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Poetry
Apr 8, 2014 23:10:01 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 8, 2014 23:10:01 GMT -5
Post your lovely poetry here.
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saku3
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Post by saku3 on Apr 8, 2014 23:34:14 GMT -5
i eat good hotdogs
lots of ketchup and mustard
hold the horseradish
-Composed 4/4/14, also found on the Poems thread in Emotions and Coping; Motivation.
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Poetry
Apr 9, 2014 13:10:43 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 9, 2014 13:10:43 GMT -5
There's a boy walking down the hall,
He wears all black, and looks at the floor
Sleeves pulled down to cover his wrists
He's so ashamed of his scars
Yet he can't help but make more
It's a part of who he is
He's tried to quit, he really has
But the scars represent him, and the life that is his.
Kids laugh
He puts his head down lower
Shame fills his heart, mind, and soul
Someone shoves him
He pushes right past
Out the door and into the light
The boy makes his plans for the night
A quick detour to the hardware store
On his way back home;
He buys a rope, and tape, and gloves
Thankful he lives alone
He's been planning this for a while, it seems
But nobody is absolutely sure.
All they know is that the boy went home
And when they looked for him, he was gone.
A body left, with empty eyes
God bless his soul, this boy who died.
3.26.14 ~ Featured in the March 30 issue of the WV Times
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Apr 9, 2014 13:12:29 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 9, 2014 13:12:29 GMT -5
Paranoia's all I got left
Overthinking, barely breathing
Panic and fear
I'm a chaotic mess
Help me, help me
I'm dying of distress.
Burning, drowning, and sinking too
What am I to do?
Self destruction
That's what they call it.
I'm falling
Fading into the black.
Open my eyes, in a flashback to the future.
I'm not gonna die tonight.
I'm gonna fight.
Back to reality, I know who I am
I'm a warrior princess,
This is my land.
You can't take me over.
Give it up, 'cause I'll keep fighting
Just walk away, paranoia,
This is MY life.
Authors note: I used references to the song Papercut by Linkin Park, and Not Gonna Die by Skillet. This poem was inspired by a 25 Day poetry challenge on tumblr.
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Poetry
Apr 9, 2014 13:16:00 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 9, 2014 13:16:00 GMT -5
My hands are broken and scarred
They represent a lifetime of pain
And though this life hasn't been long yet
I can tell you now that it's been extremely hard
My hands are a sign of my strength
They show that I fight for what I believe
They show that I protect who I love
They tell a story of a girl who's lost
My hands are a symbol of hope
They accept other people for who they are
Not what they look like
Because I know for a fact that there's something hidden behind the surface
My hands will accept the hands of my best friend
The one who keeps me going every day
The one who held me when I cried
The one who made me feel safe
And when they need me to be strong for them
I will hold out my hands and comfort my friend
Because that's what friends do
And my hands show that no matter what, we can endure life together
Because my hands represent strength, weakness, pain, and joy
My hands will conquer all that is evil
My hands will accept all that is good
These are my hands, they're open for you
Now reach out and hold them
February 6, 2012 - Featured in the Feb. 19, 2012 issue of the WV Times
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Poetry
Apr 9, 2014 13:17:34 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 9, 2014 13:17:34 GMT -5
The pain is excruciating
Yet for one moment
The ache in my heart is numb
I slash again and again
Until all I can see is blood
But I still feel terrible
I want to get rid of the pain
The one that follows me
Every single moment of every single day
I'll use anything I can get my hands on
I'm desperate to see myself bleed
Because then maybe they'll notice that this is me
Hurt washes over his face
When he finds out what I've done
It doesn't help him recover at all
But it's the only way I can be numb
Then as they're healing
They hurt like hell
And now one is infected
You see the scars all over my hands?
I wanted to show my imperfection
Well now it's there
For the whole world to see
And I just want to set my pain free
I need to endure it and get over the truth
Death comes to everyone
It will even come to you
But when it's self inflicted
You wonder if it was your fault
Especially when it was your best friend
The one you promised to catch if she fell
Then there's those 'natural causes'
The sicknesses like cancer and AIDS
Slowly killing the body until
One day they win and the spirit has gone away
So I cut myself to feel the pain
The one I know they all go through
Because I know it's inevitable
They'll all die one day, it's true
What if it's me next time?
Will anyone even remember?
What I did to end my life
That windy day in November?
Trust me I've considered it
Saying goodbye the same day I said hello
But I couldn't do that to the ones I love
Not when they don't have the choice
They'll die because it's time
I cut myself to numb my heart
To show my imperfection
These marks are my battle scars
But one day, I will win
I won't give in and let it take me
Swallow me until I'm gone
I'll fight for myself and show I can live
Through anything, no matter what
And the only reason that will keep me fighting
Through every day and night
Is knowing that you're here with me
Standing by my side
January 21, 2012. Featrued in the January 29, 2012 issue of the WV Times
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Apr 9, 2014 13:38:26 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 9, 2014 13:38:26 GMT -5
I'll point a gun
At my head
As I paint these walls
A new shade of red
I'll take a shot
Ending me
And then you'll know
It's you I'll see
Goodbye
A simple word
It means nothing
Until it's the last you've heard
Life, there's no point
Without you
The last I hear
One. Loud. Boom.
I feel like it's my fault
I don't understand
At least when I'm gone
You'll know where we stand
Fears are never ending
I don't want this anymore
I'm done with living
But I'm not quite sure
Were only 14
Love isn't real
You told me
That's how you feel
I'm not suicidal
Too afraid to commit
Yet at this moment
I'm scared I'll do it
Though these tears
Are things I clearly remember
The words you used to say
I'll be yours, always and forever
What happened to us?
