A collection of poems originally written by me. I dug through everything, but could not find any more poems. I will most likely not update any longer unless I find another poem or I gain sudden inspiration. I'm proud of my work on these poems, I really am.
A few of my favorites:
-A True Friend
-The New Promise
-Don't Look Into Her Eyes
Just some poetry I've written in the past, present, and future. Sorry if it comes off as edgy or overly dramatic, I picked the better ones.
I would love some feedback on these, so I can improve this side of my writing so it doesn't come off as bad.
The days of trial, when life's problems are not going away even when they thought they knew the solutions.
Who? O, who are they?
The many who give up, when life seem to them to worsen so, but remember, there's always hope somewhere, but sometimes...
Sometimes, there's nobody to tell them, and they, like the last year, cross over to the other side. Because the masses of us are focused on our own problems, self absorbed with excessive amounts of self love; and blind to another's own.
T'is sad, really. And horrible!
Well, yeah well...
This book captures the essence of what it feels to be alive and suffering, to see beauty yet see nothing; to see destruction and feel lost in it. It describes, almost perfectly (not exactly, but you get what I mean) what it means to want to live, yet feel like giving up.
It isn't about you, or her, or him, or even them. I could say it's about the mother Earth, but really, it's about all of us - those people who really need help mentally; who are exhausted in spirit and weak, as their sanity is fading, and long a way.
What help are we to mother Earth, when dying?
What help are we to one another, when blindly fighting? And for what? Yourself?
I don't know if there's ever going to be any peace in the world, but somehow it's clear, that that is not where we're going.
To help another, and for the other to do so and likewise the other, and so forth seems to be a problem in the society we live in today. But somehow...
Somehow, evil, wicked deeds aren't really hard for most, I've seen.
My best, I have tried;
O human, will you try?
Love, loss, etcetera... typical poetic self-pity. A few songs thrown in too...
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Somewhere, somehow. A girl will choose to end herself. Upon silly and useless wishes, stupid intentions.
My feet don't know gravity, I'm floating :(:
Fayth and Mara have been BFFs since second grade.
They had always been inseparable until middle school kicked Fayth in the stomach with reality. Mara left her. No, she didn’t move, it was worse than that, she moved on. And since it had only been the two of them, Fayth was left with nobody.
While Fayth is being bombarded with homework and finding out ways to tell her newest crush that she likes him, one of the popular girls invites Fayth to her bat mitzvah. The whole grade is invited but it's still special and exciting, right? And obviously, nothing will go wrong... right? Well, little do Fayth and Mara know, maybe their friendship is salvageable after all.
"She hugged the grandparents she thought fond of,
Not knowing she would be dragged through the rough.
As her shelter left, the grandparents smiled
Hiding their inner demented child."
"When she closed her eyes and the darkness consumed her
She knew she was trapped.
When the scratching didn't stop and her body trembled in pain
She knew she wouldn't escape."
Based on a true story.
Love is different to each. Each views it as a different inexpressible feeling. None can define it in a definite absolute correct form. But each lover has something in common; the inexplicable change. Why? You don't see the change with her smile? You don't see the change with his touch? It's you and only you who can yet, not understand it, but feel it more deeply than anybody, in your heart. Each beat is an ache which bleeds to live another day for 'them'.