You Never Hoped For Me

I hope you choke on every “I love you” that escapes your lying lips.
I hope that call you’re wishing for never comes, because it’s your wish.
I hope she doesn’t really love you, because you took your lies to the tenth degree.
I’m hoping for all these things because you never hoped for me.
I hope your love for her ends because your “forever”’s just can’t be.
I hope she walks away from you just like you walked away from me.
I hope you realize that leaving me was a huge mistake.
I hope she realizes the ring you gave to her is genuinely fake.
I hope you come running back to me like you did once before.
I hope you cry your desperate tears when you realize I don’t want you anymore.
I’m hoping for all these things because I hate you, can’t you see?
I’m hoping for all these things because you never hoped for me.

Holocaust Child
Those eyes
they stare at me
with such intensity
I feel them
look past my face
and into my soul.
Searching.
Those eyes
that have seen so much pain,
that hold back so many
unshed tears
and dreams forgotten.
Lost.
Those eyes
older then a child’s eyes are meant to be,
that shelter so many
untold secrets
and frightening memories.
Afraid.
Those eyes
that say so much
without words,
those eyes
so full of worry
that there will be no acceptance
for a girl with the Star of David
around her neck.
Alone.
Yet those eyes filled with hope.
Always hope
that tomorrow
will shed some sunlight
on two beautiful eyes
that have seen
only shadows.
Hope.

I've come so far
And now I'm through

It's been so hard
For me to do

All the work that I've put into this
Has now paid off

When times get rough
Don't give up

Keep moving forward
For all I know...

LIFE'S A TEST!

When you're down
And need help rising up

Take my hand
We'll get through this together

Breaking down will never get you
Where you want to go

So follow the Lord and just stay strong
I'll show you that there is always a way

When you believe in God.

Sorrow

Sorrow is black.
It sounds like your favorite song ending.
It tastes like a dessert that is too sweet.
And Smells like stale air.
Sorrow looks like a dead flower.
And it makes you feel like you have a million bruises.

love at first site
like an arrow it strikes
deprives me of all my might
although it seemed different to me
it made me a diiferent me
changed my act
stop being a mac
but when you left me a part of me i lacked
me and you together makes a good fact
and when you left me i just couldnt get over you
you was my liquer and i couldnt be sover of you
just a parasite eating through my brain but eventualy you came back and i found my way
i know we aint perfect we all make mistakes so lts try our best and together well lay

Okay, I haven't thought of a title for this. And I know it sucks, so you don't really have to tell me. You can if you want though. I was bored and this is what came to mind. Also, it isn't auto-biographical, so please don't ask if it's about me. It's not.

Falling, falling.
Fear.
Pain.
Bleeding.
Again.
I cry.
It's over.
I'm on the floor.
I stare at the once-white carpet,
The once-white carpet covered in dried blood
My blood.
The once-white carpet that has witnessed unbearable torture,
Suffering.
Over and over again.
The once-white carpet that tells a story
Of a stolen childhood,
An alcoholic with a bad past,
And a history of child abuse.
Will the once-white carpet tell the story of my children,
If I have children?
Will their story be anything like mine?
I wonder.
I wonder a lot of things.
Maybe if I got better grades,
Daddy would still love me.
And maybe if I was prettier,
Mommy would still hug me.
I guess I'll never know.
But,
I do know that I must save my future children
From having a story anything like mine.
I get up slowly,
Walk into the kitchen.
This is for my would-be children, I say to myself.
This is to end my pain.
I look around,
Grab a knife,
Take one last look at the once-white carpet,
And end my life.

Mother’s Day

It is Mother's Day today.
I woke up early
to make her crepes and coffee.
I found that we had no eggs.
My sister had eaten the remaining few
that I had set aside last night.
So I left a note on a napkin by the stove
and biked from locked door to locked door
of the lazy Sunday morning stores.
In the end rescue rests
in the little home a way from home.
It has a refrigerator.
There I stole two eggs.
I put on in each side pocket
of my leather jacket.
On the way home
I avoided sand drifts and sewer grates.
The brakes by my right hand don't work.
Wary, I pedaled standing up.
When I got home,
I found my mother dressed, ready for church.
Not time to eat.
It was the thought that counted.
I hadn't shaven or rushed my teeth that morning.
Blurry eyed and out of breath,
I said, "Happy Mother's Day."
She hugged me
and broke her eggs.

