Poems Quotes

The Phone Call      I sat there, in the house that some how and someway made me feel oddly uncomfortable. I’d lived there for as long as I can remember, I sensed the presence of another individual. I figured I must have been going crazy, it was possible, because I had just watched a scary movie hours before.     The phone rang .. After I let it ring but a few times, I gradually answered it, picking it up carefully. I knew that whoever it was on the other end had to hear the crack in my voice, as I said, “H-hello?”     My mom was on the other end, asking if I was doing all right. My heart had skipped a beat, I was terrified, but I don’t think my mom noticed. I couldn’t tell her I was worried, she would never let me stay home alone again if I did. So I lied to her. I told her I was just reading my book. She didn’t say much after that, then a few moments later the phone got disconnected. Now, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to forget about it.     Now, I just sat there, reading with the television off, and only a few lights shone down so I was able to read. My cell phone rang, the caller ID said, “Unavailable.” I answered, but couldn’t tell who it was. I hung up.     I heard noises downstairs in the basement, it sounded like something falling, but I couldn’t be too sure. I was scared, so I went outside to get my dog, but she wasn’t outside. I called my dads cell phone, he didn’t answer, while I was leaving a message, I heard breathing, so I hung up. Now, I was as worried as a person could get.     I went outside, calling my dog’s name, “Daisy? Daisy? Daisy?” She didn’t come. I was horrified. It had started to rain, so I stopped looking. My dad had called back while I was outside, I couldn’t comprehend what the message said, it was shaky, and worry sum.     I walked down the hall, and saw my dog, lying on the wood floor, blood all around her. She was dead. I couldn’t fathom what had happened to her. I started crying and ran in my bed room, I closed locked the door behind me. There I was, standing there, I didn’t know what to do now. I was scared out of my mind. I hid in my closet.     I walked back to the green room, where I noticed all the birds, still. The caretaker, so I thought asleep in her chair, turned out to be dead. It seemed as though she was strangled to death. But honestly, what did I know. I was only fifteen years old. The one thing I did know, was that there is someone or something lurking in my house.     I suddenly called our neighbors, the Qwuil’s, they rushed right over, to see the caretaker, gone out of her chair and the dog no where to be found either. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They didn’t say so, but I could tell they thought I was over reacting. They went back to their house, and called my parents. I already knew what my parents were going to say, so I didn’t bother to call them back.     The noise I kept hearing was like the noise of fingers on a chalk board. Screeching. I knew for a fact that tonight would be the worst night of my entire life. I checked the clock in my room, it was already nine thirty. I felt the tremble in my body as I reached for the phone, and realized that it wasn’t there anymore.     Now I knew that I wasn’t going to be alive after tonight. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I sat on my bed and tried to cry myself asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. It was dark outside when I looked out the window, so I knew it had to be after ten now. The loud screeching continued. It was plastered into my brain now, I would never forget it.     My cell phone rang. I ran to the kitchen to grab it off the counter to answer it. I answered it and it was my mom. She told me to calm down and not to worry. She told me they’d be home in an hour. I knew whoever was in my house, was going to kill me before then. I had no chance. I turned on the TV and tried to forget about the horrible night I’d been having. It didn’t work, I couldn’t do it. It was like the screeching noise, it would never leave my mind.

-This is only half of it.

