[i feel like a loser i'm the only one who ever looks at this damn blog!]
OHMYGOD AMANDA I WROTE MY FIRST RHYMING POEM! i showed it to you today at the ii party!
i guess i'll post it. i'd rather not. i must go find it in my planner...
its like your poems, amanda. she dies in the end!
bleh we depressed people(: cept not really. haha otay here it is..../:
she walks alone along a shell-less beach
her thoughts are gone
she still can't speak
nothing happens
everything is still
there's not much time she has left to kill
she has ties in her hair
as it blows in the breeze
she has tears in her eyes that nobody sees
there's no one around
for her to cry to
there's no one on earth who knows wut is true
as she climbs up the height, it drives her insane
when she finally drops, she can let go of her pain.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
while ms hobday was talking about a leader.
Save Me ->
waiting for it to be over.
anything, everything.
to step from the cold
that changes to overexherting warmth.
the uncertainty is weighting me down
like a thousand pounds
what to do, what to do,
in the time i have left to spend.
sit around, reflect a while?
until the time is over.
bordom will eventually penetrate the soul
-the soul i feel i do not posses anymore.
the ones i love will slip
through my longing fingertips.
my only knowlege being
i will never see anyone again.
it will consume everything,
down to my very soul.
for it already has.
but i will hold my ground,
why? a sane person may ask
reasons mean nothing. i know none.
it is all anticipation
for when the world weighs you down
its surprising to see what brings you back up.
waiting for it to be over.
anything, everything.
to step from the cold
that changes to overexherting warmth.
the uncertainty is weighting me down
like a thousand pounds
what to do, what to do,
in the time i have left to spend.
sit around, reflect a while?
until the time is over.
bordom will eventually penetrate the soul
-the soul i feel i do not posses anymore.
the ones i love will slip
through my longing fingertips.
my only knowlege being
i will never see anyone again.
it will consume everything,
down to my very soul.
for it already has.
but i will hold my ground,
why? a sane person may ask
reasons mean nothing. i know none.
it is all anticipation
for when the world weighs you down
its surprising to see what brings you back up.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Finding Whats Lost
ha i lost this poem cause i wrote it on the back of a school paper for yearbook. found it
not making any sounds
thoughts racing
her head pounds
several nights she waits
several nights she tries
to find her way out
of her web of lies
nobody came
nobody found
the lost dying soul
alone on the ground
shes still waiting
waiting for you
will you go find her
will you pull her through?
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