like that of rose petals fallen into the sea
the night is bright
a soft breeze plays with my hair
lifting it but then letting it fall
down my back into its usual waterfall of waves
the soft meadow grass is wet under my feet
like the wet sand on the beach that u run through
soft and squishy but also a little rough
as i run i can feel the moon on my back
its comforting just like the stars
they're like the eyes of people
watching over you as u enjoy the splenders of night
no wonder its such a safe place to be
people say the night is dark and dangerous
but it really isn't
even if u do find ur self being scared
just look up and see all the eyes watching over you
ur never alone but always safe
like a wolf running in the night
Death
Is it painful or is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death you do not know about
Until you die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill you withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
You laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much more painful death
they all die going to hell.
Is it painful or is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death you do not know about
Until you die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill you withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
You laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much more painful death
they all die going to hell.
[1795-1821]
What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
What is more soothing than the pretty hummer?
That stays one moment in an open flower,
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?
What is more tranquil than a musk-rose blowing
In a green island, far from all men’s knowing?
More healthful than leafiness of dales?
More secret than a nest of nightingales?
More serene than Cordelia's countenance?
More full of visions than a high romance?
What, but thee, Sleep? Soft closer of our eyes!
Low murmurer of tender lullabies!
Light hoverer around our happy pillows!
Wreather of poppy buds, and weeping willows!
Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses !
Most happy listener! When the morning blesses
Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes
That glance so brightly at the new sunrise.
Elusive dreams
This pre-life crisis, is killing me
A beautiful tragedy
Who I was wasn't me
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy
Speaking silence
Words can break
It feels like we are falling awake
In a place, in a time of our own
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
It felt like the world
Fell from my feet
Gave up on myself
You didn't give up on me
Let myself go
You were still there
Like coming home
Coming up for air
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy
Easier to be
To be me
[Lifehouse – Who We Are]
Times.
There are times when you feel lonely.
Times when you can't talk to your best friend, because she won't take it seriously.
Times when you can't talk to your mum,
because your scared she'll bring it up again.
Times when the people who would usally distract you only make you feel worce without knowing it.
Times when the one person you can talk to is ast asleep at 00:45.
These are the times when you just cry.
(Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes.)
First thought.
The first time I saw you,
was only a glance.
I was a fool, you know,
taking a chance.
Thoughts of you and me
Filled my dreams,
only to be ripped
at the seams.
So I'll lay here,
My haert in tatters.
In hope that one day
You might see
Me.
There are times when you feel lonely.
Times when you can't talk to your best friend, because she won't take it seriously.
Times when you can't talk to your mum,
because your scared she'll bring it up again.
Times when the people who would usally distract you only make you feel worce without knowing it.
Times when the one person you can talk to is ast asleep at 00:45.
These are the times when you just cry.
(Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes.)
First thought.
The first time I saw you,
was only a glance.
I was a fool, you know,
taking a chance.
Thoughts of you and me
Filled my dreams,
only to be ripped
at the seams.
So I'll lay here,
My haert in tatters.
In hope that one day
You might see
Me.
March Madness
By
Jeremy Gould
31 Days will come and go
Through each I'll remember
a past life
of everlasting strife
Each day I'll dismember
a little bit more of my soul
4 Weeks, one lasting memory
will arrive to do its worst
to tie me down
I'll lose more ground
my heart will nearly burst
my mind will agree
1 month will rear its ugly head
I'll return to solitary confinement
a prisoner in hell
it's just as well
'cause if I would break my last commandment
then I'd be better off dead
We're down to the final 4
the grief, the pain, the mourning, the sadness
which shall win this brutal war?
Welcome to my March Madness
By
Jeremy Gould
31 Days will come and go
Through each I'll remember
a past life
of everlasting strife
Each day I'll dismember
a little bit more of my soul
4 Weeks, one lasting memory
will arrive to do its worst
to tie me down
I'll lose more ground
my heart will nearly burst
my mind will agree
1 month will rear its ugly head
I'll return to solitary confinement
a prisoner in hell
it's just as well
'cause if I would break my last commandment
then I'd be better off dead
We're down to the final 4
the grief, the pain, the mourning, the sadness
which shall win this brutal war?
Welcome to my March Madness
have
fears
when i have fears that i may cease to be
before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
before high piled books, in charact’ry,
hold like rich garners the full-riper’d grain;
when i behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
and think that i may never live to trace their shadows,
with the magic hand of chance;
and when i feel, fair creature of an hour!
