Originalpoem Quotes

Sunsets are a symbol of one view,

When a being looks up with no clue.
 
Those that are simply two wings of the same bird,
 
Obliviously continue on without a word.
Days full of a lowest feeling,

To an evening calm, weightless, appealing.
 
Up until their final, beatiful, flawless hours,
 
Souls receive bullets and flowers.
 
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if roses are red,
and violets were blue, l
ife would be perfect for me and you.



[mine]

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Roses are dead,
Violets are too.
Blood comes out red,
When the knife cuts through.
Their tears run clear,
When their lies aren't true.
Their eyes show fear,
As their face turns blue.
They say not a peep,
But the heart speaks no lies.
They all start to weep,
When everything dies. 
 
He said goodnight,
She did too,
Little did she know,
He was trying to say "I'll miss you."
 
For that was his first love,
And his last.
Tonight he will kill the pain,
To make him forget his past.
 
With the blade in hand,
And letter he wrote,
He will die,
And leave his note.
 
She will come later,
To find him dead.
And read the words: "I'm sorry, baby,
Blame the voices in my head."



I'm sorry I hurt myself. I know it hurts you too,
but you don't understand how it feels when
there's nothing else you can do.


 
Format:SecretlyBrokenAndSilentlyHoping
I am that girl in class
who never laughs
at your bawdy jokes
but sits quietly
doing my work.
You tease me
and don't understand
why I don't think it's funny.
You think I have no sense of humor.
 
You're wrong.
I'll laugh for hours
with my friends,
so hard sometimes
my stomach aches.
I smile and giggle
just like every other teenage girl.
 
So when I don't laugh
about your joke about cancer,
I'm thinking of a beautiful girl
who lost a wonderful mother.
When I don't laugh at your joke
about domestic abuse,
I'm thinking of the bruises
my sister brought home.
When I don't laugh at your joke
about people with different colored skin,
I'm thinking of the
toughest boy I know
brought to tears
because of the judgments
made based on his race.
Senses of love


I want to feel the touch.
I want to feel the touch of your words as they are gently whispered in my ear.
I want to feel the touch of your gentle fingers as the crawl up my back.
I want to feel the touch of your lips against mine in the cool night.
I want to feel the touch of your steamy breathe agains my skin.
I want to feel the touch of your lips on my neck and stomach.
I want to feel the touch of your arms around my neck.
I want to feel the touch of your chest against mine.
I want to feel the touch of your smooth skin.
I want to feel.

I want to hear the sound.
I want to hear the sound of your heavy breathe when you have a nightmare.
I want to hear the sound of your words sweetly whispered to me.
I want to hear the sound of your heart beating over and over.
I want to hear the sound of your gasping breathe as we kiss.
I want to hear the sound of your lips kissing my skin.
I want to hear the sound of your hand grasping mine.
I want to hear the sound of your voice replaying.
I want to hear.

I want to see the way.
I want to see the way the steam comes off you as you step out of a pool on in the sunlight.
I want to see the way the water drips down your body as you step out of the shower.
I want to see the way your legss flex as you leave for an early morning jog.
I want to see the way your jaw moves as you talk, scream, yell and whisper.
I want to see the way your chest moves up and down as your breathe gently.
I want to see the way your hand slides across the paper as you write.
I want to see.

I want to taste the flavor.
I want to taste the flavor of your soft but rough lips as they touch mine in the night.
I want to taste the flavor of your salty skin as I kiss your neck and stomach.
I want to taste the flavor of your words as they fly to me when we speak.
I want to taste the flavor of your breath as you breathe before a kiss.
I want to taste the flavor of your tongue as it traces my lips.
I want to taste.

I want to smell the scent.
I want to smell the scent of your morning breath when we kiss good morning.
I want to smell the scent of your sweat when you get back from the gym.
I want to smell the scent of your cologne when you're getting ready.
I want to smell the scent of your toothpaste when we kiss goodnight.
I want to smell.

                                                                               (E.)

 
I'm not worth the time that you spend
using your voice
or using your hands
to speak to me
because I'm nothing
Nothing special
Nothing cool
i'm a loser
I'm a fool.
don't waste your time trying to help
because all i'll do is push you away
and yet here i stand
in my head, wishing you'd stay.

so i literally just made up this poem while typing it idk how that happened but it just did
I live in a Hyprocrictical  Sadistic World
(M.M)
So throw this life of broken promises and faded dreams out the window
let it bungee jump down, hit rock bottom, then soar back up
past just plain suck
past sad
and lonley
and confused
and anything else my bungee cord chooses to refuse
and I'll land right back here
at almost okay
and maybe then
it won't seem so bad.
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