Reakon
10-30-2008, 06:13 PM
Hai,
Post here poëms that you like, or that you made by your own.
Please add the name of the author also ;) ( for his credits :P )
Have fun. :rolleyes7:
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I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
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Ever had a time in life where you wanted to throw everything away, where the gun was to your head but just before you pulled the trigger someone grabbed your hand?
No matter what you may think there is always at least ONE person that cares. One may be a small number but it's still as important as any other. They care about you more then you will ever know, so remember that before you decide to put a gun to your head.
-Avry
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
-
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
-
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
-
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
or something.
-
i spin before the mirror wearing
my mother's wedding dress and
a purple wig, admiring the way
the train billows out behind me
like wings.
"where is the girl i fell in love with?"
you ask quietly, watching me
slow to a halt.
"she's gone," i say decisively,
and closing my eyes i begin to spin
once more.
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Mines:
Walking there,
Thinking..., whats still coming?
What do I still have to go trough?
Will I still live in this world...
Will I still feel the pain?
What I am worth, do people care about me?
I don't wanna do this anymore,
I will rest in peace, get wings and starring to the people from the clouds.
Seeing the good things,
Seeing an another world then I live in.
I want let my soul free, free to the ghosts, free to the earth.
I will be free!
~Dylan
Staring at the schoolboard,
Somewhere else with my mind.
Thinking about tommorow, about the future.
What's coming next, what will happen?
Will I die, Will I get happy?
Who will know, I.. will never know.
...Tommorow
~Dylan
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Post and Comment my poëms:)
Post here poëms that you like, or that you made by your own.
Please add the name of the author also ;) ( for his credits :P )
Have fun. :rolleyes7:
------------------------------------------------------------------
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Ever had a time in life where you wanted to throw everything away, where the gun was to your head but just before you pulled the trigger someone grabbed your hand?
No matter what you may think there is always at least ONE person that cares. One may be a small number but it's still as important as any other. They care about you more then you will ever know, so remember that before you decide to put a gun to your head.
-Avry
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
-
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
-
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
-
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
or something.
-
i spin before the mirror wearing
my mother's wedding dress and
a purple wig, admiring the way
the train billows out behind me
like wings.
"where is the girl i fell in love with?"
you ask quietly, watching me
slow to a halt.
"she's gone," i say decisively,
and closing my eyes i begin to spin
once more.
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Mines:
Walking there,
Thinking..., whats still coming?
What do I still have to go trough?
Will I still live in this world...
Will I still feel the pain?
What I am worth, do people care about me?
I don't wanna do this anymore,
I will rest in peace, get wings and starring to the people from the clouds.
Seeing the good things,
Seeing an another world then I live in.
I want let my soul free, free to the ghosts, free to the earth.
I will be free!
~Dylan
Staring at the schoolboard,
Somewhere else with my mind.
Thinking about tommorow, about the future.
What's coming next, what will happen?
Will I die, Will I get happy?
Who will know, I.. will never know.
...Tommorow
~Dylan
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Post and Comment my poëms:)