POETRY, my darling

Mother Nature

Loving

Cruel

Yet is neither black or white.

Is life just good?

Is it just evil?

No

It is both

Nature is both.

It gives us growth

Beauty

Grace

A Sanctuary to escape

Yet

It can be dull

Lifeless

Painful

Destructive

Anything.

We as humans

Are also like this

Fire is the same.

It keeps us warm

Yet can burn down an entire forest.

Should we hate this?

Should we love this?

Maybe, maybe not

But at least appreciate this

Because nature gives us youth and beauty

But can take it away so quickly

So take one step at a time

Very carefully

Enjoy each living moment of what time is left.

Shinny,Sun!
So I Can Hide my Tears..
Don't let me Fall,Wind
Take me higher,,and Higher..
I don't wanna Fall
I don't wanna touch the Ground

As I walk n everything's Ok

But then I saw U
i've been missing u more,,,and more
Miss ur warmth,,
hugs me inside,,
But u don't
just a glance with 'hello,,,?'

what's wrong?
Did I doing wrong?

it is not just like u pushed me down,,,
ur ignorance crashed me,,,

How can I be this weakness?
how can U make me speechless
So dare you be my weakness...


give me back my blooms,,,
laid me back to the high..
give my only desires...

just a smile can take a high..
just an ignore crashed me off

Forget me not ..
I can't face it,,
stay with me...

I’m sorry for what I did,
I’m sorry for what I have done,
I’m sorry for everything,
I’m sorry I was born,
I’m sorry I exist,
I’m sorry I ever wanted to even try,
I’m sorry that I do what I do,
I’m sorry,
I’m sorry,
Please just forgive me.

I never wanted to be this,
I never wanted to even be me,
I just cant be here anymore,

I dont want this to be,
I didnt want this to happen,
but i cant stand this!
I am so sorry

I'm sorry for not being good enough,
I'm sorry for my mistakes,
I'm sorry for hurting you,
I'm sorry I'm alive,
I'm sorry for everything.

I listen to the trickle of blood,
I listen but don’t feel,
I listen to my cry,
I listen to my screams,
I listen to the slams,
I listen to the blows.
I listen to my heart as it slows,
I listen to the door slam,
I listen to the sirens,
I listen to the beeps,
I listen to the sigh,
I listen to my heart pick up,
I listen to find that this will never end.
I listen to the cry of my voice,
I see the mans face,
I taste the blood,
I sense that there is someone,
Someone I don’t know,
That someone tried to stop this,
That someone had failed.
I listen to my friends cry,
I listen for the final scream,
I open my eyes to see,
That someone was next to me.
That someone had come for me,
That someone came to save me,
That some one I will always love,
That someone is,
You.

The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.

Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.

I'm in a living hell
Seeing you in love with someone
else

And I know
I have to let you go
Even if you aren't time

It's my time......
My time to let you go
To stop loving you
more then it should be

Falling more in love with you
Then I thought I would have
Because every second
Every min
Every hour
Every day
Every week
Every month
Every year
I fall more in love with you

No stop, we've been through this before
Be strong and move on

Yeah.... I guess I have to.....
{If its love he'll come back to you

I have to deal with it..

Crying,
Blackmailing.
This won't work
On me, anyway.
I don't
Respond
To the things
That other teenagers
Would.
I am not
Scared of you,
You know.
I have a soul,
A voice,
A heart, and
I can fight you back.
I don't care if I
Am small, I am
Much older
Than you

Why tease
Little kids? Do you
Like being
Cruel,
Halfhearted
Coldhearted?
You are insensitive,
You only care
About you,
Yourself,
and who?

Life is
Hard enough,
Without you
Poking your nose in,
Uprooting old things
I said.

Get lost.
I won't care.
Move to South Africa.
It won't
Bother me.
Change your name,
Even better.
I will always remember you as
The monster under my
Bed,
The horror waiting for me
On the bus.
Thanks, dude.

Made my life that much harder.
As if I needed trouble now.