The Phone Call      I sat there, in the house that some how and someway made me feel oddly uncomfortable. I’d lived there for as long as I can remember, I sensed the presence of another individual. I figured I must have been going crazy, it was possible, because I had just watched a scary movie hours before.     The phone rang .. After I let it ring but a few times, I gradually answered it, picking it up carefully. I knew that whoever it was on the other end had to hear the crack in my voice, as I said, “H-hello?”     My mom was on the other end, asking if I was doing all right. My heart had skipped a beat, I was terrified, but I don’t think my mom noticed. I couldn’t tell her I was worried, she would never let me stay home alone again if I did. So I lied to her. I told her I was just reading my book. She didn’t say much after that, then a few moments later the phone got disconnected. Now, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to forget about it.     Now, I just sat there, reading with the television off, and only a few lights shone down so I was able to read. My cell phone rang, the caller ID said, “Unavailable.” I answered, but couldn’t tell who it was. I hung up.     I heard noises downstairs in the basement, it sounded like something falling, but I couldn’t be too sure. I was scared, so I went outside to get my dog, but she wasn’t outside. I called my dads cell phone, he didn’t answer, while I was leaving a message, I heard breathing, so I hung up. Now, I was as worried as a person could get.     I went outside, calling my dog’s name, “Daisy? Daisy? Daisy?” She didn’t come. I was horrified. It had started to rain, so I stopped looking. My dad had called back while I was outside, I couldn’t comprehend what the message said, it was shaky, and worry sum.     I walked down the hall, and saw my dog, lying on the wood floor, blood all around her. She was dead. I couldn’t fathom what had happened to her. I started crying and ran in my bed room, I closed locked the door behind me. There I was, standing there, I didn’t know what to do now. I was scared out of my mind. I hid in my closet.     I walked back to the green room, where I noticed all the birds, still. The caretaker, so I thought asleep in her chair, turned out to be dead. It seemed as though she was strangled to death. But honestly, what did I know. I was only fifteen years old. The one thing I did know, was that there is someone or something lurking in my house.     I suddenly called our neighbors, the Qwuil’s, they rushed right over, to see the caretaker, gone out of her chair and the dog no where to be found either. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They didn’t say so, but I could tell they thought I was over reacting. They went back to their house, and called my parents. I already knew what my parents were going to say, so I didn’t bother to call them back.     The noise I kept hearing was like the noise of fingers on a chalk board. Screeching. I knew for a fact that tonight would be the worst night of my entire life. I checked the clock in my room, it was already nine thirty. I felt the tremble in my body as I reached for the phone, and realized that it wasn’t there anymore.     Now I knew that I wasn’t going to be alive after tonight. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I sat on my bed and tried to cry myself asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. It was dark outside when I looked out the window, so I knew it had to be after ten now. The loud screeching continued. It was plastered into my brain now, I would never forget it.     My cell phone rang. I ran to the kitchen to grab it off the counter to answer it. I answered it and it was my mom. She told me to calm down and not to worry. She told me they’d be home in an hour. I knew whoever was in my house, was going to kill me before then. I had no chance. I turned on the TV and tried to forget about the horrible night I’d been having. It didn’t work, I couldn’t do it. It was like the screeching noise, it would never leave my mind.

-This is only half of it.

