Poems Page
This is a page so you all can read my poetry. If you copy them, all I ask is you give me credit. Thats all I have to say, Enjoy!
For You
Your nose so cute
Your hair so fine
And in due time
I hope your mine.
I love the way
You fit in my arms
It's like you and me
Where ment to be.
So after this
I hope you know
That as we grow
I love you so.
Gone
You're gone
Where did you go?
Will i ever see you again?
Will i ever hear from you again?
You're gone
You dissappeared
You vanished out of my life in a flash
I miss you
Please come back
You're gone
I hope everyday that this is just a dream
But i realize it's not
I am lost now
I don't know what to do
I cannot go on without you
I guess i have to say goodbye
You're gone
And goodbye forever.
How It Is
That's how it is
Life i mean
Why is it that life's so cruel?
but yet it can be good
I guess that's the way life is
Cruel and nice at the same time
But hey
Life goes on.
Those words
Painful words
Why say them
They hurt
They might not hurt you
But think
Think of other people
And their feelings, suffering, pain.
But hey
Life goes on.
Life? or Death?
Death, never ending
Something everyone faces
I don't understand why
Some people look foward to it
Some people don't
I dont understand why people die
Why does it have to happen?
Should we not be born at all?
If we are going to die anyway
What's the point of life?
I wonder about things like this
Think what you want
But this is my point of view
You do not have to agree
But it's the truth
And i still leave you with this information
Are you still wondering . . . ?
Pain
I'm sorry
I hurt you
I went back on my word
Please don't hate me
I still love you
But i love her too
I mean
What did i do?
I know i screwed it all up
But, i mean, i couldn't help it
something told me
Told me what to do
I really am sorry
Please forgive me.
Who We Are
I'm me
that's who i am
If you don't like it
Deal with it.
I am not satanic
Because i wear pentagrams
They are a sign
My religious sign.
I am gothic
I like there style
No worries
Dark Clothes
Careless.
We have
Our own society
We know the truth.
We are people too
Just like you
We are just expressing ourselves
That's all.
So next time you see a goth, or "freak"
Don't judge us
Give us a chance
Just because we act, look and dress different
Doesn't mean we are evil.
Without Pt 1
Without
Without pain
Without Suffering
Without agony
Without discomfort
Without torment
Without torture
Without out beating
Without it all
Is a wonderful life to have.
With Pt 2
With
With happiness
With joy
With peace
With satifaction
With success
With glee
With comfort
With pleasure
With fun
With honor
With glory
With a life like this
You've got to love it.
Words
disorders
Skitsofrenic
psychotic
bipolar
manic
insain
looney
lost
wacked
these are words of this life
they are hard
they mean something more
They are more than words
to someone like me
some of those word
are what discribe me
so just watch what you say . . .
Them
Them
Who are they?
Does anyone know they even exist?
Do you?
Them
I don't think i know who they are
But i might
You never know who knows
Them
I can't tell you if i know them
Who knows, even you might know who they are
I am not saying that them are really there
I could just be imagining it
But you may never know
The truth about
Them
This Life
Why
Why is this life so hard?
Why do i have to suffer?
What did i do?
I never hurt anyone this much
As much as i hurt.
Why
Why am i going through this living hell?
Why is life so hard?
Why, why?
What the hell
Why this living hell?
I have to get out
It has to get better.
Or else . . .
The Cell
I am not feeling very well
I will probably end up in a padded cell
You know what i'm talking about, the looney bin
And that's a place you just can't win.
When i get there you know what they'll do
Lock the door and hide the key
Cause if i get loose
You won't catch me.
But that probably won't happen to me.
Life and death
What is life?
What is death?
Is life what people really tell us?
Is life really death?
Is death really life?
Is life really life?
Is life when you live?
Or when you die?
No one really knows the truth
But everyone may know the truth
But they don't know it
Do you wonder about the truth?
I sure do.
My Girl
As i lay there next to my girl
I feel so out of this world
I wish i could feel alright
But i know that won't happen tonight.
