Close Cousins
but not the kissing kind
she never thought he'd cross that line
But as time goes by
the family falls apart
along with her and her heart

Close Cousins
But only in the friend way
That wasnt enough to fulfill his day
He took it a step further
Which made her feel the want of murder

Close Cousins
He wanted to be more then the kissing kind

Sleeping in the Enemy's Camp

Golden blood of dying friends,
Are caught trembling in my hands,
And as I weep a hollow sound,
My heart has broken.
What could have done this evil deed?
What monster foul and dark?
The answer comes as I see something shining
Stuck in a tree's good heart...
Their blood is on my shaking hands,
But I cannot weep for them,
For I cannot even weep for me,
I'm only wishing for the end.
I am the Heart!
Beating! Beating!
Someone protect my life!
I can feel them
Closer! Closer!
Don't let them destroy my home--
Don't let them destroy my Home!
I pull away, my thoughts my own...
But I can feel the Forest's Heart
If I can be the Forest, forest...
I won't let my Home,
Fall apart...


So that's that. (sigh) If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go to hell, just don't ask stupid questions like "what's the Heart?" "What is this about?" And other stupid things.

The light reflects off the water
the way I feel about you.
The water rolls off the leaves,
like a beautiful dew.
The trees whisper secerts
you only know,
it's our little secert,
where only we go.
The sun never set,
the moon never fades.
We laugh at the time
stuck between the days.


Love is one thing you can never do wrong.

I think you all will liek this poem by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

I am nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair, Don't tell
They'll banish us you know
How dreary to be somebody
How public like a frog
To tell the name-a livelong day
To an admiring bog.

~Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

I am the new kid,
I hear laughing.
I wonder whom the laughter is coming from?
I see who it is,
I want to know why they are laughing?
I am the new kid.

I pretend I do not notice,
I feel embarrassed,
I touch my pocket.
I worry I will not make any friends.
I cry in fear.
I am the new kid.

I understand, they do not know the real me.
I say, “it is all OK.”
I dream I am back home with my friends.

I try to speak without stuttering.
I hope I find a friend in this chaotic crowd.
I am the new kid.

I haven't written poetry in a while.

Art Class

The girl beside me fidgets,
up and down side to side.
They speak in monotone
one painful syallable at a time.
Give the text book answer and pass.
Agree.
Submit.
Conform.
Give up.
Stuff art in a box.
disect it, analyze it, beat it into submission, kill it.
Forget your humanity.
reject what makes you whole.
Become cold and hard.
Don't forget to stuff me in the same box.
I talk too much.....

April

Alaways looking, always watching
Never ever participating.
That is until tester year...
She always found the wrong thing to wear
So why should anyone care?
She always knew they never noticed
So she justed stopped trying.
And, started listening.
Making opinions but, keeping them close,
For someone might question her.
She was afraid they might question her.
Then one day she spokee,
Someone listened.
Finally someone cared.
She felt an uncommon high, like never before.
Then she spoke again the next day,
She looked each and every way
For the one who listened.
Yearing for that high.
Suddenly she stopped the lie,
She stopped looking,
She stopped everything...
No more speaking, only listening.
She went back to the mold nobody noticed.
She was forgotten
She didn't know where to fit in.
She felt... lost.

Good enough? Hell, man. Maybe not good enough for some people, but those are just critics. Ignore them; don't provoke them (like I did).

first time posting one out sorry if it isn't good enough

depressed

no sleep no food that is how I am blessed my heart stabbed and pulled from my chest
no more the children of the sun will awake for I scream with the strongest of hate
for the one who pushed the blade was the one I loved like a friend and a lover
but to me the pain was to unbearable like the unfaithful death of a brother
now I must live and sleep with the sorrow of betrayal like my body on the rail
waiting for the train to run over me and all just to be in the deep sleep
that I can never come out of to waste more time in this world for lies and deceits
though this is not the death note it is the death of love between one another

