charlotte marie peachey
i am a 21 year old budding poet and in my spare time its all i do. lol. i was diagnosed a few years ago with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. my theropist suggested all sorts for my depression like art theropy that didnt work, counselling and hypnotherapy none of these worked until one day i picked up a pen and wrote down what i was feeling and to my surprise the words i had written rhymed and made sense. from then on poems have been my counselling and my antidepressants and im happy that i started writing poem i now have some thing in the region of 250 poems written since 2007. more »
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take me in your arms (miss heroin)
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash, and someone, pretending to be a true friend, said, 'I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin.'
daddy likes to touch me
Juxtapose like tears and fears make promises that you tend to break. Scream from the top of your lungs, shoot yourself in the head.
snow (a happy poem at last lol)
What is this wonder soft and white, That falls from the sky on this wintery night? Cool and sparkling, light as a feather, It makes its appearance in cold winter weather.
die for love
i sit in a park where i dwell, for this boy i love so well. he took my heart away from me, now he wants to set me free.
you promised you wouldnt hurt me
You promised you wouldn’t hurt me You swore you would always be true And now I look around And I can’t seem to find you
She begs him to stop, she begs and she pleads, but the harder she cries, the harder she bleeds. She's wondering why he's hurting her so, but her eyes are getting heavier with each stinging blow.
i pulled you into me
as your fingers caressed my skin you tried to quiet the voice within urging you to push it in your man hood grew to a manly size
a thousand scars
a thousand scars from a rusty blade attempted suicides never made
give me fire, give me wind, forgive me father for i have sinned.
a more pleasent suicide
i am sick and tired of this, may the razor blades dance again voices running through my head i just want this pain to end
the deep deep blue
Once again the call begins Begging me back to the blade Drags me down in the deep blue waves As I feel reality fade
hush, little sister
Hush, little sister Please don't cry I wish I could be there To sing you a lullaby
i will always be a victim of sexual abus...
Tears are always running down my face I hang my head low thinking 'what a disgrace? ' The tears are coming from all the damage you caused What do you want now, a round of applause?
love is like oxygen you cant live without it we only need one thing and that is men
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take me in your arms (miss heroin)
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass
LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,
and someone, pretending to be a true friend,
said, 'I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin.'
Well honey, before you start fooling with me,
just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves.
You think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to Poppy seed waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
you'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I've ...