I think about the past times in my life
And how it used to be so nice
Nothing in this world can cheer me up
No not even my girl.
I wish i was with her all the time
Sometimes i feel happy with her
But she won't always be there
Sooner or later one of us will be gone.
I wish i could just close the door
And not talk to anyone anymore.
End
End
End of time
End of life.
The end
What happens at the end?
What happens after the end?
When is the end?
Why is there an end?
So, is the end
Really a new beginning?
Death
As i sit here at my home
I am feeling quite alone
I am thinking so much about you
I really, really am lost without you.
I yearn to be with you
Without you i haven't a clue
Life is a long road ahead
I don't know what i'll do
Now that you are dead.
Mirror rorriM
why?
why is it
when i look . . .
in a mirror
i see evil
evil
evil
evil.
why does my . . .
appearance change
when i look
in a mirror?
my eyes
arent mine. . .
they look
black
and my . . .
skin
it changes
texture
color
look
but not. . .
how it feels
why i ask the mirror
why?
why?
why?
People
People
Why are they the way they are?
Why certain people assholes?
Why must i deal with stupid people?
Why can't people be respectful?
And nice?
Why do people suck?
Why are people loud?
I wish they would shut the hell up
Why are people so fucken ignorant?
Why are people so stuck up?
Why are they such snobs?
Why won't they go away?
I hate people
I dont like a lot of people anyways
Some people need to get a life.
Why?
Why the evil in me?
Why the discoloration?
Why the medication?
Why can't I be normal?
Why the hell is this life so cruel?
Why can't I get better?
Why the shakyness?
Why no control?
Why no desire to eat?
To laugh, to smile, to be active?
Why the pain?
Why is this life so hard?
Why is it so hard to live?
Why?
Reject
Rejected
Unwanted
Don't feel needed
Not cared about
Being ditched
Being blow off
Empty
Solitude
Hurt
Painfilled
Insain
Bothersome
Unloved
Hate & hatered
No control
Fuck it . . .
Unstable
Unstable
No Control
Can't Handle Life
Overloaded
Powerless
Weak
Evil
Insain
Question...
Confused
Don't Understand
Unable
Hurt
Pain
I..........
Don't Know
Don't Care
Voices
Hallucinations
Dreams
Dark
Alone
Death
End
Problems
Sadness
Black
Religion
Stress
Feelings
Chemistry
Unbalanced
Unloved
Gothic
Psychotic
Medication
Lithium
Serequil
Pills
Endless Hell
Psychiatrist
Help
Never
Forever
Change
Fuck it.
Hallucinations
I see them
Walking around
They're there
Moving
Talking
Staring.
Fear
Fright
Terror
Shock
Confusion.
Why?
Are they really there?
Can I really see them?
Why must I see them?
Why must I hear them?
Why all this torture?
Why all this pain?
Why do I suffer?
Why must I go through this living Hell?
Why this depression?
When will it end?
Depression
-Yesterday-
Everything is fine
Life is good
I'm doing so well
Nothing can go wrong.
-Today-
Everything is not fine
Life sucks
I'm starting on my depression again
Why the hell does this always happen?
Why can't I just get better?
Once and for all, just be fine
But NO, life has to shit on my again
Again & Again & Again & Again
I hate this
Fuck this world
I hate everything.
-Tommorrow-
I don't know
Everything might be fine
Or maybe
There won't be one.
Just Kill Me
Why must I live?
Why can't I die?
Why won't I die
Why?
What the hell is up with this life?
Why is it so unfair?
Why does it always come after me?
What the hell did I do?
I'm a good person
I'm nice to others
I don't do drugs
I don't cause trouble.
Why does this life have to suck?
The only good thing in my life is my girlfriend
My one and only true love
Oh how I miss her
I love her so much
Freeze
I am frozen
Frozen in time
Can't move
Hear
See
Do anything
What is wrong
Why am I like this?
