A couple of bad poems of mine.

Valaróma · 08-14-2003, 05:16 AM

Sail Away

Soaring through the Wind.
Feeling like you flying.
Water splashing everywhere.
Never feel like dying.

On the water, not on Earth.
Away from troubled lives.
In the air, never falling.
Watching eagles dive.

Tack around a floating buoy,
Across the finish line,
You wish it wasn't over yet,
Don't want to go back to the world of mine.

You just want to Sail Away,
Never go home again,
Be away, fly forever,
Never feel anymore pain.

Alas, it can never be true,
Next both feet on ground,
Suffering Stress again and again
Happiness can't be found.

Insperation from Enya but hey! Two more poems and you're free!
(I apologize in advance fo the useage of the world elf, its just that it rhymed and I do not in any way mean to insult them! Think of it as Shakespheres elves, not Tolkiens)

The Only Way

Think you're a freak
Friends on your case,
Your heart has a leak,
You have tears down your face.
Parents are b*****s
Teachers too,
Your life needs some stitches,
And some super-glue,
Is there any point living?
A meaning of life?
Your soul seems to be giving,
While hands reach for a knife.
You listen to music,
To change your mood,
But you're so pointless and thick,
And definetely crude.
You wish it was over,
No pain left.
You're trapped in a coma,
With nothing but stress.
You tear into your skin,
The blood starts to pour.
You worship your pins,
Then you scratch some more.
Now you feel better,
The pain feels good,
As I'm writing this letter,
I can see my own blood,
You continue to cut,
You still hate yourself,
You're a m*t*e*f*c*i*g sl**
You're nothing but an elf,
Then you start to feel faint,
And you collapse on the floor,
While cursing all saints,
You wake up five minutes more.
Your mind is now clear,
Like ice on water.
You no longer feel fear,
And you don't want slaughter.
You now cover your arm,
But it's the only way.
So its self-harm?
You can now get on with your day.

Long I know!
I needed to let it out, just one more. The insperation behind this is a long story, but the day after I wrote this poem he told me he liked another girl.

Time Goes Slowly

The soft leaves rustle, then turn brown.
Time goes slowly and brings me down.
But I know that when you are here,
There will be no sad, no depression, no fear.

As the sky from blue turns grey,
I know that it will soon be May,
Where you can hold me and keep me warm,
As the vermillion sun sets below the lawn.

I miss the cool water of Anglesea,
I miss together you and me,
I miss the laughs, And the tears,
But only the tears, Exist here.

The weather changes from hot to cold,
The inside of my heart begins to mould,
For the person it loves, is not there.
I hope this person will cease to care.

Will I ever see you once more?
Will we ever kiss beyond the big door?
Will we go our separate ways?
Or be loyal and meet again in May?

Ok, Tortures over, I let it out and you are free to go!

Valaróma · 08-14-2003, 07:35 AM

Fine nobody comment!

Lizra · 08-14-2003, 08:19 AM

I like them. They have very good rhythm. They flow!

Just quit labeling them bad! Say "my poems", let others put in the descriptions.

Valaróma · 08-14-2003, 08:31 AM

Ok, Ok

Thanks

Varda Oiolosseo · 08-14-2003, 08:53 AM

Yeah they are good!
Don't put yourself down.

zavron · 08-14-2003, 11:38 AM

After reading the second one I felt like dying! How did you come up with somthing so depressive!

Valaróma · 08-14-2003, 11:41 AM

Be depressed?
At least I get my point through

I use my poems to let my anger out so usually they can be depressing

Valaróma · 08-15-2003, 04:58 AM

My fists are clenched, crunching rocks,
Life isn't fair, God can't be true.
My hands shake,
My lip trembles,
Glistening water starts to fall.

Your car, crunched up in a sphere.
Why you, not me?
In your coffin,
Life wiped away.
But I still can't belive you will be here no more.

I need to start small to belive this,
You won't be online, you can't talk,
Can't think again,
Or see again,
You're in a coma, till you die of old age.

Thinking of you, there in the ground.
Rotting away, but you won't feel it.
Are you naked?
Or clothes on?
I'm starting to think that you get it easy.

You will no longer feel pain as friends greive forever,
But you gave away, the whole world for that.
God bless you,
Rest in Peace,
But you'll live on in hearts.