The Phone Call      I sat there, in the house that some how and someway made me feel oddly uncomfortable. I’d lived there for as long as I can remember, I sensed the presence of another individual. I figured I must have been going crazy, it was possible, because I had just watched a scary movie hours before.     The phone rang .. After I let it ring but a few times, I gradually answered it, picking it up carefully. I knew that whoever it was on the other end had to hear the crack in my voice, as I said, “H-hello?”     My mom was on the other end, asking if I was doing all right. My heart had skipped a beat, I was terrified, but I don’t think my mom noticed. I couldn’t tell her I was worried, she would never let me stay home alone again if I did. So I lied to her. I told her I was just reading my book. She didn’t say much after that, then a few moments later the phone got disconnected. Now, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to forget about it.     Now, I just sat there, reading with the television off, and only a few lights shone down so I was able to read. My cell phone rang, the caller ID said, “Unavailable.” I answered, but couldn’t tell who it was. I hung up.     I heard noises downstairs in the basement, it sounded like something falling, but I couldn’t be too sure. I was scared, so I went outside to get my dog, but she wasn’t outside. I called my dads cell phone, he didn’t answer, while I was leaving a message, I heard breathing, so I hung up. Now, I was as worried as a person could get.     I went outside, calling my dog’s name, “Daisy? Daisy? Daisy?” She didn’t come. I was horrified. It had started to rain, so I stopped looking. My dad had called back while I was outside, I couldn’t comprehend what the message said, it was shaky, and worry sum.     I walked down the hall, and saw my dog, lying on the wood floor, blood all around her. She was dead. I couldn’t fathom what had happened to her. I started crying and ran in my bed room, I closed locked the door behind me. There I was, standing there, I didn’t know what to do now. I was scared out of my mind. I hid in my closet.     I walked back to the green room, where I noticed all the birds, still. The caretaker, so I thought asleep in her chair, turned out to be dead. It seemed as though she was strangled to death. But honestly, what did I know. I was only fifteen years old. The one thing I did know, was that there is someone or something lurking in my house.     I suddenly called our neighbors, the Qwuil’s, they rushed right over, to see the caretaker, gone out of her chair and the dog no where to be found either. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They didn’t say so, but I could tell they thought I was over reacting. They went back to their house, and called my parents. I already knew what my parents were going to say, so I didn’t bother to call them back.     The noise I kept hearing was like the noise of fingers on a chalk board. Screeching. I knew for a fact that tonight would be the worst night of my entire life. I checked the clock in my room, it was already nine thirty. I felt the tremble in my body as I reached for the phone, and realized that it wasn’t there anymore.     Now I knew that I wasn’t going to be alive after tonight. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I sat on my bed and tried to cry myself asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. It was dark outside when I looked out the window, so I knew it had to be after ten now. The loud screeching continued. It was plastered into my brain now, I would never forget it.     My cell phone rang. I ran to the kitchen to grab it off the counter to answer it. I answered it and it was my mom. She told me to calm down and not to worry. She told me they’d be home in an hour. I knew whoever was in my house, was going to kill me before then. I had no chance. I turned on the TV and tried to forget about the horrible night I’d been having. It didn’t work, I couldn’t do it. It was like the screeching noise, it would never leave my mind.

-This is only half of it.

The Phone Call      I sat there, in the house that some how and someway made me feel oddly uncomfortable. I’d lived there for as long as I can remember, I sensed the presence of another individual. I figured I must have been going crazy, it was possible, because I had just watched a scary movie hours before.     The phone rang .. After I let it ring but a few times, I gradually answered it, picking it up carefully. I knew that whoever it was on the other end had to hear the crack in my voice, as I said, “H-hello?”     My mom was on the other end, asking if I was doing all right. My heart had skipped a beat, I was terrified, but I don’t think my mom noticed. I couldn’t tell her I was worried, she would never let me stay home alone again if I did. So I lied to her. I told her I was just reading my book. She didn’t say much after that, then a few moments later the phone got disconnected. Now, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to forget about it.     Now, I just sat there, reading with the television off, and only a few lights shone down so I was able to read. My cell phone rang, the caller ID said, “Unavailable.” I answered, but couldn’t tell who it was. I hung up.     I heard noises downstairs in the basement, it sounded like something falling, but I couldn’t be too sure. I was scared, so I went outside to get my dog, but she wasn’t outside. I called my dads cell phone, he didn’t answer, while I was leaving a message, I heard breathing, so I hung up. Now, I was as worried as a person could get.     I went outside, calling my dog’s name, “Daisy? Daisy? Daisy?” She didn’t come. I was horrified. It had started to rain, so I stopped looking. My dad had called back while I was outside, I couldn’t comprehend what the message said, it was shaky, and worry sum.     I walked down the hall, and saw my dog, lying on the wood floor, blood all around her. She was dead. I couldn’t fathom what had happened to her. I started crying and ran in my bed room, I closed locked the door behind me. There I was, standing there, I didn’t know what to do now. I was scared out of my mind. I hid in my closet.     I walked back to the green room, where I noticed all the birds, still. The caretaker, so I thought asleep in her chair, turned out to be dead. It seemed as though she was strangled to death. But honestly, what did I know. I was only fifteen years old. The one thing I did know, was that there is someone or something lurking in my house.     I suddenly called our neighbors, the Qwuil’s, they rushed right over, to see the caretaker, gone out of her chair and the dog no where to be found either. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They didn’t say so, but I could tell they thought I was over reacting. They went back to their house, and called my parents. I already knew what my parents were going to say, so I didn’t bother to call them back.     The noise I kept hearing was like the noise of fingers on a chalk board. Screeching. I knew for a fact that tonight would be the worst night of my entire life. I checked the clock in my room, it was already nine thirty. I felt the tremble in my body as I reached for the phone, and realized that it wasn’t there anymore.     Now I knew that I wasn’t going to be alive after tonight. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I sat on my bed and tried to cry myself asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. It was dark outside when I looked out the window, so I knew it had to be after ten now. The loud screeching continued. It was plastered into my brain now, I would never forget it.     My cell phone rang. I ran to the kitchen to grab it off the counter to answer it. I answered it and it was my mom. She told me to calm down and not to worry. She told me they’d be home in an hour. I knew whoever was in my house, was going to kill me before then. I had no chance. I turned on the TV and tried to forget about the horrible night I’d been having. It didn’t work, I couldn’t do it. It was like the screeching noise, it would never leave my mind.