No concentration
No feelings
Just here
Sitting
Trying to think
People talking
But I don't hear it
Just mumbles and grumbles
I need to express myself
But something is blocking me
A mental barrier
I can't break it
But I have to
Try harder, Harder, HARDERRR
AHHHHHHHH
...
...
I just can't do it
It's impossible
OK them
It's over
Everything
Feeling
Life.
Why No High?
I feel as though I'm falling
Falling from this high
This high I've been riding
Has finally gone by.
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to say
I know I can't go on
Living like this way.
Something needs to happen
Something needs to change
I don't care what it is
But it has to happen now.
Why have I lost this high?
Why has it gone by?
Why must this shit...
Always happen to me?
I can't stand it anymore
Can't stand it any longer
I need to break out
I need to get some help.
I need to speak of it
I need to be heard out
I need someone to listen
Listen about my Hell.
Alone
Alone
All Alone
Nothing
Nothing there
No one
No one to love
Alone
No one for me
No love
No comfort
Pain
Heartbreak
Hell
Living hell
Alone
Forever.
Dark Feelings
These feelings
Why do I have them?
What is their purpose
What's the point of them?
Why do I suffer through them?
Why can't I get away?
Always dealing with the pain
Tears rolling down my face.
Want to get away
Escape from life itself
Escape from the torcher
Leave this cursed life.
Feelings of hatred in my mind
Feelings of pain in my soul
I feel like I'm gonna colaps
I feel extremely cold.
I want to end it now
I just want it to end
I don't think it will
Why the fuck even bother then?
Drugs
Why?
Why do people do them?
Why would you want to?
What's so great about them?
Is it that you find it fun?
Is it the "great" feeling it gives you?
Is it so you will fit in?
Or is it something else?
Is it fun to make yourself dumber?
Is it fun to give yourself cancer?
Is it fun to become dependant on them?
Is it fun to spend so much money on something so little?
Maybe it's because it's "cool"
Maybe it's to make you feel in control
Well guess what, drugs control you
Drugs make you lose control.
Why do perfectly healthy people do them?
Here I am, taking medication
Fighting so hard to control my problems
And people with nothing wrong with them
Do drugs to experiance what I am trying so hard to avoid.
I can't understand that
No matter how hard I try
People who do drugs, why?
Why do you want to feel like me?
Why do you want to be fucked up in the head?
I pitty you, for you truely do not know anything.
For?
What's it for?
Life
What's its purpose?
It's like it's a burden
To have to live.
Why do we live?
We just die anyway
Sooner or later
Why not sooner than later?
Why am I trapped in this hell?
Why?
Why won't anyone answer me?
What the hell did I do?
To deserve this?
This Hell.
Fuck it
Fuck it all
Fuck life.
Free to Control
As I look out my window
And stare into the sky
It's one of those times
I wish I could fly.
As I stare through the glass
Everything else turns black
I hear almost nothing
I am laying on my back.
I feel almost peaceful
Like nothing is wrong
Seeing the branch's on the trees
Swaying with green leaves in the wind.
It seems almost as if
As if I have control
Over everything in life
But it's really nothing at all.
It's a good feeling I have
A feeling of all control
I know it's not true though
To not control at all.
Why I'm Here
Why am I here?
Why must I be here?
Why must I do all of this?
What is the point?
They're making me a drone
Filling my mind with mindless information
It's all pointless, no purpose
Just a waste of my life
We don't last forever
I already waste enough time sleeping.
Maybe I should leave
Just go away, somewhere
Take my girl and leave
Work fifty hours a week
Get an apartment somewhere
Make my own life
The hell with school
I know enough to get through life.
I'll try this some more
Hopefully I'll make it
I don't know anymore
Whatever.
CASEY
C is for how Careing you are.
A is for All the things you have done for me.
S is for how Sweet and Sexy you are.
E is for how Everytime I see you it is as exciting as the first time.
Y is for how much I miss You when I'm not with you.
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