Teen Poetry and Discussions
(1/22/2012 7:08:00 PM)
I make a loud noise,
And it is kind of scary,
Again I say BOOM!
this is a Haiku I made up for my Language arts Class.
(1/20/2012 1:24:00 AM)
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(1/16/2012 9:03:00 PM)
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(1/12/2012 9:54:00 PM)
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Darkness descends; clouding my thoughts, my judgement, my decency.
His words batter against me.
Like the waves that beat their rhythm; slowly the rocks give way; and so do I.
I cannot grasp the full meaning of his intentions, nor do I understand what he desires. But through hazy thoughts I am able to understand that he means me harm.
Though time takes a toll, I emerge from within my hiding place; changed.
Now knowing what despair can look like, but also aware of the fragrant smell of hope.
Like the smell of freshly cut flowers, the tang of happiness, the scent of freshly washed laundry swaying on a clothesline, the fragrance of hope draws me in.
Life moves on, and so will I.
(12/31/2011 5:26:00 PM)
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In the end how could I simply stay away?
When a simple hello causes my resolve to sway
I long for those peaks past this veil of deceit, past a forced mask worn
To hide how my heart has been ripped and torn
How blind could I be to ever chase the ghost that is your affection?
When I can hardly stand a mere glance at my own reflection
Yet still I chase looking for comfort in the mere mundane
Clutching moments of intimacy like a cripple and his cane
Why do I give significance to drunken moments holdings hands?
Or dances with this devil when I know exactly where she stands
A cursed man I must be to still linger on in this manner
To return to this meager existence in which I merely wave her banner
In some ways I’m a fool, for these wounds are self-inflicted
But sadly, I cannot see my life otherwise depicted
(12/22/2011 9:14:00 PM)
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Hard shell, strong mind.
Cold heart, no time.
Forgotten feelings from time left alone.
Wounds so deep they didn't show.
A smile as fake as Pamela Anderson's breasts.
To capture my heart, you had to be better than the best.
I didn't need love or want your time.
It took one laugh for you to be mine.
One smile of yours, and I was taken aback.
In my heart of stone, I felt a crack.
The rest was my own fault,
When my walls crumbled to salt.
As we said goodbye, I wished to die.
Who was I without you by my side?
Looking back, I let out a laugh.
Lessons are learned from seeing the past.
I rejected your love as you held on strong.
When you turned away, I saw I was wrong.
Too late for me, too bad for you.
You were the joker, I was the fool.
Lucky for me, I quickly regenerate.
My shields are up and will not break.
So ignore me baby, as you talk to her.
Forget me love, when you hunger for more.
There is no other you, but there's not even an imitation of me.
You'll never find what we had-just you wait and see.
© Chelsea Ann Crisman
Stef: Dxx Patterson
(12/19/2011 2:18:00 AM)
Hey everybody... Im a 15 year old female from New Zealand wanting someone to talk to with the same interests as myself... the music i listens mostly to rock and metal but I also listen to a range of songs from diffrent genres... i love writing my own storys and drawing things to go with the story... my life revolves around my music + my bass guitar which i have been playing for just over 4 years, my writing and my drawings... so if you're in to the same sort of stuff and want to start a pen pal sort of thingy message me: D... Stef...
(12/5/2011 10:34:00 PM)
BLOOD OF HATE by Joshua Pearson
A slash of red liquid flowing beneath your wretched guts
It is fatal to bleed sorrowfully in the midst of your painful muck.
Your guilts buried under your killer
The killer showed nor flick of remorse
Your instincts failed to move
while the cold dark creature ease for hunger
making hate so addictive
Your stepped too far in the shadows
your mind set a grave goal
A goal to intimidate your life with hate
Red is hate, Red like blood
Beware of your thoughts
before you get caught by the hungry cold dark creature called hate
(12/5/2011 1:00:00 PM)
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Angry words piled in Corners
It doesnt help anyone
you talk and talk, silence torn
hate upon other hiding self-hate
Angry Words piled in corners
cutting them down, building up
your pile grows taller
higher and higher is stacks
Angry words piled in corners
burning your tongue, now our home
angry words piled in corners
left us in ashes
now you speak even more
writhing, you dont realize
angry words piled in corners
your oh so innocent crime
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(11/30/2011 7:08:00 AM)
the angels came down with the rain
they promised you youd hav no pain
they sang to you from above
but then they showed you the gift of love
Hope you like it its just a short one x