clue it was anything at all serious, But even now I sit here dalerious. So now that I told my father, and now that we un-farther, I feel a little more clean and free. I hope that my mental diease will go away, "Time heals all wounds." Most would say. So you all know my secret wound, The pain that I didn't even know which I was doomed. Friends or foes, All or any which of those.... You all now know... My secret wound....
Following: Follow the dotted line... Can you see my design? Ooh... Now look at this beautiful picture, The pretty girl in the mirror With the tears of jade. A heartbroken to be made, Sour basing in the perfume, Smell the disastor of doom. Now sit. Ooh... Ooh... Oohh ohh ohh.... Here on this ledge looking down upon the people. Their dead walk beside them, their minds too feeble... To understand. The way... Dancing under a waterful of stars, Trying to find what we can call ours. Here on are own, we can hardly candone Ourselves. Always wondering lost in gloomy atomosphere, In doubt of where we belong here. Walk with me To find where you're suppose to be. Emapthy can only go so far..... This I say to me.
#######. I've lost myself almost completely. Hating what I see oh so deeply. Poked and proded like a lab rat, but only guys who enjoy that. Given the reasons and my vaild excuse You dismiss it as it of no use. I said it not as a lie, But of one reason of why I want to die. Brings me down and I didn't know why, Until I found out and it made me cry. I did a blades mark just for you, Like I did for many others, and you know it's true. I'm not going to stand around any longer, To help you understand. I've lost myself for the last time. I don't care if you believe me, I don't care if you aren't there. Nor do I give a #### if you love me or not. I've had too many guys like you, Take not to an excuse of good reason. I was rapped, you don't know me, So don't judge it like the others. I warned you, And you didn't take it too. So now suffer in self pity, In either self hate or grugdes. This is your loss for not understanding it better, For not giving me a chance to cool down. I explained it... I gave it time.... I'm restless for this stress, For this repeating thing from guys.... Not only is this the last time I'll lose myself, but this is the last chance lost by you. I'm gone. Whether you care or not. current mood: angry
yeppers. danielle, youre like ####### good!!! i wish i could write like that... oh well i might get over it. im glad i have people to write for me, though, because youre poems/lyrics are what i want to say. wow!
It's all what I feel, nothing made up like some people do. It's straight foreward and I won't bullshit. If you'd like me to write something for you I can. Just give me the situation and I'll have it done.
Thighs so lushish you'd lick them like sugar. Eyes colored to perfection and a sharp like a dager. Stomach flat and a chest round. Hair soft and a rump like no other. Now does this give you the right to touch it? You dated, then lost me, but you don't get it. I'm not for yours to play, nor anything.... ------------- I'll finish this later. I feel sick right now.
Children of the Rave. Dancing in a sea of lights, Flashing by with sighs and sights. Beating of bass in the ears, Lovely rythem to wash away fears. Takes you away in seconds of it's sound. Let it plusate in your vains and around, This is the land of dreams, Land of Disc playing gods, and court of sweet kids with beads. Girls swing their hips, Boys pop and lock planting hands Skip and dips. Feeling free with a little Smilie, Taste the glow, Feel the love. This is the P.L.U.R. union We are the children of the Rave.
They're called KandyKids Or you can just call 'em Ravers. I, on the other hand, am a Graver. Gothic Raver, yeap..... B) Look at me and my bad self, OH YEA! xp
Crusing Yourself. Clenched my fists so hard today My plams red and looked to bleed. After time you get warey of the same old #### Point you literatly break down Cry out to god why it's all going wrong.. Sreaching through memories to find your damnanation. Can't find a thing so you sit there and listen... To your own tears. Walking through the halls, Through high school and malls. Picking out your targets and innocents Ready to take aim then you stop and you think, Hey that's me. What a day, What a ######'' day.
A Sigh Among Giving up Hope: I wash my face and wipe away the makeup. I sometimes wish that it could be me, and disappear. Come laudrary day, I could just ... go away. I'm gone every few days in as many ways as I can possibly be. Sit in a puddle along side my dog thinking of dreams to not come true. One would wonder at times that she's my only true love but lord knows that one day he'll come along and take her away.... one of his seem to be great past times for me. Watch as honey bees pass my path, buzzing with chicks And much green in hand. Can wish all I want for a warm hug, Or even a kiss that I won't forget, but sometimes... All I can do is sigh and give up hope on a candle. I'll drop eveything, lose what I need but not bleed a tear, or even slit a line. A little self contorl and I'll be fine. So to seem I'll just wait, until I relocate... -Again. For my prince chraming and a few good things, That and some unseen things. I'm still bothered and boggled... And floating on this dream, Of what these few goods things. And Sighing Among Giving up Hope.