Sara's Poetry and other stuff
Posted 29 April 2004 - 12:22 AM
drew....like the avatar.....
Posted 30 April 2004 - 01:47 AM
Posted 05 May 2004 - 12:08 AM
Posted 06 May 2004 - 01:25 PM
Posted 06 May 2004 - 11:22 PM
i sit here silent
watching my blood drip slowly from the wounds you have made
you don't seem to care
you just keep on hitting me
until I am no more
by your hand I will become nothing
by your laws i will waste away
blinded by tears
I could not find my way
held by my fears
I could not escape
i turned to you my only hope
and look what I was giving in return
a puddle of blood
and wounds soo deep
what did I do
to deserve this kind of decet
the pain is consuming me
yet I still seem to see
i see the laughter in your eyes
why do I deserve to die
so many questions
but not enough answers
i lift my hand
to see if I still am
but not for long
I feel the world
slowly slipping away
why did I have to die
on such a horrible day..
Posted 07 May 2004 - 07:20 AM
Posted 08 May 2004 - 10:23 PM
sure... ..that goes for anyone else also..if you have a poem..post it on here if you wish..
Posted 08 May 2004 - 11:56 PM
It only means something to me when you're proud... though, she never kisses me good night, doesn't mean that everything isn't all right... I'm just waiting, just waiting to come back another day... Oh, rub my hair with your fingernails, scrape my eyes as if you care... Can you remember it's me? Can you remember... the days, the days we spent in your bedroom... you'd leave bite marks on my neck, she'd leave holes in my heart....
"It still bothers me to an extent," cries from the stitch ...time to break the light ...
Poke it with a butter knife, and hit the switch ...
Takin' over, all the flash backs ...until all the memories go black ...
You're down on your knee's ...and you're praying for light.
While it's midnight, and I'm looking for a fist fight ...
It's all right, it's all right.
We plagued this day ...and we said goodbye ...we plagued today ...and we didn't have to try.
It felt so good, and there was nothing left to say ...I hate myself, you'll see me another day.)
If these walls could talk, I wonder how much they'd bleed.
I made a wish on busting faces, thought it was beautiful.
For some reason, I noticed it was you ...then it didn't seem so sad.
Under the shades of a darker seat, I reach up and out ...
I'm hoping my hands can find you ...find every part about you ...
But they'll end up around your throat ...and I'm glad.
If I could bleed my words into notes, they'd break and fold.
They'd be whispers so soft spoken, it was as if they were never told.
In the back of a theatre, watching a dead end. I wonder how bad the ending really is ...
Posted 09 May 2004 - 12:06 AM
Posted 09 May 2004 - 02:51 PM
Posted 10 May 2004 - 10:52 PM
now you have 2 people telling you...now will you listen!!!!!
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