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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 5:12 pm
Ok I'll start
Stabbed through the heart one thousand times,
Can you hear me now I'm dying,
You hear me scream again and again,
But it doesn't matter in the end.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 12:19 pm
Let me give it a shot. (It rhymes...beacuse that's the only kinda poem I can write)
My breathing grows slower, my heart starts to race,
Staring death in the eyes, with him face to face.
The thought of dying, I shall no longer be afraid,
Because, I know, with this, all those debts will be paid.
I shall die for my family, the one that I love,
Just so that they can have the gift that only comes from above.
So I give of myself, my body, my all.
There's only one catch though...you have to watch me fall.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:36 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:49 pm
All of my poems, may they be about romance or life/deat, are located in my journal entry, "Poetry". Feel free to read them. I'll be posting new ones when I'm done.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:51 pm
let me give it a shot!(even though i suck emo )
everyday something happens...
never saying anything
bottling all my feelings to the world
never open
not even to my love
and how do i get rid of this pain i have?
by a slit of my arm?
writing a few poems?
crying?
but now to think why do i even waste my time with this....
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:46 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:49 am
Olly Olly Olly!
Tits in the trolley
Balls in the biscuit tin
Sitting on the grass
With your finger up your arse
Playing with your ding a ling ling
If you have one!
LOL!
biggrin
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 1:10 pm
okay this i off the top of my head
i look at you
all i can say is why
i thought i blocked away the pain
but you made me remember
i have looked death in the eyes before
but this is harder
way harder
you made me feel partly alive
i try to kill that me
but you keep bringing her back
i stab her with the knife under my bed
but you patch up the wound
what am i to do
how am i to stop you
i push you away
but you always come closer
this is why i am the way i am
ik this sucks but i didnt have much time
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