What went wrong?
Why am I left crying?
While you moved along?
Death sounds so tempting
I can't deal
It's my only option
Then no more pain to feel
There's something wrong
No feelings at all
Today I need somebody
To stop me from this fall
If you don't
When I'm all alone
I'm sorry my love
You're on your own
So now it's goodbye
As red covers the wall
Just know
You were my downfall
But in reality
I'm lying on the floor
Barely able to berth
Looking for something to live for
The hardest thing to do
When you can't live from day to day
Is not pulling that trigger
And choosing to stay
I dont have a date for this one, but I submitted it to the Times anonymously. It's called Red.
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Poetry
Apr 9, 2014 13:47:59 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 9, 2014 13:47:59 GMT -5
In the beginning of my time
I had a mom and a dad
A baby sister, and a puppy dog
The second year of my time
Didn't turn out so fine
Words were flung round and round
I sat there clueless on the ground
The third year of my life
Was completely different
My sister was born
My oh my, that girl could cry
By the fourth year
My parents split
By then I was good
At throwing fits
Five years passed and
Grandma had cancer
I learned to be strong
Like a ballet dancer
Six years gone by
All we do here is cry
Emily doesn't understand
Why things here are bad
Seven years passed by
Is my grandma gonna die?
I walk in silence
Around the house
Not speaking a word
Quiet as a mouse
Eight years have gone away
I have a secret
I have to say
Abusive father
I take many hits and blows
This is something
That no one knows
Until now . . .
Fast forward to year fourteen
I'm a young woman
I'm in-between
Learning about
Me, myself, and I
Where I come from
Who, and even why
I am from no one
I am just me
Special, crazy, and unique
10.6.11 Honors English 10 assignment
Featured in the Oct. 9 2011 edition of WV Times
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Poetry
Apr 9, 2014 15:49:42 GMT -5
Post by DemonChiyo on Apr 9, 2014 15:49:42 GMT -5
Pain and agony come to attack
Karma
If I leave this world, there's no coming back
Karma
Guts and courage; the requirements I lack
Karma, karma
It's all karma
Pain and agony come to attack
Karma
All I see when I look up is grey
Kismet
I'm completely honest when I come to say
Kismet
That I don't want to see another day
Kismet, kismet
It's all kismet
All I see when I look up is grey
Kismet
Will I be missed if I disappear?
Fate
Or would it just fill lives with more cheer?
Fate
There's nobody that I consider "near"
Fate, fate
It's all fate
I'm not okay
This is fate
Will I be missed if I disappear?
Fate
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Poetry
Apr 9, 2014 16:07:28 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 9, 2014 16:07:28 GMT -5
Pain and agony come to attack
Karma
If I leave this world, there's no coming back
Karma
Guts and courage; the requirements I lack
Karma, karma
It's all karma
Pain and agony come to attack
Karma
All I see when I look up is grey
Kismet
I'm completely honest when I come to say
Kismet
That I don't want to see another day
Kismet, kismet
It's all kismet
All I see when I look up is grey
Kismet
Will I be missed if I disappear?
Fate
Or would it just fill lives with more cheer?
Fate
There's nobody that I consider "near"
Fate, fate
It's all fate
I'm not okay
This is fate
Will I be missed if I disappear?
Fate This is so good!! I love the emotion in it. |
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Poetry
Apr 10, 2014 21:58:46 GMT -5
Post by DemonChiyo on Apr 10, 2014 21:58:46 GMT -5
thanks!!
Trying to write a shape poem for school. What I have right now(it'll be in the shape of a pencil about writers block)
Writers' block is really such a pain.
I can't write without pencil marks and eraser stains!
I have the urge to procrastinate,
But I can't turn in the assignment late!
My fingers are hurting and so is my brain,
From giving up now I'm trying to refrain.
I'm going to add something at the end like:
Five pencils have snapped now, I'm almost out of lead!
I think I'll just write a fanfiction instead.
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Apr 10, 2014 22:05:27 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 10, 2014 22:05:27 GMT -5
That's so perfect for you xD
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Poetry
Apr 10, 2014 22:09:43 GMT -5
Post by DemonChiyo on Apr 10, 2014 22:09:43 GMT -5
Since it has to fit inside a pencil, I'm sticking with this:
Writers' block is really such a pain.
I can't write without pencil and eraser stains!
I've got quite the urge to procrastinate,
But there's no way I'll turn in the essay late!
My fingers are hurting and so is my brain,
From giving up now I have to refrain.
Five pencils have snapped and I'm fresh out of lead.
Maybe I'll write a fanfiction instead.
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Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 10, 2014 22:29:43 GMT -5
I'm confused. How is it going to fit inside a pencil?
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Poetry
Apr 17, 2014 20:41:27 GMT -5
Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 17, 2014 20:41:27 GMT -5
There's a part of me that I've always kept hidden
But lately its starting to show
Slowly but surely, the layers are melting
Changing from ice, to liquid snow
This part of my heart that I've always kept guarded
under protection of lock and key.
It seems to be open, just the tiniest bit
And someone is learning about the real me.
I know who it is but I don't want to admit it
Because then I would have to accept
That the more that I laugh, and talk, and grow closer to them,
The further I get from my safety net.
Is it possible to fall in like? Or am I just under some weird sort of spell?
How can one moment change your opinions forever?
I hold my thoughts from ringing out, clear as a bell.
I don't want them to know that I have this weird sensation.
For all I know, its just a silly infatuation.
But inside my heart, I want it to be more.
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