Passing through

Everytime I get near you
your blood runs cold.
Deeper and deeper your
your love for me is hidden.
Why won't you look at me?
I tried to change. There is
even a new improved me. Your so cold
when I touch you, making me me bleed.
My soul can see into the depths of your soul
and dreams. Your killing me slower and slower, just
kill me faster then now. I weap when you run from me,
It's not my fault your potion wouldn't
work on me. Maybe your chemisty set isn't
working right. This isn't science
baby it creativity.

Your love for me risis to the skin.
Becasue now you know I love you
without chemistry. The magic is
what makes me love you. I'm sorry
that I'm not sorry. This is as lonely as it gets.
Look at my reflection in the
water of the pond.

The halo around your head
is now crooked, like many other
before you. Go and be a star like your
friends before I loose it. I'm a writer, and I'm a poet
I love you but I never show it. I'll wait here in my waiting
chair and wait for you to return
from the dark abyss of space.

I'm done with this one, yeah I knw this story is long, but it
means, your love will come. You just have to wait for the right one.
Don't go looking for her/him. Let them come to you.
Becasue if you go looking you could find the wrong one. If you love someone you'll
wait for them to return from the darkness of space and you'll probably sacrifice the things you love most.

Blinding Us With insecurity

Love is blind, and hate
is fast to react. The madness will
tie you up and make your heart bleed.
Sorrow doesn't want you to see him cry.
All those self concious girls trying to hide
themselves with makeup go and empty out your heart
until your soul bleeds with poetry that is you.
Your doing this to me, someone control me!

Mirrors are decievers and
hatred for yourself will make your
eyes bleed. Doubt will scream in your
ear until your ears bleed with fear. Dispair will
knock on your door like a demented sails man.
The product he sails you don't want.

Your mind is forgetful, but your soul
never forgets. It's the only
one who can save your from
your disgrace. Your mind is pulling you left
and your soul is pulling you right.
Your strong so don't give up yet.

Deaf and Silent

I will escape you and will push
you into the ground.
Your giving up again, what did I tell you?
your not paying attention again.
Your stronger now, so don't give up yet!
You'll get over it, it's not the end.
Your beautiful and you shouldn't stare at
the girls in the pictures their worse off then you.

Your smile is bright and
your laugh is real.
your hands aren't like others.
A very great thing will happen.
Just watch, don't stand on the
side lines your apart of it. This beautiful
night will make it alright.

Your still not getting it?
You have no friends?
You have no smile?
You have no love
and your heart is wild.
Your soul is deaf and silent?
Maybe your the one who's deaf and silent.
Your smile is right their hiding behind your laugh.
Your friends are there just waiting for you.
Your love hides within your heart, maybe you should show it.

i love your poems, you have so many! all good please post more

Thanks....alot. I'll probably put some more up later. Thanks for the complement.

Your bloody eyes

Standing infront of the mirror
you weap. For your eyes are
crying blood. The mirrors
decieve you. The stars lie
to you. Covering your beutiful
face up with make up. The stars are after
you what will you do?

The monster inside is eating you
alive. The pressure is building from
the base of my spine, I know that you are
coming, but so am I. If I have to sin to see
your true grin, I'm going to lie! It's
sucking you dry, the blood is draining from your
bloody heart through your black hole of a soul to
your leaking eyes.
Your heart is peirced like
a spear of hate. You've been deceiving
your soul into beliving it's as ugly as your
make up covered face.

Silent Voices of the Wind

When I sleep I dream and
when I dream I hate
for all I see is you. You
and your hidden face. Air brushed
faces on the covers of magazines make
me sick. It makes me sick that you look up
to these women who make themselves sick
by not eating.

You make me sick when I hear you
call yourself fat or ugly. You make me sick when
I see your eyes bleeding as you stare into the mirror
of deceivers. Criticly looking at yourself like staring is going
to do something except make you feel worse about
yourself then you already do.

Your ears are burning and bleeding when you
hear whispers and silent voices being blown
away into the bursting wind of hate. But
that's all you are anymore,
a ball of hate that keeps bouncing against the
floors of sorrow and insanity.

Well, this one is done. I guess you can tell what this one is about. Moral: Don't look up to fake people. Look up to a family member or someone you admire for being their selves. Because in the end you have to come out as yourself or else you could go insane being someone else. I know these aren't the best of what I have written but I wrote all of it in the wee morning hours. I was going to edit make them better but then I just thought what's the point their perfect in their own simplicity.

lol, I'm so dumb. I'll write more later. My mind has been all jumbled, the wheels turning but the hamsters on vacation. If you catch my drift. So all the non viewers, I'll get more up soon. Either the poetry I write sucks or people don't know it exsists....weird. Oh well.

Hey, i just found ur poem...
was the last one meant for someone?
like a friend or something?

Yeah kind of I can't tell you how many people I know that act like the way I expressed. Alway trying to be someone their not. You know that old story...yeah my poems suck I need to come up with some more.

Doubts of you

The blood inside of you
is covering your felings.
Selling out your feelings
to the hipocrits and stars. Your
killing yourself by doing these things.
Your betraying feelings that should
never had been yours.

You found me driving me crazy
with your shadow hovering over
me like silence. My ears are burning
and bleeding and your soul should
be ripped out! Your heart deserves to rot.
Your mind is taking you over quickly
sparing no time at all. Time, isn't
anything I have. You want me to save
you by giving you my soul.

Been there done that,
i don't want any part of it.
Your soul ran from you now deal
with it. I guess someday you might
steal your soul back, but I doubt it.
Maybe you can go from a star to a planet,
but I doubt it will be soon.

I doubt you like me now,
and I doubt you try to find me
if you get your soul back from the stars.
But I don't doubt that you try to
come into my head and make me feel
guilty, but you need to learn how to
learn from the mistakes you have
so passionatly created.

These poems dont suck!
It has edges...

Edges? By that you mean what? It's edges are dull. Not sharp as they should be. Their rusty and have been worn out.

Well, edges could be good in either way..
sharp or blunt doesnt matter..
Yours is sharp..
it bleeds .. hehe

Black Heart of The Past

Rip out my black heart
and make something of it.
The way it looks makes
my stomach turn. The darkness
that surrounds me is is getting darker.
The light of you that shines is gone
with you to someone else.

Your killing me with the
words of thruth. I hate that
your always right, I hate the ending
of this dark cave of life that
I'm running faster and faster through.

I wish I could take the beginning
of life and shape it, change
it to what I want it to be. But
I can't so rip out my heart and
step on it, just like my soul.
Let me keep my mind so that
I won't be able to think for myself.
Take the black heart of the past and throw
it in that meat grinder.

This is kind of...wel disgusting. But oh well.

Its supposed to be disgusting?

No, most people find my work....gross. I'm only being honest. Throw my black heart into the meat grinder. I like it though.

Well, be proud that they say its disgusting..
I was sorta proud when someone said my one of my FF's disgustin,
and crappy, but it only means tht my plans sorta worked..
ehehe...