i have no name
i have no fame
death is my revise
i long for things
the rest past by
death is my only rise
i'll leave my eyes
i'll leave my heart
tomorrow at the sun rise
to long to wait
so long our ties
but death is our demise.

all my writing is dark when it comes to poems. :storm:

for those who are in my forum he'll never leave my side, this will seem familliar to you:

I see what other don't in you
I know what others forgot about you
My heart is heavy though you are near
Why can't I be close to you
I want to hold you in my arms
I want to be there when you wake in the morning
Your soft skin like roses
Eyes of light
Voice of an angel
I'll never leave your side

thus starts the stalker poems.

very good!!!! :up:

all have a likeness
none are the same
tho they're not foe
no help will you gain

shot by the devil
watched by the lord
tomorrow is coming
tho no soul has scored

today we sit here
at night we will cry
the inoccent sit
while some inoccent die

your familiar is broken
your heart striped and undone
tomorrow the bell toll
will tell you who's won

the war may be over
or just might have begun
the will of one nation
will pull the trigger on the gun

wow, very nice poems
I give you 2 thumbs up :up: :up:
i'd give you more, but I only have 2 thumbs!

cool very cool. i love them, very very good. i love your siggy too, btw.

could you would you
think he's hot
maybe shouldn't
got to stop
hurt you break you
couldn't be
mustn't couldn't
can not be
feel a chlill
he just touched me
yelling screaming
all in my head
broken torn down
wish i were dead
loves her hurts her
won't leave me be
wants to take her
get away from me
gallop run fast
he's still behind
grabed and threatend
is there still time
three lilttle numbers
911
speaking please hold
time i have none
address pourpose
he gonna kill me
where are you miss....
in my dreams, where i should be

loving it loving it! nice job!

he has five but i've got ten
he said now but i know when
he wants to fight but i know he'll lose
he wants to drink but i hold the booze
he says he hates me i said he can stand
he thinks i'm losing but i know he's not a man
he thinks he knows me but i don't know myself
he wants to kill me cause i have his wealth
he lost the bet and i won the gain
he will die tomarrow while i win the game
he says he loves me but i say nothing in turn
he has betrayed me, now i watch him burn

:flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1
he sees the star
2
he knows
3
i want his heart
4
not how it goes
5
he will leave tomorrow
6
i won the bet
7
did you see his eyes
8
it's not time yet
9
do you belive
10
miracels die
11
i think he saw you
12
bell one, now the birds can fly

occ: makes sence to me, how about you?

This isn’t my room
These things on the wall are strange to me
These walls are strange to me
Why are they black when they were once pale purple?
My Mother loves purple; now look at my walls
My dresser, once lined with stuffed animals, is now covered in heavy mail and chains
The poster and banner of Harry Potter is now replaced by a sword rack and Nickleback
The scent of lavender and butterfly garden that used to float here are now gone
Is that iron or blood I smell in the air
A large bat is pinned to the wall, headless, with OZZY stamped on the wing
The carpets are black and dark red unlike the light blue carpet that was once here

As I look at myself in the large black ivory mirror I see myself
I’m as dark as the room
There once big smile, bright eyes and colorful clothing are gone
Replaced by a stern face, dark eyes, and black-as-night robes
What happened to me, when did I change?
The sound of a heartbeat booms from my radio and as I listen the door swings open
My sister is standing in the doorway
“What happened?” she says, a noticeable tremble in her voice. “Who are you?”
As she runs from the room I drop to the floor and feel hell’s hands grasp me
I listen as the heartbeat dies in the night

occ: this actually happened to me, no jokes

I see him out of the corner of my eye
He’s standing there, staring at me
For some reason, those dark black eyes make me feel weary
Something’s coming; I can feel it in my heart
He walks to the scrap pile of wood
His long black hair blowing through the air
He sifts through the pieces delicately removing a square piece from the bin with his strong hands
His eyes gaze upon me once more as he walks towards the table saw
He turns it on eagerly and as the blade whirls
It casts its threatening reflection across his pale skin
Everyone’s watching now
Intently following his gestures as he carefully moves the board in the form of an unknown shape
He hits the power button and the song of the blade dies
We see him angrily rubbing the wood with sand paper as hard as he can with his soft ringed hands
He lunges for the wood burner and scrawls gingerly with his right hand where a definite burn mark is shown
He picks up the wood and walks toward me, those intense black eyes beautiful and gleaming
And hands me the heart with the raven in the middle of a rose ring
After he gives me a peck on the cheek, he leaves

