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If I Could DrawIf I could draw, I'd draw the world.
I'd draw abstract with a bunch of swirls.
I'd draw some trees and a small lake.
I'd draw the truth, as well as the fake.
I'd draw my friends and I'd draw me.
I'd draw the details of everything I see.
I'd draw the visions in my head.
I'd draw the dreams from my bed.
I'd let you see the world as I do.
I'd capture what's known by few.
There's just some things words can't show,
Some parts of my head you'll never know.
My drawings are so terribly bad.
Artistic ability, I wish I had.
Why is There a God?Why is there a God?
What makes Him there?
Why is he powerful?
Why does he care?
What if God is evil,
Everything bad you see?
With all the evil here,
It's not far-fetched to me.
What if God is weak,
And just trying his best?
Every bit of evil,
Is him failing his test.
What if God is lonely,
And wishes he could talk?
Envies the humans,
That on Earth walk.
What if God is uncaring,
More important things to do?
He isn't at all worried,
What happens to you.
What if God is overwhelmed,
With everything he knows?
He tries to block it out,
Ignoring where it goes.
What if God is sleeping,
And will wake up late?
Soon he'll realize,
This effect on fate.
What if God is focused,
And can't see the world?
Too busy helping,
The praying little girl.
What if God isn't real,
And your religion is fake?
I have to wonder,
What difference it would make.
How I SpeakPoetry is how I speak.
My communication is weak.
Sorry if I don't talk back.
Social skills I do lack.
No understanding of what to say.
Dealing with it everyday.
So when I just say nothing,
It doesn't mean anything.
What to say I'm not sure.
My short responses do bore.
Only understood when I write.
A difference of day and night.
Take this as my apology.
It's not you. It really is me.
Happy As Could BeThe boy was as happy as could be.
A joy to everyone he would see.
Stop and chat for a while.
He could make anyone smile.
Everyone wished they could be him.
So pure he was, without sin.
But he loved to be by himself.
He had hid from everyone else.
All the smiles were in vain.
His mind was filled with pain.
He didn't know how to end.
Known not by a single friend.
Everyone thought he was fine.
He gave a smile for the last time.
FreeI am left here on my own.
Now's not a time to be alone.
All I asked is that you try,
When you know that I may die.
When I'm that hurt, you just run.
You say it's over and you're done.
I reach out for some help,
But I'm left all by myself.
Suddenly a hand takes mine.
Tells me everything will be fine.
But when I look it's not you.
I find that it's someone new.
When I reach out, he's still here.
He starts to quell all my fears.
I share my hurt, I share my pain,
But no longer is it in vain.
As we talk I start to smile.
We talk of your actions so vile.
How could anyone leave a friend,
When they thought it was the end?
Even if it were someone I hate,
I couldn't let death be their fate.
I can't believe how selfish you are,
Leaving everyone you know with a scar.
You hurt everyone that you know.
You blame it on you feeling low.
You'll play it over in your head,
Every single thing you've said,
But even still you'll continue,
Because destroying is what you do.
At least I know it won't be to me.
Don't Know WhyI feel depressed, but don't know why.
My eyes are tearing about to cry.
Nothing to give the blame to.
I don't know what I'm to do.
I wanted help and I reached out.
Your dismissal gives more doubt.
I know you can't help how busy you are,
And you can't help that you're so far.
I don't want you to feel guilt.
I can see your face begin to wilt.
I know it's tough to put up with me.
Sometimes sadness is all I can see.
There must be more important things to be done.
I guess talking to me isn't one.
I guess it doesn't matter what I blame.
Tomorrow's likely to be the same.
My SecretsMy secrets held since i was a kid.
Wish I could have ran and hid.
Hearing a voice since I was ten.
Now that's out in the open.
Don't know what Mom would say.
Expected her to shy away.
Instead she seems perfectly fine.
With this strange diagnosis of mine.
I didn't know that that could be.
Someone could truly accept me.
With relief I breathe a sigh.
No longer do I need to lie.
What I DidI really just wish that I knew,
Why that's something you would do.
What did I do to deserve it?
Do you think I'm just shit?
I wish that I could understand,
But I really don't think I can.
I want to know why you're gone.
Please tell me where I went wrong.
I thought I did everything for you.
I know that my love was true.
I would never want to cause you pain,
But I can't help if I'm going insane.
I just want you back with me.
You're still all that I see.
I know that we should be together.
I know that it should last forever.
