thanks big time karategirl28 ! GJ too everybody who posted stuff here!!

CONFESSIONS OF THE CONFUSED
My eyes water,
but there are no onions nearby.
I thought I cry for no one,
But I cry for you.

You see through the moves and the line,
Your eyes pierce my skin,
they pierce my very soul.

I can hear your thought,
I can feel your pain,
I know you have fought,
You try to fight me but it is in vain.

You feel my care,
and I feel yours,
You can read me like a book,
Page by page.

You know my secrets,
You know story,
Yet why do you tease.

I give you a rose,
you throw it in my face.
I gave you my jacket,
and you blew your nose.

It is not gifts you want,
It is not material,
You want my heart,
You want my love.


A LOST SOUL
The sunset turns the sky to a fiery red,
The hot summer breeze hits my face,
The air smells of cigarette smoke,
The overpass is bombarded with cars,
I can hear their horns overhead.

Places to go,
People to meet,
The same old same old.
It was all BS

I pull the bag out of my pocket and rest it on the torn brown box next to me,
I pull out the sterling silver lighter and lay it next to the bag.

I try to think,
I try to feel,
The words are all muffled in my head,
The colors stream across the landscape.
A rainbow of colors surrounds me and my vision is blurred.

All I am left to know is the whimpering of a nearby life.
The crying just gets louder.
I look down at the ****-stained floor,
searching for some consolation.
All I find is the needle, the pipe,
the same old, same old.

All I am left with is myself,
and the whimpering.
The crying of a past life,
The mourning of a tortured soul.

I look into the puddle in front of me,
and I see the source of the crying,
of the torture...

Kinda dark, pretty long, and a little old, but it's one of my most personal. Just remember, I'm fragile, so I beg that you be gentle if you comment.

In the middle of laughter
I weep
When there should be joy
I feel only heartache

Why?
This I cannot answer
I am tormented by despair; it is true
But Why?
I do not know

Is it my family, our situation?
Perhaps
Is it that I feel I don't deserve pleasure?
Maybe
Or is it these damned hormones, flowing throughout my system
Could be

Or, mayhap, it is not any of these, but another
Something else, more sinister

This blackness that is taking me over
Whispering sweet, torturous nothings
Heavy breathe on my neck, heavy weight on my body
It is my lover, my one and only

A love that causes so much pain
A one-sided feeling of pleasure
For while he gleefully swallows my happines
I learn to live with it
Day after Day

My screams are music to his ears
My tears a life-giving substance
My anger fills him with undeniable passion

It is a love that I cannot return
Yet I don't know how to live without it
He's got me right where he wants me
Putty for his manipulating hands

This is my tormented existence
Serving out an endless sentence
to a loveless thing

Depression
I am kept alive at only his will
Until I find a way to escape

Please
Let me find a Way
Please

letzBloud.....I like yours.
"don't take anything for granted" theme.
Good job.

Nice Sunset. Really Great. One of Mine:

Good Christian.

She stands in somber silence,
clutching a black rosary to her chest.
A layer of dust even clings to her shadow,
radiating an unholy innocence.
Standing for hours at the vestibule,
repenting for sins she can't remember.
She too holds blood in high regard,
she'll cut the damned eucharist from her wrist.
Devoutly taking her penance,
in steady 200 miligram doses.
She lifts off the veil of faith from her eyes,
and runs blindly through a sea of pews.
Screaming in key to horrific melodies,
of church hymns sung in tongues.
She bows her head in muted prayer,
never to lift it again.
She cuts the damned eucharist from her left wrist.
I'm a good christian, see?
She is.
She was.

heres a thought.

-Night is gone, the world has turned;
What if tomorrow never comes?
People look for the future in the faces of there watches;
And look for the past in the back of photo albums;
What if tomorrow never comes?
People walk down dusty roads trying to find home;
Believing they are lost when they've really lost their minds;
What if tomorrow never comes?
People sit on park benches, in subways, & on planes;
Traveling somewhere yet going nowhere;
What if tomorrow never comes?
Its far too easy to forget to sing for the sun, & whistle for moon;
Taking each day in its own tune;
What if tomorrow never comes?
They say its time to walk when its really time to fly;
Never look back, & never look down;
What if tomorrow never comes?
Learn to live while your still young;
Keep on laughing forever strong;
What if tomorrow never comes?-

Thanks Ohio and Jamaica.
-Sunset

i love your poems Sunset!! especially the recent one.

