My poems (new and old)
I barge in my room pis sed As I put that blade to my wrist I begin to pull But the blade is dull As I sharpen it I wonder why I'm throwing a fit I ponder about life and death I'm prepared to take my final breath My vision begins to fuzz Then my phone begins to buzz It's my friend saying "wanna come over" He sure is my lucky clover
There is pain at first Feels like your chest is going to burst You think about all you have done And all of the fun As you start to see white You begin to give up the fight Everything fades away You find yourself at the oceans bay You can finally rest Because your in heavens nest
There is a word that no one and describe But yet it thrives Even though it gets tossed around It makes men kneel to the ground This word builds us up Its the reason he calls her "buttercup"It can be mistaken for lust But it still binds us It is better than a dove The word is simply love
We all have been drowned in sarrow Just trying to make it till tomorrow We have all done things we regret To the people we thought were a threat I showed my ruthlessness Now im on my knees asking for forgiveness You had the chance to push me on the ground But it is the mercy you have found You showed your humanity While i showed my insaity This has showed me i dont always have to fight back now i know this is something I lack
I feel like running Feeling like this idea is so cunning I know i cant win this race God I need your saving grace I know there is no hiding I feel like giving up fighting There is nothing i can do All im asking is to help me though I just need help to think feeling like all i can do is strink now i am feeling powerless and just a bit hopeless
Rest my child it will all be over soon I'll stay with you till you pass at noon I know your eyes are growing weary As my eyes grow teary I be alarmed when you get to the the side Because I know that you passed like the tide You where to young to die Now I am forced to say goodbye
Life is a fight Where we only get rest at night When we wake our problems are back Being fine is something we all lack Our problems surprise us like a heart attack Fears feeding on us like a snack Not being able to escape reality of people and their brutality No one can say they are really fine With a war going on in their mind
My mind is a puzzle Feels like i am wearing a muzzle Dont know what to do or say Not being able to keep my at bay What ever i do i always mess up I am just a fu ck up Hopefully I can restore and make my mind like before I need to straighten my mind And find what i need to find
Death is a shadow creeping along Eventually dragging us to where we belong No one can escape his grip He only leaves a cold stone reading "R.I.P" This black cloaked figure Will make you quiver Boney hand made of ice Chilling enough to freeze mice Stinch of rot on his breath This figure has many names but I know him as death
Stop this non-since Before you get a guilty conscience This needs to be over and done There are wars to be won This is not fun For the girls who felt like they had to run making them feel so low Because of what you did after they said "No" They lost their voice All because you did not respect their choice You are a monster because of what you did All of them hid But slowly they slipped out of hiding one by one Now they no longer have to run They have their voices back Now its time for them to attack They are now stronger then ever They where born strong, bold, and clever Woman are what make the world go round Because they are so profound So respect the women And stop treating them like a hen
For so long I've wanted to die Just so i can end this stupid lie I have already said my all my goodbyes Cause no one heard my broken pleads and cries Ive been pushed into the shadows and forgotten Im being pulled apart like peices of cotton You cant save me now I have already taken that final bow Seems like no one is around Ive been to badly hurt and broken down I just want to fade away from all of this Because I know i wont be truly missed
I want tew be treated liek a hen doe
What it means is that hens are only used for eggs
I want tew be used for eggs doe ;-; Den erryone dies from starvation ef I dun feed dem. Der life depends on meh. e.e
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I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I love them so much. I could never write these many poems or anything as good, but I love reading yours. Fabulous work. < 3
nice!!🌻
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