My full name is Melissa Lynn Schreuder I am 17 years old, love family and friends, hates to be alone, hates to show my tears and loves to express my feelings throgh poetry. loves to write, draw, paint, sing, dance, photoraphy, read. Can't stand two faced people, and people who juge me before they know me.
love my friends, love poetry (lol, love to write GOOD storys.) would love a boy... more »
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Melissa Schreuder Poems
I Hate (pleas read and vote! ! !)
I hate the way you make me feel, I hate that you think you can read my mind, I hate crying over you, I hate that you say you care but you don't,
My home is not a home, not a place to call my own, not a place where I can sleep peacefully, not a place where I can sing or dance about it.
But I think I'm just being me
You may call me crazy, but I think I'm just being me.You may call me yellow and green but I think I'm just being my colorful me.
Close your eyes, remember, remember me. take a deep breath, remember, remember us. remember me when your day isn't going great, remember me. remember me when your feeling lonley, remeber me.
she was broken.
She was cracking, but no one saw, she was Bleeding, but no one cared, she was broken, but no one fixed her. She was blind, but no one helped,
I'm standing here in front of him with red apple cheeks and with stars in my eyes, his kiss like haven, lips like clouds in the sky,
All of him
His eyes unleashes the beautiful metamorphic butterfly's inside my stomach, his smile sets my hart on fire, roaring hot flames, his touch sends an earthquake of chills,
why do people need love? why do people hate? why do people kill? why do people die?
It's amazing how things just fly by you. It's amazing it goes in a flash. you can have it all at one point, and lose in a flash.
Breaking the medicine mirror
She walks through the rain... she walks through her door... she sets her bag down... walks to her bathroom...
I can, but I wont, (pleas read AND VOTE!...
I can make you mad and hurt you, but I wont, I can stomp my feet like a little five year, but I wont,
Crying here (pleas read)
Have you ever had so much pain and suffering that you just wanted to fly away? or ever had so much hurt that you just couldn't breath even if you tried. Have you ever caused destruction cause you didn't know how to reacted to you suffering. have you ever had been pushed to a breaking point and thought a blade was the answer. trust me your not week you just don't know how to forget it and leave it behind. you think I don't know but I do, just trust me. breath in close your eyes breath out and forget it all. just fly away, punch a pillow, go to a forest away from any civilization and scream.
Forever in a day you cast me away to a land that is full of thorns and poisin spiders and snakes. Forever in a day you take my hurt away and give it to the lyons and tigers to eat. Forever in a day you take my breath away but not in a good way, you beat my chest with the words you say. Forever in a day you kick me around, but not anymore.
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I Hate (pleas read and vote! ! !)
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate that you think you can read my mind,
I hate crying over you,
I hate that you say you care but you don't,
I hate the way you talk to me,
I hate the way you snap over little thing's,
I hate that you don't trust me more over then
someone who did worse then I,
I hate being a prisoner and a segregate mother,
I hate that I can't breath around you with out getting
I hate being accused of eating to much when I only eat
1 or 2 meals a day,
I hate of thinking of pro's and con's of living with you,