Sunset, I think that I like all of your poems so far

I dont smile much anymore
I have no reason too
so if you see me smiling
know i'm smiling because of you

I didnt write it..but i like it

heres anutha 4 ya!

-Hello Beast;
Good day wretched creature.
Your strongest desire is to feast;
Bloody fangs are your best features.
Hello Beast;
Good day inhuman killer.
No one cares for you in the least;
You should go back to your piller.
Good bye Beast;
You'll kill tomorrow as well.
You will not go back to the east;
You'll make our lives a living hell.
Good bye Beast.
Hello Beast.-

Some days it feels like I shouldn't be here
Like I should of died
Life just doesn't feel right
You say I'm stronger then this
The one who shouldn't give up
That I have my whole life in front of me
That I'm a great person
And that I shouldn't die
Because you would if I did.

But...


Why didn't you take your own?
Why couldn't you listen to your own advice?
Don't you know you're the one who kept me alive
You gave me spirit.
Hope
Love
Faith.

You...

You were my blessing from above
You were my guardian angel.
You were my everything to me

...

I thought you could of made it
Made it through life
Like you said I could
You really had your whole life in front of you
You would of been something great...

Like...

Like you said I would be.
I wish you just would of taken your own advice.

I wrote this for my two friends, who've commited suicide in the past year. I just realized I write a lot of poems about death. Heh.
-Sunset

quote:

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Originally posted by letzBloud:
pleaz enjoy!

-Have you ever heard a whisper in the wind;
A whisper so soft that it has a ghostly whim?
Who I wonder, utters such words;
A whisper softer than the flutter of birds?
Who is this person that I never knew?
I wonder, has he spoken to you?
Where is this person, where has he gone?
Will I ever hear his whispered song?
If you ever hear a whisper one day;
Ask who it is, they just might say.
If you ignore it, what happens then;
If you never hear that whisper again?-

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That was really great, I loved it!!

pleaz enjoy!

-Have you ever heard a whisper in the wind;
A whisper so soft that it has a ghostly whim?
Who I wonder, utters such words;
A whisper softer than the flutter of birds?
Who is this person that I never knew?
I wonder, has he spoken to you?
Where is this person, where has he gone?
Will I ever hear his whispered song?
If you ever hear a whisper one day;
Ask who it is, they just might say.
If you ignore it, what happens then;
If you never hear that whisper again?-

Ah, yes but...

I tried.
I failed.
But then, i am Bella.

Thanks AnimeKat. I have a lot more poems. I'm just not sure if I should post them. A lot of the ones I take pride in, are really personal.
-Sunset

Sunset...a thead that is dead can easily come alive again...i wouldn't give up on this one so soon...what's a new one going to do? Give more room for the close-minded people to bust? I'd like to read anymore poems you have to post. I belive in other's work...or writtings- even if no one else does...even the writers themselves.

~Katz

Thanks, but apparently it wasnt a great idea, becuase this thread died... I'll just make a new one for my poetry when I get it up.
-Sunset

Sounds good to me...here one of mine.
(No one steal...doubtful...very doubtful.)

The shifting darkness
Skating the surface of the light
Covering-blocking-changing
Shapes of many-come alive
Dreams cast shadows-too.
Tales of lands-people-creatures
the quintessence of Imagination.
The culture of the soul
The shadows Disillusioning
What was, is, and isn't.
Time casceding tho your mirror-no more
Dreams cast shadows-too.
Parting lips- speak no sin
Nor break no hearts
in this world of dreams
I find myself- as me
so easy to see me
but these are shadows
No more- Yet no less
as real as one allows
as one thinks-
Dreams cast shadows-too.

-Katz M. P.

Ah... that's true. Anyway, I guess this is my poetry thread...
-Sunset