New poem... no name. just a friendship poem

i will take your loves
your hates your likes
and make them mine

we will share fears
heartfelt feelings
and maybe tears

i will hold your hand
and dry your tears
always there to stop your fears
i do all this because you are my friend


this poem (c) me

Awesome poem

What do you think of it?

Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger held in my chest

Uphill struggle
Blood sweat and tears
Nothing to gain, everything to fear

It's from linkin park

Gone and Missing

Why did you leave?
Why did I crumble?
Why did you shake?
Why did I fumble?

Is it I?
Or was it you?
I feel so horrid
Please tell me it’s not true

That you’ve really gone away
Turned your back on me
Didn’t you say you’d be there?
So how can you not see?

My heart is breaking
And for the loss of you, I’m teared
Loss of one of whom I loved
One of whom has disappeared

Can’t you start to understand?
Will you never know?
My mind is crumbling because of you
But still I’ll never let it show

You’ll never see
For I hide it well
The pain you caused me when you left
Trapped inside this burning hell

Save me, if you dare
I know that you’ll not come
Still I want to just believe
That the loneliness has not won

But I’m only fooling myself
Everyone else can plainly see
That you are gone forever
You so cruelly leaving me

I though this fits so well with my poem:
“I tried so hard to tell myself,
That you’re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along”
-Evanescence: My Immortal
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Blood on my hands

I once gave my thughts to someone
Showed them what it was like to be me
But they didn't nderstand
They just coldn't see
What I was thinking

I lost control
Then I left
Leaving torn walls
And a trail of death

Then I realized
I couldn't stay away
So I came back
But not to stay

I realized soon that
My mess was not clean
As I had intended
Instead the blood
of the ones I loved
not the blood i intended

Soon more blood was spilt
as I tried to explain
and rage again reigned
and I was to blame once more

and now the ones I love
I told them they were liars
And now I'm paying for my mistakes
Some of the recovered
But some did not
Paying dearly as I face this head-on
There's no running from
The blood on my hands

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Imaginary

Paper flowers
Glass skies
Silver grass
And faded dreams

My world's not shattered
It's only partly dark
You have no proof that you've
Shattered my heart

Pain never shows
Neither does hate
We are all puppets
In the hands of Fate

Let me live
Let me cry
Let me free
Let my fly

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Thank You

This is a poem I wrote in honor of Thanksgiving:


There's a chill in the air.
The trees are all bare,
And I'm smiling at memories from over the years.
Some are good.
Some not so great.
Millions of tears have fallen into place.
Friends; I have many.
Family; I love them so dearly.
I know they're all here for me when I look into there eyes.

Thankful,
Thankful.
Yes, I am thankful.
Thankful for the heart of every man.
Thankful,
Thankful.
Yes, I am thankful.
Thankful because I know even if your far,
You're still holding on to my hand.

The hardships we face,
We can over come.
I know we have each other,
And our ties will never truly be undone.
No heart in this world is ever really alone.
There's always who loves us;
Not only back at home.

Thankful,
Thankful.
Yes, I am thankful.
Thankful for the spirit in every tree.
Thankful,
Thankful.
Yes, I am thankful.
Thankful for the rocks that have hardened my feet.

Each of us are different.
We often times disagree.
I like it better that way.
It's better to just be me.
Though we mat hate,
Or be hurt by another.
But remember this;
She is your sister,
And he is your brother.

Thankful,
Thankful.
Yes, I am thankful.
Thankful for what lies beyond a shooting star.
Thank you,
Thank you.
Thank you dear creator.
Thank you for making us who we are.


Hope you liked it. Happy Thanksgiving!!! =D

Fighting

You can see me falling
And yet you walk away
You said you’d always love me
Until my dying day

But now that I’m crying
You want no part of me
You said you’d always be there
But that’s not what I see

I see a broken promise
I see a twisted soul
I see that my broken heart
Has finally reached its toll

And yet I keep on fighting
I fight to stay alive
Because until I see your face
I refuse to die

My soul will fight against my heart
Until I’ve lost my mind
You’ll return me to myself
But you are not so kind

You close my eyes and walk away
You watch me struggle and fight
But you do not lift a finger to help
When I’m crying through the night

So until you open my eyes
And let me see your face
Then I will keep on fighting
Just to learn my place



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Darkened Poison

I open the bottle
Toss away the lid
My hands wobble
Why would I do this- just as a kid?