-This is only half of it.

The Phone Call      I sat there, in the house that some how and someway made me feel oddly uncomfortable. I’d lived there for as long as I can remember, I sensed the presence of another individual. I figured I must have been going crazy, it was possible, because I had just watched a scary movie hours before.     The phone rang .. After I let it ring but a few times, I gradually answered it, picking it up carefully. I knew that whoever it was on the other end had to hear the crack in my voice, as I said, “H-hello?”     My mom was on the other end, asking if I was doing all right. My heart had skipped a beat, I was terrified, but I don’t think my mom noticed. I couldn’t tell her I was worried, she would never let me stay home alone again if I did. So I lied to her. I told her I was just reading my book. She didn’t say much after that, then a few moments later the phone got disconnected. Now, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to forget about it.     Now, I just sat there, reading with the television off, and only a few lights shone down so I was able to read. My cell phone rang, the caller ID said, “Unavailable.” I answered, but couldn’t tell who it was. I hung up.     I heard noises downstairs in the basement, it sounded like something falling, but I couldn’t be too sure. I was scared, so I went outside to get my dog, but she wasn’t outside. I called my dads cell phone, he didn’t answer, while I was leaving a message, I heard breathing, so I hung up. Now, I was as worried as a person could get.     I went outside, calling my dog’s name, “Daisy? Daisy? Daisy?” She didn’t come. I was horrified. It had started to rain, so I stopped looking. My dad had called back while I was outside, I couldn’t comprehend what the message said, it was shaky, and worry sum.     I walked down the hall, and saw my dog, lying on the wood floor, blood all around her. She was dead. I couldn’t fathom what had happened to her. I started crying and ran in my bed room, I closed locked the door behind me. There I was, standing there, I didn’t know what to do now. I was scared out of my mind. I hid in my closet.     I walked back to the green room, where I noticed all the birds, still. The caretaker, so I thought asleep in her chair, turned out to be dead. It seemed as though she was strangled to death. But honestly, what did I know. I was only fifteen years old. The one thing I did know, was that there is someone or something lurking in my house.     I suddenly called our neighbors, the Qwuil’s, they rushed right over, to see the caretaker, gone out of her chair and the dog no where to be found either. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They didn’t say so, but I could tell they thought I was over reacting. They went back to their house, and called my parents. I already knew what my parents were going to say, so I didn’t bother to call them back.     The noise I kept hearing was like the noise of fingers on a chalk board. Screeching. I knew for a fact that tonight would be the worst night of my entire life. I checked the clock in my room, it was already nine thirty. I felt the tremble in my body as I reached for the phone, and realized that it wasn’t there anymore.     Now I knew that I wasn’t going to be alive after tonight. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I sat on my bed and tried to cry myself asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. It was dark outside when I looked out the window, so I knew it had to be after ten now. The loud screeching continued. It was plastered into my brain now, I would never forget it.     My cell phone rang. I ran to the kitchen to grab it off the counter to answer it. I answered it and it was my mom. She told me to calm down and not to worry. She told me they’d be home in an hour. I knew whoever was in my house, was going to kill me before then. I had no chance. I turned on the TV and tried to forget about the horrible night I’d been having. It didn’t work, I couldn’t do it. It was like the screeching noise, it would never leave my mind.

