Suicide Dorm... Don't ask


Watching this girl...
everlasting hope
Fading away
hangman's rope

Paperclips here
Safety pins there
A menagerie of hurt
Mutilating care

Shadows upon the wall
Made by her form
Getting ready for the fall
Suicide dorm

Eyes shutting tight...
Preparing for death
Something's not right
Steady your breath

Eyes opening wide
The ropes all frayed
Intervening someone
Her death has been stayed

She thinks it's a sign
From a god from above
Sweet little girl
Give thanks to my love

Knowing your plan
I fled to your room
I cut through the rope
Knowing you'd assume...

Your faith is restored
You're happy again
That's all that ever mattered
To me...your best friend


This is the last poem I will ever write. Ever. I'm done, I'm through, I can't write anymore. My poetic muse is gone and I'm left in shambles.

...the second to last line didn't synchronize...screw it.

That was a great poem. You shouldn't stop writing

my entire body is covered in goosebumps. You have a definite talent!

I do agree with these 3 dear that you have a talent. If you have lost your muse though I certainly understand the frustration. but yet seems to me that you want to write more otherwise why would you dedicate an entire thread to the last poem? find a new muse if you wish.

I do want to write more.. but as soon as I start writing everything turns out to be a mess...

This poem was an exception... I felt it running through my head... and I just wrote it... not knowing really what I was writing... am I forcing myself too much...

... You guys are right... maybe I should keep trying...

No... I'm going to keep trying... you guys have given me incentive I really thought this poem was off... but now... wow... I feel uplifted.. Thanks guys ^_^ **Huggles them all**

Beautiful far better then anythin ever written by me...you're inspiring by far Keep writing...but only if you want to

I'm going to try... I hope I can do this... **mulls over new passing muse**

can I give you some advice? I think maybe a new style of writing might do you some good. Try reading some poetry and chosing some that inspires you and then imitate the flow but not the words. Even if you think it's crap or uninspired you will have still stepped into something new. it helps me at times, others not but it can do no harm.

I think i'm going to try that.. I've been meaning to get into free form... or maybe just something without rhyme in it...

Rhyming get's too confined... keeping the rhythm of the rhyme is hard too because sometimes I want to elaborate but I can't because then it ruins the symmetry of the poem...

arggh I'm going to try and do this.
Thanks for the advice **Gives huggle**

Some old poems I don't think I put up yet...


Immaculate Delirium... um don't ask... I don't know where I got the title from

I'm trapped, trapped I say
In a world full of clinking locks
And rolling numbers
Of authority figures filled with corruption
And in a generation of arrogance
A concentration camp
Meant to ruin the mind
Hidden in the unpleasant concealment
Of willing education
When in reality
It's a place of deception
A place of imprisonment
The monotonous foreplay of haggard life
Where all you can do
Is try and and survive
but still countless souls fall under
To drown in the midst of chaos
As the rest unknowningly trample over them
Seduced by the wicked enticings
Of decieving hallucinations and misconceptions
Hurrying to fill their empty minds
Never realizing the morbid truth
As they clutch at the immaterial sancity of their beliefs




Overflowing sadness

I want to embrace the world in my own tears
Soaking it with my sadness
So that the oceans may overflow and weep with me
So that the people may know..
And weep with me...
but, in truth, they'll only weep for their own sorrow
Never for mine..
I just want someone to look at me
I want the world to be in my hand
An everlasting illuminating light
Shining as bright as the sun
Outshining the darkness in me
However...
The taint of red splasshed across my heart...
The stain of darkness deep within my soul
Will never wash off.. not even with my consecrated tears...
All I ask for is that someone weep with me
Sharing in my pain and sorrow
That's all I ask for...
Nothing more..
Just for someone to comfort me..
And tell me that I'm not alone...

botched up science (Don't ask)


Cloistered classroom
Despicable hate
Loathing unnoticed
Open the gate

Let anger out
Rape with your words
but no matter what
Just try to endure

Revel in their pain
Glorify in madness
Care not for what they say
Take joy in their sadness

Never cry for them
Shut out their screams
Just lock yourself up
In delusional dreams...


good or no??? I have no idea. I wrote this in my science class.. my teachers name is bottjer, he tells us to call him botch... now can you see the signifigance to the title?



