The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from you and the things you've become.
Don't you remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do you remember at all?
Now my hatred for you is growing strong.
Every insult you throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much more can I take?
Now do you see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are you glad that you killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course you don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My heart isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some friends or something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from you and the things you've become.
Don't you remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do you remember at all?
Now my hatred for you is growing strong.
Every insult you throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much more can I take?
Now do you see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are you glad that you killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course you don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My heart isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some friends or something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a butterfly perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The grass is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a bear behind a tree scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(