End This Madness

Moonlight, it shines down upon this open window as the wind stirs the hair on my head. Strands sway with the breeze as if dancing to some forlorn drumbeat of reality. It is that way. Or at least I wished it was. Things changed in this life, as all is as unpredictable as the world that envelops us. To rely on nature or man at all implies foolishness, which must be met with the harsh cold truth of what is real. No, don't tell me life must be lived for naught. But is that not how it must be? Supposedly not, as life can so easily be explained. But if it can, then why is it not? I shake my head, the red lights the toss and turn around my room reflecting off the monitor into my eyes. Things cannot be this simple. Things cannot be so crass as to assume that everyone realizes everything. No. But some do. And these are those poor tortured souls. Oh, how they mock thee, and how so my soul reaches out for thy comfort. They do not understand, nor will they ever. We tried to explain to them what was to come. But none lent an ear, although all can hear. Was it our fault or theirs? We tried, did we not? I laugh, as all will fail, yet no one will know, for the knowledge has died amongst the ones who flailed for their very lives. It is far too late for this. Why must it end this way? For things must be this way. Why? Because things have gone on far too long. This all must come to an end to protect the ones who have fallen. And who are they? The tortured ones. The ones that bled out for mankind. And so things will be so that revenge will be conjured upon the oppressors. And so the world shall end to save the ones who have already passed? Yes. And so things will end with a silent scream, not one alive will have known it has happened. Could it have already happened? Maybe, but that is not for you to know; you are still alive. But not for long. Everything shall pass quickly for you. Do not fret, the familiar edge of a cold razor shall not escape you, nor shall eternal damnation. Give up while you still can. And end this madness.

I'm twisted with the pain
Pain that drives me insane
Drains my veins and drives me to these things
I'm twisted with the reality that you may never see
So, don't feed me bull**** that will never be.

When all goes dark I sit there staring at the things in the shadows.I know they are waiting for me to grow weak and give in.I fear that if I close my eyes and ponder on the realm of my world,my mind will chip away.So I wait,wait for when it happens,when I give into the darkness and when I come to I'm in a world of hell and devils.I wait for them to hex my brain,and take me to where unimaginable becomes the pain.

the sky is red, changed from blue
the perfect dream is shattered in two
a stranger stalks in the long grass
through the trees cold chills pass
trecherous plots of murder and plunder
a gunshot sounds like a clap of thunder
the air is filled with songs of sorrow]
by the birds that will sing at dawn tomorrow
dust and dirt swirl around
slowly but surely the creature falls down
its beautiful coat, blood stainded, red
its amber eyes close
the last tiger is dead.

Nearly Whitewashed Walls

I stand by nearly whitewashed walls
And listen to their mockery
They simply cannot look this way
And see the beauty that may be.
Creeping in the insult void,
And listening to blasphemy,
Can they not see the man inside--
The man whose heart may still yet bleed
I stand by bloodstained hands are theirs
And listen to their murdering
They kill me with their seething glance
Determined not to let me be.
Standing somber in the crowd,
And like the wall, they can't see me
I'm screaming in my lost dark mind
Like drums of time, pounding, pounding
I stand by dirty blackened walls,
The charred remains of travesty
And like the nearly whitewashed walls,
I fade simply to charred nothing

i tried to be strong
when you broke my heart
i didn't cry, yet now i do
for we are far apart
you told me you loved me
so sweet and sincere
you made me so happy
i had nothing to fear
as time wit by
what we had flourished and spread
all was unspoken
no word needed to be said
and then came a day
when something went wrong
all i knew i could do
was hold on and be strong
it was so sudden
you gave no reason of why
i felt so numb and empty
i just wanted to die
sadness consumed me
yet i fought to stay whole
i took so much for granted
and this was my toll
blinded by confusion
i felt so lost and helpless
and then there was you
so kind and selfless
my one true friend
i give you thanks for all you've done
you mean the world to me
you're my moon, my stars, and my sun
and once again
i have lost another friend
all i can do is wish
that we'll soon meet again
i hope that i'll meet
with all who i love
in that great place called heaven
right up above

I lied. I'll post it later. Good poem, phoenix. bluedem, I'll read yours later. No time; class is out.

China
When I found out, I cried.
Two separate rivers ran down my face,
And I was unable to utter a sound,
Looking back, I should have known it was coming,
When mile long walks turned into walks around the block,
Then just up the street,
And then climbing down the steps became an effort.
China and I weren’t even that close,
Being three years my senior,
She already had rule of the house when I was born.
She never listened to me,
Or gave back the ball,
And it wasn’t until I was twelve and she fifteen,
That she let me take her for walks,
And even then it was a stretch,
Me leading her around the block,
Box of dog biscuits in hand,
As she wouldn’t follow otherwise.
She was like a person really,
A part of the family for eighteen years,
She had her own eating preferences:
No salad without dressing,
And absolutely no ketchup,
On her grilled cheese.
I’ll never forget the times she broke into the trash can,
On nights we had chicken,
Little bits of meat strewn all over the kitchen floor,
My mom never learned.
She “lost” her hearing when she was fourteen,
But even at eighteen,
She got up when a car pulled into the driveway,
Or when my mom came into the house,
Even though she has been gone two months,
I still hear her from time to time,
When the newspapers rustle,
Or a chair moves,
I think its China.
But then I remember she is gone.
I guess it’s hard to let go of something,
That has been with you your entire life.

Silence drops like a blanket over the sky
Darkness hangs on every branch on every tree
Shadows creep in the hidden places
Let me see one who will fight it