Not My Cup of Coffee


Life's all sadness and despair
Not my cup of coffee
No
Just walking along this world weary road
Following all my lines
A puppet being led
To the slaughter like a lamb


(Old poem... nonsensical... unless you know what goes on in my head...)


Puppeteer

bring me to insanity
My precious puppeteer
Spew our your profanity
To all that you hold dear
but drop the strings just once
And I'll try and run away
Only to be caught once more
To again be led astray....

Not my cup of coffee and puppeteer are mirror poems... they sort of reflect each other in meaning.... ok I'm done

Melted streets and crosswalk jams fill my mind
Walking aimlessly through the heavy crowd
Something I can't pinpoint, can't seem to find
Words I can't bring myself to say aloud

A feeling left wholly unsatisfied
An emotion that brings me to my knees
Dare I say love? It's already been tried
It's a feeling lost to the wanton breeze

It is an irritating desire
Leaving me behind with a scar of doubt
burning within is this heated fire
Longing for lips to lips and mouth to mouth

but never will we take this unborn chance
To take part in this circling lover's dance.


...well how was it?? be gentle, this is my first time writing in iambic pentameter.

For those of you who don't know what iambic pentameter is, it's a poem with 3 groups of four lines and an ending rhyming couplet. The 3 groups of four lines has to have a rhyming scheme that skips like::

Cat
mar
Hat
char ^_^

so the girl writes again. :p

good for you!

[color=royalblue] You shouldn't stop writeing! i love your poems! PLEAS DON'T STOP!!!!

Silentanastasia... I LOVE YOU!!! **Huggles gratefully**

Hmm me gotta give you a nickname... Silent-chan?? Ana-chan?? Which one do you like the best??

Thanks babydevil **Gives huggle**

You really write great poetry. I have enjoyed your words, specially the style. I like them very much.

Thanx arcole I've just been in a huge emotinal rut and I thought my muse left me.. it appears I was wrong...

I should've stopped trying to force my writing... **bright smile** And now I just write down the words when they come...

^_^;;; I have no idea what style I'm using.. I'm just doing anything heheheh.

Not good enough

An ending need to cherish
A craving wish to hold
desperately needing you with me
Something to behold

I have no words to describe
Just needing only to love
Someone as pure as you
An angel from above

A winged white seraph
Too pure for the likes of me
beginning to hate, to resent
that I can't hold you lovingly

I'm too dirty for you
Almost devilish in my ways
You're way too good for me
So why am I held (in) sway

Why can't I let you go
Just fly away from you
I don't want you anymore
but my feelings are too true

wishing now to discard
these feelings hated despised
but finding that I can't
(I'm) too entranced by your eyes

damn, why can't you go to hell
why can't you just die
Why am I feeling like this
Why do I want to cry?

I'm caught in this web of mine
trapped in the strings of my heart
why can't I throw you aside
it's tearing my soul apart

That's it! I'm leaving you behind
I can't bear this anymore
no matter what I feel inside
I have to say goodbye

So goodbye my little angel
I love you so damn much
but this love for you I find
Is just not good enough


Mommy's doll

I see it all so clearly now
I have no say in what I do
You decide and plan my life
And nothing you say is true

Why give me the illusion
Of deciding my own life
When you're making it all for me
And creating only strife

What can I do but sit here
and remember only your lies
repeating them over and over
Deep inside of my mind

am I only your puppet doll
here to amuse only you
am I something to play with
Just "something" for you to do?

No! I won't take it anymore
My life is mine to live
Not something for you to play with
And not for you to give

Give me back my life
I will no longer be your doll
I will no longer be your puppet
I want to be your daughter now

So mommy please just understand
the time for growing up has come
unchain me from this childish leash
and give me back my freedom

Bleak existence

don't try anymore
feel like i'm falling
why can't I die
it's not that apalling

Just give up my life
just give up my dreams
nothing to hold me down
nowhere to be seen

disappear from earth
wipe out my existence
forget me right now
engulf me in darkness (forget innocence)

there's nothing for me now
nothing for me here
only silence is heard
only silence is feared

Now there is nothing (nothing anymore)
my words are shut out
my pleas are unheard of
And all returns to doubt

but in the end doubt
Is all that I hold
shivering and crying
In this bleak cold