The liquid runs through my mouth
Sticky and sweet
So unhealthy
But the taste can't be beat

My heart begins to slow
My eyes begin to close
My breathing is becoming shallow
I'm slipping away

I tried something when I was a kid
It was in a bottle, cold and wet
And now I lay, cold and dead
On a sidewalk, all alone

No one noticed
Because of that darkened poison
That I tried
I tried to sob
But then I died.


Thi is a song about a girl who tried a drink she found on the road- she didn't know what it was, but it looked like coke, o she tried it. And then she died... Yes very emo. I know. And sorry, Jin, I stole your copyright quote because I too am apart of Dissapearing. =] And that quote? I'm working on making myself a siggy with it.

"When we all know light as light, there arouses a recognition of darkness; When we all know darkness as the unknown, we decide that darkness equates to evil; When we all know evil as evil, we begin to recognize good; and with good, we associate light, which is pure; and in purity, we begin to realize that darkness, to, can be pure, just not in the way we have come to know." -me


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Autumn

I look out my window
Longing to feel the sweet breath of the autumn air on my skin
I press my fingers to the glass
It’s so thin…
But still a barrier between me and the grass.

I close my eyes
Imagine the dew soaking into my sweatshirt
A warm hand on mine
Hearing the crunch of leaves beneath our feet.

The crunch of leaves
The smell of trees
The wind breaths
Filling this world with colorful leaves.

"When we all know light as light, there arouses a recognition of darkness; When we all know darkness as the unknown, we decide that darkness equates to evil; When we all know evil as evil, we begin to recognize good; and with good, we associate light, which is pure; and in purity, we begin to realize that darkness, to, can be pure, just not in the way we have come to know." -me


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The Pain of My Memories

I can't help but smile
When the rain touches my skin
And drowns me now
Forever in sin

The pain I forgot
Comes flowing back
All the terror I caused
And the death for my pack

My smile fades
As I fall to the ground
My soul racked with torture
As the rain pounds and pounds

The rain keeps on falling
As I cry in pain
I cry tears of agony
My tears mix with the rain

My spirit is fading
As the memories of the horror I once was
It kills me inside
It does just because

If I die now
Then the torture will end and so will my pain
So instead of my tears
Their blood mixed with the rain

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Great Poems

The Night has a Thousand eyes

by Francis William Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.


Not in Vain

by Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.


How did you die?

by Edmund Vance Cooke

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it.
And isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there- that's a disgrace.
The harder you'rr thrown, the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;
It's how did you fight and why?

And though you be done to death, what then?
If you battled the best you could;
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the factthat you're dead that counts,
But only, how did you die?


Invictus

by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.


"When we all know light as light, there arouses a recognition of darkness; When we all know darkness as the unknown, we decide that darkness equates to evil; When we all know evil as evil, we begin to recognize good; and with good, we associate light, which is pure; and in purity, we begin to realize that darkness, to, can be pure, just not in the way we have come to know." -me

I Wished Upon a Star

“I wish to run and not walk
I wish to skip and not fall
I wish to look into the sky
And not see a building standing tall”

I wish to be the only one to understand
I wish to break the earth in my hands
I wish to know everything the earth could be
If we only saw the beauty

I wish to find a green forest
And walk into the trees
I wish to fly into the sky
And wonder at all the things to see

I wish to be the greatest,
The sweetest animal
To look in different eyes
And see it all

I wish to swim the ocean
And never be drowned
I wish to hide anywhere
And see how long it takes to be found

I wish to know
I wish to understand
I wish to feel others pain
So that I can show a gentle hand

I wish to love and help others
To be the finest friend
To look into their eyes
And see a never ending end

I wish upon us all
The joy of all the joys
To be the only one
To wish upon a wishing voice

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