"Golden leaf"
Golden leaf in a tree
Golden leaf hide from me
Golden leaf peek-a-boo
Golden leaf i see you
Golden leaf falling down
Golden leaf on the ground
Golden leaf brown from red
Golden leaf you are dead.

A haiku:

Angst angst angst angst angst
Cliché cliché cliché shit
I ran out of room

black is this hole that lies inside me

deep inside i am allowed to breath

i cant imagine a darker midnight

untill i feel them creeping down my cheeks

falling- falling softly as they tend to do

caressing my eyelashes untill they collapse

and break allas upon my lips

they roll as if over softly laden sand dunes

i feel the metal crouched in the palm of my hand

i tenderly grasp their base

fondly i touch its cooled edge to my skin

untill the pressure releases -in sin

the red dyed tears roll down my flesh

softly -they fall down

to never retrace its steps

back into my lungs and heart

i no longer feel the need to hold it dear

i drop this sinful tool to my beautifuly-tiled bathroom floor

clatters- alerting others in this home to my presence

my voice carries only to the tip of my tongue

i try to screem- tiss only a whimper in reply

i've gone to far this time

to deep -this gash

to much red dyed tears gone from my scarce vains

the pool of red dyed tears carresses me as i slowly slip to my beautifuly tiled floor

i catch one last glimpse of the sterile white lights

and i awake

no more- heart ake

Let's take these days and fill them with meaning.
The vacancies ravage more room than they seem.
But every new sunrise makes hope worth believing.
We won't spend these instances down on our knees.

Let's take these nights, make them worth not sleeping.
In the blackest of hours, the stars come alive.
We'll sleepwalk these streets, they'll think that we're dreaming.
We dream the impossible with wide open eyes.

Let's take this moment and make it worth breathing.
With your arm on my shoulder, the task comes with ease.
But your lips on mine, and my lungs are deceiving.
A pause in my breath as my heart skips a beat.

And I'll take your heart and I'll make it love beating.
I'll give you more love than I ever believed.
And if heartache ensues, in despair you're misleading,
I'll marvel at crimson my open chest bleeds.

'Cause these hours, these minutes, these seconds worth saving,
Spent vulnerably distancing lovers and lies,
Are numb without letting these five senses feel,
And better spent aching than waiting to die.

Its a warm night tonight,
But inside is still ice,
I haven't let the warmth in,
To melt away the frost,
Not even hell could melt it,
For I am alone,
I am me,
I am one,
Satan has his demons,
To keep him company,
But sitting here,
I realize,
I have even less than that.

Mind wandering,
Down another path again,
I try to stop it,
But it leaves me here,
Flooding me,
And I struggle to get back to reality,
But sometimes reality isn't much better,
I wonder sometimes,
Why I even bother comming back,
Because atleast I know the outcome,
When my mind goes on its own.

here is my poem:

it was cold
and i went outside

This is about a very very good friend of mine who saved me from all end. I just . she has helped me a lot. And I think everybody needs that, somebody they can really just talk to. I'm sure some of you have been in a situation where love has really been more of a hell than a heaven. So, this is for that girl who helped me out of my hell. Brought me back my HEAVEN.

Thank You. Blessings.



"Love of you lady"

By: Storm


"Please just listen man, I love your girl. She saved me yet she kills me. I need my buddies I need my brothers. I am obsessive.

Intentions well and said. I was fu**** up. Told her I loved her by which I do. fell in hell's mud. There is an angelic satanist residing in my mind. Digs and digs each day. Can't reach the soul just yet.

Thats Bastard for ya. Disaster for ya. mmmmmmm....waters and daughters...... hold your daughters... Dads, walk with your sons.

They want to know your struggles as you want theirs. Oppression depression obsession a lesson. I learned Bet ya I have.