Everyone sees a certain special light in them.
I don't.
Sometimes I wonder if there
is something wrong with me.
People tell me to stop feeling down.
They worry I send a negative vibe
instead of a positive one.
I can't help it.
I am what I am...

People ask if I'm ok.
They think just because I feel
down there's something wrong.
Others just judge saying
I'm always like that.
No one knows the real me.
On the outside I show my emotion
on the inside: Darkness.
Sometimes my soul feels
like it's slowly dieing, on the brink of death.

The thing about me is,
I won't pretend everything is ok when
I know it's not.
Life will knock people down.
I'm the prepared type.
Sure, I might seem the
type to draw dark
things while other girls are into
girly hearts and bright colours.
This is who I am.
I see darkness.. While others see light..

~~ a letter to my dear prince ~~

Dear prince,
I`m tired of living in this unusual life
My diary
Took me to an old distain memory
when I become your wife
I don`t know why ?!!
Every good memory has became whiter then white
Except the day I saw you
You`re right
Special memories always colored with special liquids
But which kind of inks should I use to erase my past
I tried everything
Harm
Hate
Even pain!
But this distain memory seems to be
My number one aim
I decided to listen to my wise heart
But suddenly
I was falling apart
It gave me a magical ink
All I have to do is only to spring
one , two , three drops or four
and everything started to be like old time before

THE SADNESS OF THE MOON

by: Charles Baudelaire

HE Moon more indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.

Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.

And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.

Just something I wrote! :)

Forever I am Yours

A tear falls on the page smearing the words
The last love letter you ever wrote to me
i hold on to it tight, hugging the word for comfort

I shall never see your smile and hear you laughter
But I Have these word,true words of love
you may be gone from my site but not from my heart

You broken once but when you fixed it you made it stronger
I hope to see you again, but for now i must live with our memories
They may be able to take you away from me, but they can never take my love

Forever I will love you
Forever I will Remember
Forever I am yours

In the midnight sky the air grows cool and crisp
As the moons blows away the clouds
Swirling into a small wisp
While the bugs serenade sleepy children in there beds
Who doze off to counting shooting stars
With wide eyes and dreams in there small heads
As the moon shines on seeping light onto the world


I lay wonder struck at the sight
Of five graceful fireflies
Dancing in the night
They were pearls of white against the night sky
Prettier than fireworks
Like the frost on my window that I edged the word hi
Hoping the the moon would respond
From within the midnight sky

I don't write much poetry but this my attempt. Feedback would rock. x

How Clumsy

How clumsy our hands are
To so often give leave to those we love,
Crossing fingers behind backs
And waving wistful farewells

How clumsy our tongues are
Infatuated with power,
Quick to anger and quick to act
Then begging acquittal of Lazarus

How clumsily we handle
The abstracts we cannot fathom,
How clumsily we blunder
The lines we misrepresent

We are but mites surrounded by infinity
Enveloped by narcissism
And drunk on false pretenses –

How clumsy

Forgive me my love
for i cannot go on
this tourchered sould has givein up
you can laugh
You can cry
but all i scream is
Why oh why
i needed to e free
for great murder
i can not survive
your touch is healing
your kiss is saveing
but without you
im dieing on the inside out
literly
i need some one to love me
i need some one to care
it can not be you
for you can not be there
i deal
i cut
i cry
i take the pain
i try
i try
i try
i try to die
but alass
i am traped
i am stuck
relese this tourchered soul
forgive my blackened sin
and try to find the love that beats within

My heart cries,
every time I remember you,
my little brother,
full of youth,
only a child,
stolen in the night,
ransomed,
and died before you came back to us,
only a child,
so beautiful,
full of love,
they stole you because you were there,
and we were not,
life was hopeless,
at least it felt so,
it was my fault,
I fell asleep,
well I was supposed to watch you,
but my eyes could not stay open,
tears fill my eyes,
my heart cries,
as I remember you.
Do you remember me, too?

(This poem is not my experience, I wrote it for a friend.)