that i shall never look upon thee more,
never have relish in the faery
power of unreflecting love
then on the shore of
the wide world i stand alone,
and think till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
"posthumous and fugitive poems"
john keats [1795-1821]
when darkness is no less than everything
you've built become undone
there's no fight and no flight
disaster leaves your passion overrun
it's time to let go
it's time to carry on with the show
don't mourn what is gone
greet the dawn
and i will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide
remembrance can be a sentence
but it comes to you with
a second chance in tow
don't lose it, don't refuse it,
cause you cannot learn a thing
you think you know
a new light is warm
shining down on you after the storm
don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn
and i will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide
we grow old with time
yet young with years
never to give up to fears
but we are never fine
yet we always sing
we live on this earth for all our lives
always experiencing something new
like emotion or sights
there is never peace always pain
and life goes on with time
as we grow so do our souls
without life the would be no time
and without time we would mot have pain
and without pain there is no soul
and with no soul there is no life
"i still live i still think i still have to lice for i still have to think.... Fredrick Nietzsche" he also said " he who has a why to live can bare almost any how"
yet young with years
never to give up to fears
but we are never fine
yet we always sing
we live on this earth for all our lives
always experiencing something new
like emotion or sights
there is never peace always pain
and life goes on with time
as we grow so do our souls
without life the would be no time
and without time we would mot have pain
and without pain there is no soul
and with no soul there is no life
"i still live i still think i still have to lice for i still have to think.... Fredrick Nietzsche" he also said " he who has a why to live can bare almost any how"
The Amulet
by
Jeremy Gould
The bands of gold remind me
of the way you held my hand
so tightly
so comfortably
like you never would let go
Nobody ever wants to let go
including me
Perhaps it's just we don't know how
The design is striking
just like you were
with every breath
with every movement
I could watch you for hours
and never be tired
of seeing you
of being near you
The cold chill that comes
and tickles my neck
every time I put on
that lovely amulet
takes me back to you
The only place I want to be
The only person I care to see
Missing you here with me
by
Jeremy Gould
The bands of gold remind me
of the way you held my hand
so tightly
so comfortably
like you never would let go
Nobody ever wants to let go
including me
Perhaps it's just we don't know how
The design is striking
just like you were
with every breath
with every movement
I could watch you for hours
and never be tired
of seeing you
of being near you
The cold chill that comes
and tickles my neck
every time I put on
that lovely amulet
takes me back to you
The only place I want to be
The only person I care to see
Missing you here with me
here is a poem... my therapist wants me to find ways to talk about my feelings....
i have felt sad before,
but this is so much stronger.
i feel like i am drowning,
deeper and deeper in to the black cold water.
i can not scream,
i can not swim to the surface.
i am to lost,
the sadness has consumed me,
as i slowly fade away.
the monster is consuming me,
where has the real me gone?
is she lost?
or did the moster take her over,
and leave me for dead.
no one understands the monster,
no one but those who live consumed by it.
deeply consumed like me.
i have felt sad before,
but this is so much stronger.
i feel like i am drowning,
deeper and deeper in to the black cold water.
i can not scream,
i can not swim to the surface.
i am to lost,
the sadness has consumed me,
as i slowly fade away.
the monster is consuming me,
where has the real me gone?
is she lost?
or did the moster take her over,
and leave me for dead.
no one understands the monster,
no one but those who live consumed by it.
deeply consumed like me.
this is a lyric (a type of poem) that i wrote as an assignment for language arts class and i chose to write one about my grandpa who has passed away because he was very sick, anyways tell me what u think. btw i got an A for this one :]
sadness is knowing i will never hear my grandpa's voice again
it feels like he left this world all too soon
sadness is watching a movie that we both loved
it reminds me of all the happy times we used to spend together
like the days when you would pull me in my wagon
sadness waits for me after i do the things we used to do
sadness is the endless tears flowing down my face
it brings me to tears when i remember all our wonderful times
those are my sad, sweet memories of you
sadness is knowing i will never hear my grandpa's voice again
it feels like he left this world all too soon
sadness is watching a movie that we both loved
it reminds me of all the happy times we used to spend together
like the days when you would pull me in my wagon
sadness waits for me after i do the things we used to do
sadness is the endless tears flowing down my face
it brings me to tears when i remember all our wonderful times
those are my sad, sweet memories of you
i'm so confuses right now.
how i feel.
if its real or in my head.
if you like me or is our fate just friends.
if you do would you tell me.
or keep it from me.
afrade that i dont feel the same.
i hope that if you do that you'll tell me soon.
i'v falln hard for you.
you dont have to tell me now but soon if you do..
we'er spending christmas together
so that would be the perffect time to do so
to tell me that its not just in my head that you like me back
that you want me that way i want you.
okay this is just some free writting
plz tell me what u think about this
is it any good?
is it bad?
well thanks for the support lol =)
how i feel.
if its real or in my head.
if you like me or is our fate just friends.
if you do would you tell me.
or keep it from me.
afrade that i dont feel the same.
i hope that if you do that you'll tell me soon.
i'v falln hard for you.
you dont have to tell me now but soon if you do..
we'er spending christmas together
so that would be the perffect time to do so
to tell me that its not just in my head that you like me back
that you want me that way i want you.
okay this is just some free writting
plz tell me what u think about this
is it any good?
is it bad?
well thanks for the support lol =)