Forever

*crys

08-14-2003, 05:16 AM	#1
Valaróma Banned Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: In a state of confusion Posts: 50	A couple of MY poems, ;) Sail Away Soaring through the Wind. Feeling like you flying. Water splashing everywhere. Never feel like dying. On the water, not on Earth. Away from troubled lives. In the air, never falling. Watching eagles dive. Tack around a floating buoy, Across the finish line, You wish it wasn't over yet, Don't want to go back to the world of mine. You just want to Sail Away, Never go home again, Be away, fly forever, Never feel anymore pain. Alas, it can never be true, Next both feet on ground, Suffering Stress again and again Happiness can't be found. Insperation from Enya but hey! Two more poems and you're free! (I apologize in advance fo the useage of the world elf, its just that it rhymed and I do not in any way mean to insult them! Think of it as Shakespheres elves, not Tolkiens) The Only Way Think you're a freak Friends on your case, Your heart has a leak, You have tears down your face. Parents are b****s Teachers too, Your life needs some stitches, And some super-glue, Is there any point living? A meaning of life? Your soul seems to be giving, While hands reach for a knife. You listen to music, To change your mood, But you're so pointless and thick, And definetely crude. You wish it was over, No pain left. You're trapped in a coma, With nothing but stress. You tear into your skin, The blood starts to pour. You worship your pins, Then you scratch some more. Now you feel better, The pain feels good, As I'm writing this letter, I can see my own blood, You continue to cut, You still hate yourself, You're a mtefcig sl* You're nothing but an elf, Then you start to feel faint, And you collapse on the floor, While cursing all saints, You wake up five minutes more. Your mind is now clear, Like ice on water. You no longer feel fear, And you don't want slaughter. You now cover your arm, But it's the only way. So its self-harm? You can now get on with your day. Long I know! I needed to let it out, just one more. The insperation behind this is a long story, but the day after I wrote this poem he told me he liked another girl. Time Goes Slowly The soft leaves rustle, then turn brown. Time goes slowly and brings me down. But I know that when you are here, There will be no sad, no depression, no fear. As the sky from blue turns grey, I know that it will soon be May, Where you can hold me and keep me warm, As the vermillion sun sets below the lawn. I miss the cool water of Anglesea, I miss together you and me, I miss the laughs, And the tears, But only the tears, Exist here. The weather changes from hot to cold, The inside of my heart begins to mould, For the person it loves, is not there. I hope this person will cease to care. Will I ever see you once more? Will we ever kiss beyond the big door? Will we go our separate ways? Or be loyal and meet again in May? Ok, Tortures over, I let it out and you are free to go! Last edited by Valaróma : 08-14-2003 at 08:32 AM.

08-14-2003, 08:19 AM	#3
Lizra Domesticated Swing Babe Join Date: May 2002 Location: Reality Posts: 5,340	I like them. They have very good rhythm. They flow! Just quit labeling them bad! Say "my poems", let others put in the descriptions. __________________ Happy Atheist Go Democrats!

08-14-2003, 11:38 AM	#6
zavron Chieftain of The Order of The Blue Flame Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: I am a Figment of your Imagination!!! OOOHHHH!!! Posts: 1,729	After reading the second one I felt like dying! How did you come up with somthing so depressive! __________________ Visit http://nilore.suddenlaunch2.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ''ASH NAZG DUBARTULUK, ASH NAZG GIMBATUL, ASH NAZG THRAKATULUK AGH BURZUM--ISHI KRIMPATUL...ash nazg, ash nazg......'' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gil- galad was an elven king. Of him the harpers sadly sing: the last whose realm was fair and free between the mountains and the sea. His sword was long, his lance was keen, his shinig helm afar was seen; the countless stars of heaven's field were mirrored in his silver shield. But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say; for into darkness fell his star in mordor where the shadows are. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

08-15-2003, 04:58 AM	#8
Valaróma Banned Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: In a state of confusion Posts: 50	Another poem. My fists are clenched, crunching rocks, Life isn't fair, God can't be true. My hands shake, My lip trembles, Glistening water starts to fall. Your car, crunched up in a sphere. Why you, not me? In your coffin, Life wiped away. But I still can't belive you will be here no more. I need to start small to belive this, You won't be online, you can't talk, Can't think again, Or see again, You're in a coma, till you die of old age. Thinking of you, there in the ground. Rotting away, but you won't feel it. Are you naked? Or clothes on? I'm starting to think that you get it easy. You will no longer feel pain as friends greive forever, But you gave away, the whole world for that. God bless you, Rest in Peace, But you'll live on in hearts. Forever *crys

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08-14-2003, 07:35 AM	#2
Valaróma Banned Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: In a state of confusion Posts: 50	Fine nobody comment!

08-14-2003, 08:31 AM	#4
Valaróma Banned Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: In a state of confusion Posts: 50	Ok, Ok Thanks

08-14-2003, 08:53 AM	#5
Varda Oiolosseo Tea Bag Queen Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Mirkwood Posts: 973	Yeah they are good! Don't put yourself down.

08-14-2003, 11:41 AM	#7
Valaróma Banned Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: In a state of confusion Posts: 50	Be depressed? At least I get my point through I use my poems to let my anger out so usually they can be depressing