-This is only half of it.

can someone please tell me how to go on
to deal with so much pain everyday
it feels like someone is out there to watch me fail
it feels like i'm not alive
i dont want to try anymore
because there isnt anything i can do to change anything
ive got a family that makes my life a living hell
they're determined
they've succeded at the least
they continue at a steady pace
they never let down
hero?
i've lost the meaning and the person that once held that position
i've slowly lost alot in my life
and i grew up too fast
but it wasn't by choice
it was something that had to be done
in my life there is no childish games
but ther is plenty of pain and lies
they hold me back from what i want to do
and doubt me in alot that i do
they've pushed me so far away
there is no chance for me to return
no turning back
one day they'll see and it'll be when it'll really be too late
even when someone tells them they dont seem to believe it
one day they will
do they really need to have it happen to believe
people come in and out of my life
i get put down
i fail
i fail with family and with life
sometimes i wish i was never born
maybe then everything would be fine
maybe its me
i do everything
i do everything everyone wants
i help too many people and im too nice
my life has changed over the years so much and i hate it
i hate waking up everyday
i wonder what is today withhold
i'm tripping
i'm falling
farther and farther
away from the world

why is my life such a lie?
why is it so ovbious to everyone but me
and i'm the onlyone hurt
everyone can make a decision for my life except me
they do it behind my back and i sit and wonder about this person
why haven't they contacted me
why dont they care
what happened
why did they change
what did i do to dezerve this
so many questons with no answers
over a year or pain and crying
thinking i wasn't wanted by someone so close
to find out that someone so close to me my own flesh and blood made a decision that wasn't mine
and because that ive torn myself apart for over a year
looking for the answers to my questions
it doesn't matter cause they dont see how i struggle
all they care about is that they get what they want
its their way or no way
she took one of the most important people in my life out
she told them not to talk to me and i didnt want them around
how could you
how can you speek for me
you dont know what i want
you dont know whats good for me
you may think you do but your wrong
i cant believe you
i cant believe you told her to stay away from me
and thats why she hasnt been around
i need her
d0ont tell her what to do she's an adult
you've ruind our lives
and dont think you doing me good
cause you have ruined me
and you ruined her too
good job mom

watching out the window
the tears run down my cheeks
i'm held captive in two homes
i cant breath
they're choking me to death
i cant do anything at all
nothing is right
everything is wrong
and yet i am sapost to be strong
i'm a flimsy piece of paper
i'm a wet paper towel
but in their eyes i'm hard as a rock
they dont  see what  they are doing
they really dont care
they wont see it till their daughter isn't there
she'll leave with a smile knowing that she can be free
and they'll sit there wondering what happened
when will they see what they are doing to me
i'm sitting her dieing
and they are sitting there smiling
pushing me away more then they know
i cant stand anyone anymore and have no home
all i can think about is the when i can leave this hell
i never thought that i's get the point to where i'm at
i can tel my life is really crumbling now
and im stuck there watching it fall
and they can watch me fail
just like they've always wanted to
i dont see all the pain i go through everyday
if they only knew what was happening to me
i wonder if they'd change
i wonder if they'd want to help
but it doesnt even matter anymore because it's too late
the only thing i need is out
sometimes i wish i was never born
and it gets harder everyday
i cant take this anymore

There are two things people shouldn't joke about but they do, love and death.

Love
people dont understand how powerful love is
how it can heal a broken heart or break a heart

Death
this mostly goes to little boys
who pretend to kill their friend
they dont understand that death means they wont come back
ever

i-couldn't-believe-my-eyes
when i woke up this morning.
i looked at the sidewalk & there
was a million people dressed the same,
who answered their cellphones at the same time
& all popped a pill for the same disorder.
can't be fat, no we can't have that.
we're so far gone, don't you see that
we're-so-far-gone?



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