I sit here crying like a kid.
I just want to know what I did.
Don't think you're uglyThose unworthy acquaintances of yours,
Pathetic, they dared tell you
That you were unsightly, coarse, disturbed
That you deserved to age alone
That you would be better off gone.
They laughed at your misfortunes...
...You don't realize how jealous they are,
Don't mind their villainy any longer
They aren't worth your sorrow.
I'm here solely to comfort you
So please trust me,
You're my only wonder of the world.
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-
The BulliedThe Bullied.
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides his home was always too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure that they wouldn't notice if he was to even go missing.
His only friends were online and on facebook.
Every night you could hear him typing away in his room.
His mother started to wonder how long this phase took
Dreams you have are always there
Dreams you have are never there
Dreams you have you feel alive
Dreams you have do not arrive
Dreams you have you scare the clown
Dreams you have you are still alone
Dreams you have you win the game
Dreams you have you hide your name
Dreams you have you are free again
Dreams you have you feel the pain
Dreams you have you change the past
Dreams you have you're running fast
Dreams you have you feel the Light
Dreams you have it's dark tonight
Dreams you have you ride the wind
Dreams you have a broken wing
Dreams you have are always there
Dreams you have are never there.
WinterCalm is the world around me
Sleeping under a white blanket
Sun rays make the snow glitter
Snowflakes dance around in the air
Like magical flowers they fall from the sky
In the middle of it, I start to dance
And I twirl and laugh as the snow keeps falling
I hear children play in the fresh fallen snow
They make snowmen or create snow angels
And sometimes I wish to be one of the crystals
Which gently fall down from the clouds
They slowly put the world to rest
And make children happy as well
"Mother Hulda shakes the pillows!"
They laugh at this old fairy tale
But if that person was real
Shouldn't we thank her for giving us snow?
Real or not, winter is such a sweet time
Where you sit in front of the fireplace and tell fairy tales
And you're snuggled inside a warm blanket
Safe from the cold weather outside
But before I fall asleep
I look outside and see the flakes
Which create mysterious shapes
And lull myself to sleep
For HerSkin so pale and so innocent; yet warm and soft.
Bright is her eyes, always lit by day or by night.
Her warm embrace; like a maiden of the heavens taking the late life of a man.
The way I feel with her, is a way I have so little felt;
Tis love! The bittersweet fruit that drives an able bodied person;
To the very end of their sanity or to their discovery of true happiness!
Oh god who art in heaven, why must I love!
For she the vile woman that fate has bestowed upon my desires;
Feels not the same as I.
The CatchOne bond broken
One relationship formed
One friendship damaged
Left one destroyed girl
A friendship that knew no bounds
Formed on mutual love, trust and respect
Then friends turned to lovers
And love was sacrificed for sex
Strangers turned close friends
Now almost turned into a relationship
But with only one catch
He was the former love interest of her best friend
Two best friends
Capable of running the world together
Torn apart by secrets and rejection
Now a cold silence drifts between them
A love that leaves her feeling used
A relationship that causes her guilt
A friendship that leaves her ashamed for what she has done
Leaves her broken-hearted and confused
To every new experience
Every new cause of happiness
Every bond between friends
There is always a catch
MirrorI look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
a disgusting reflection
staring back at me.
Perfection and beauty,
I'm simply not the person
whom I want to be.
Flawed and broken,
inside and out;
the truth is that I'm someone
the world can go on without.
A Winter MorningThe morning fires are lit. That weak little strip of light on the horizon strengthened, and pushed up the darkness of night to the other side of the world. This world is clothed in winter white, a sparkling new day, a new beginning. Every day is a new beginning, full of promise. Every night is a tired revelation that another day has passed without keeping that promise. Minstrels sing of the dawn, lovers embrace the night; the tired old holy men try to sleep, hoping that a new day will bring the change they’re looking for. King Day and King Night in an endless fight, one never winning for more than a few hours. Still, the dreamers dream with each new morning. Maybe this day will be profound, maybe this is the day that something great will occur. The morning fires are lit, and for now all is well.
You Can't SeeYou can't see what you've done.
You only care about having fun.
Only one parent to raise.
This doesn't seem to faze.
You were never really there.
I wonder if you can even care.
You act like such a child.
Your temper just seems wild.
I don't know what's in your head.
Not my mother, in your bed.
My sister just keeps crying.
I wish you were just trying.
I just want you to understand,
But I don't think you can.
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