The bell has run to change classes

I have lived here, in this town, for some time
And I’ve walked this path in this place, in this line
Of all of the year, one thing’s surely mine
The woods where I live, I’m home.
The wind in my face, the air I can taste
The life that I live sublime
No matter what sign, what plane, what time
It’s here in the woods, I’m home.
Away from traffic, pollution and lime
Away from the past, before present and time
Where I get away, all alone and it’s completely mine
The woods where I live, I’m home.

occ: this one almost took place but i helped the guy out and he didn't get in trouble or hurt anyone.

I REMEMBER BUT I FORGET WHY

I remember how they teased you
but I forget why they did it
I remember how you were stronger then
but I forget why you turned weak
I remember you were angry and you told me
but I can’t remember my reaction to your pain
I remember you showed me the gun
but I forget why I didn’t take it from you
I remember their bloody bodies on the floor
but I don’t remember I didn’t cry when they took you away
Because your eyes were as black as your heart

In the dark he flashes a mad smile

In the light, a solemn grin

In the dark, he shift those mad eyes on you

In the light, he barely makes eye contact

In the dark, you can hear his shrill screeching

In the light, you hear his timid whistle

In the dark, he feasts on human flesh and blood

In the light, he asks them out for lunch (for a sandwich)

In the dark, he is a demon

In the light, he is my father

I worry when I get a cough
I worry when it gets worse
I worry when my head starts to hurt
I worry when I go to the doctor
I worry when he gives me the diagnosis
I worry when he says surgery
I worry when I get to the hospital
I worry when they sedate me
I worry when I go under the knife
I worry that I might not wake up again

I heard them arguing in the dining room and got a sinking feeling
I heard the slapping and punching blows that came from him to her
I heard the sound of the glass chandelier hitting the floor and her one shrill scream
I heard the police sirens outside and the sounds of his frightened footsteps quickly retreating
I heard the sickening dripping as blood seeped from under the door
I heard the cops yell, “We’ve got him cornered! There’s no place for him to go!”
I heard the guns go off as they shot him to his end
I heard the smack and thud of his body hitting the ground
I heard the preacher speak of her and the crying of her family
I thought I heard her say, “Why didn’t you help me?” as they put her in the ground

if this is getting kinda wierd feel free to tell me and i'll lighten up... for a day

definitely not wierd - amazing is more like it! nice job, keep working!

Good job they have meaning! mmmmm.... :oreo:

all of these are really good

I absolutley love your poems. I'm an accomplished & published writer and believe me when I tell you that you definatley have potential. Keep up your awesom work and never ever lose your edge that you have!

:flowersmile:

^ yeah i totally agree with my poetic partner right above me here! except i'm not published - yet. well i have one poem coming up in the next international library of poetry books, but wateva!

ok heres on that isn't really like the rest but still me ok.

its only in my mind
he looked at me and blew me a kiss
its only in my mind
he grabed my hand and held my waist
its only in my mind
he's kissing me i taste his lips
its only in my mind
that we are sharing this love filled kiss

its only in my mind
his hair waves like an angels wings
its only in my mind
he's graceful like a royal king
its only in my mind
his heart in filled with thoughts of me
its only in my mind
that this is so ment to be

its only in my mind
he looked at her insted of me
its only in my mind
he held her close like he holds me
its only in my mind
he touched her, thats not close to me
its only in my mind
he kissed her right in front of me

its only in my mind
his best friend is here to comfort me
its only in my mind
he thinks i and him are ment to be
its only in my mind
i love him more the he ever loved me
its only in my mind
this new boy is here for me