Girl. please can you just listen. You are my friend Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. Keep my buddy. Keep my brother in line.

Bless you sweetie Bless you Bless you. Bless you. Bless you. Bless You. Bless you. Bless You. Bless you. Bless you.

You can conquer, I can conquer, we balance each other.

Love of you. You should know."

I um...wrote this poem just sitting here really. It just came to me so I wrote it down. Hope it helps somebody somehow.

I'm with Ya

Much Blessings. -Me-




-mOOn SOBER-

By: StoRm

"EVERYONE RUN. RED MOON COMES! TEETH CAN SINK INTO STEEL AND SIP THE BLOOD FROM THE ONE IT FANCIES, TO TASTE.......CHASE AWAY EACH OTHER! HOLD ONE ANOTHER. The idea is to keep us all sane. Its a moon, its a moon after all. revolves revolves revolves revolves revolves revolves. Hey young man, put that damn gun down! the razor doesn't belong on your wrist!!! We all have a hell we all have a hell we all have a hell we all have a hell!! heaven is important aswell. heaven, saves thee from which thy fell."

quote:

Originally posted by Shade:
You know...people could steal your poems and use them themselves. It might be a good idea to copywrite them first? That's just my opinion, though, and I for one don't want my poems stolen.

Shade has a GOOD point there...

ok i have two:

The night sky is clear
A star for every reason I love you
Each star burns like our love
The moon lit like our passion
Tonight the sky is ours
Our possibilities are endless
Its time to defy gravity

The world is ours
No one will stop us
Tonight we are one as you hold me
And we look into the sky

You whisper in my ear
Chills run through my body
A smile finds my lips
Your lips find my smile
The sky explodes as our lips touch
This is how we defy gravity



and...
She’s a beautiful flower
Unique and delicate
With roots so fragile and frail
One gust of wind and she’s blown over and broken

And the sun lifts her up
Puts her back like she was
She brushes off the dirt
She’ll make a new beginning, a life for herself

A new start on this new day
And she blooms
And she’s bright
Learning not to get knocked down

She’s a beautiful flower
More unique than before
She’s stronger now
One gust of wind and she stands taller

Where am I FROM?
I am from hills shrouded in mist
Kiwi birds,
Vineyards,
And trees.

I am from gurnard, snapper, and paua
Caught yesterday in Hawkes Bay.

I am from cold days
Waiting for a late bus on a Monday.

I am from Napier and Hastings
From Taupo and Auckland
Sandy beaches and the silver fern.

I am from mince pies
And fish and chips
From hungis and kumera.

I am from a summer Christmas and snow in July.

I am from the house by the beach
From the view of the ocean and the hills behind.


I am from movies on the weekend.
From the farmers market
From the speedway on a Saturday night.

I am from Fiordland and Waikiki Island.

I am from cattle, sheep, and orchards
Dairy farms and fishing boats.

I am from field hockey and soccer,
From rugby and cricket.

I am from Qui Patitur Vincit
From a blue uniform and black shorts.

I am from camping and horse riding
From archery and rock climbing.

I am from waking up to the fading song of bellbirds
And kakareki means green.

I am from talofa
Kia ora
And tenakoe.

Does anyone know where I’m from?

Beautiful was bottled up
Captured and never released
Never heard of emotionally
Always tight lipped and poised
Ready to serve.

Heart and soul cry out
Dreams spill over the brim
All silenced by voices
Saying can’t and wont
Strength is weakness kept in.

Crying out when it isn’t necessary
Doesn’t make it right or beautiful
Dying on the inside is a selfless act
On the brink of an all together outsider
She wanted to be free and alone in her thoughts.

Alone and free in thoughts of nothing
Else but him and ultimately her
Together but always separate and never equal
All she ever wanted was him
All he ever wanted was someone else.

Burned out and lonely
From a life lived for someone else
Starting anew would be a good place to go
But feeling stranded and guilty
For leaving and never looking back.

It hurts to think of life
Without a familiar constant
Something to always go by
And feel safe with
Is always hard to let go of.

But she has to say good-bye
For he will never be what she
Needs him to be in life
So good-bye my love
My dear life.