animekaratepup - Thanks for the edits on my poem. I will fix them
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Poem 14
Opposites If you go left, then I go right. If I want to run, you choose to sit tight.
I want the lights off so you want them on. You want the shades up and I want them drawn.
If you are hot, then I am cold. I drop your hand, that you want me to hold.
You want to laugh when I want to cry. I would rather drive, you insist we fly.
The list could go on forever, just like you and me. Today, tomorrow, and always, into eternity.
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Poem 15
Unaccompanied I feel alone and in the dark Writing makes me feel alive. I place myself into a world anew A world which I have created. Where the good guys lose And the bad guys win. Where the popular fail And the exiles prosper. It is easy to love this world, Especially when you are like me, Alone in the dark.
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Poem 16
Freefalling Without you near, I’m falling fast. diving. plunging. tumbling. But truth be told, I’d rather crash. then be within, your grasp.
You used to be, my everything. my life. my hand to hold. But now that I’ve broken, free of your harsh arms. I’d not go back alone.
The way we were was different, I thought no one would understand. I guess this is how it feels to love, a very abusive man.
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Poem 17
Every time This pierce of the knife you throw towards me, spins and twists and turns, and it jets deeper into my heart. Eternally making me feel pain, every time you walk unto view. I am gaping for breath as I am, being choked by the slack, of your thick twine rope. It is hard to believe you, could be so violent and ruthless. Every time I catch myself looking at you, I know I will regret it, because then your weapon of choice, is hurled at me with immense force. You reel me in towards you, (I know this will end badly, I know what comes next.) You spit in my face, "leave me alone you whore." I know better then to argue, because I know you will win. But still I look at you... even though, I know what happens, every time.
Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it. Drew Marrymore
This is Hard This isn’t what we expected, who could have guessed it to happen this way? There’s no way we could avoid it, since you had to pack up and run away.
If you think I’m going to write, a sappy little love poem, think again. Writing one to you is a waste, a waste of time, of paper and of pen.
I would rather vent my anger, scream out loud about how much I hate you. And how much you tore me apart and about all of the chances you blew.
Remember that lie you told me, about you not having an addiction. I wasted completely no time, stating my many fears and conviction.
And when you said you were alone, I know you lied again – you were with her. Even though you said otherwise, she is why you decided to transfer.
These numerous lies you told me, they were so easy for me to see through. The time I was with your brother, the things we did, was my revenge towards you.
If you think I’m almost finished, you seriously need to think again. I am just getting started here, and now, it might get a little profane.
Many times you drove me to tears, I spent many sleepless nights, wide awake. I tried to plan some more revenge, because I considered you a mistake.
Yes, I pretended not to care, and I tried to pull off that I was fine. Truth is I loved you like crazy, but this time you completely crossed the line.
When you sent me that little box, filled to the brim with those forbidden things. Upon arrival I smiled, the address saying Colorado Springs.
My hand ran over the small box, my eyes closed wondering what it might be. I wish it was still unopened, since what was inside forced my eyes to see.
All my respect for you was lost, because you no longer respected me. I am still fucking mad at you, this day was the end and I chose to flee.
It has been seven months since then, and I have waffled over my outburst. I would like to think we just grew apart, and what makes it harder - you were my first.
Many days you have called my phone, I hear that ridiculous drunken voice. Saying that last goodbye to you, it was definitely an immense choice.
Spoiler! :
This poem will probably confuse everyone...but it has a lot of emotion in it.
I Hate Love Poems --Dedicated to everyone who hates love poems--
If you think there are too many love poems. Take a moment to observe. Hang on tight, you might be wrong, the answer, I will serve the secret truth behind them all: Love spikes every single nerve.
It’s unfortunate that you loathe this emotion. but are you really sure you do? Maybe you hate love poems so much because love came, and hurt you. Or maybe you are too young, to see the beauty hidden within. You could be blinded by the agony, of the way he made your heart spin.
It turns out in the end, as you soon will grasp. Love is what makes the world go round, and makes every moment last.
Without love there is no passion, there's no strength or guiding force. The days pass by slowly, taking nature’s course.
Love found and lost is meaningful, when your feeling are expressed. Which is why so many love poems are posted on YWS.
My Future Looking ahead to the day I leave, imagining that day makes me heave. Leaving my family and my friends, packing my last few odds and ends.
Load up the car and shut the door, as tears from my eyes hit the floor. I try to be strong because I know it could be worse, as Daddy wipes his eyes and shifts the car into reverse.
On the road, talking about this upcoming year, I tell Daddy about my greatest fear. Missing class, being late, getting lost, none of these my mind has crossed.
"My fear is missing you," I say, "You are my best friend and I know this sounds cliché."
Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it. Drew Marrymore
Pull the Trigger Is life ever really that bad that it needs to be taken? Is life ever really too much that it cannot go on?
The urge to never walk, never laugh, breathe, or blink ever again. Can it be justified?
Tell me. What goes through your head, at the very moment before you leave? Before you pull the trigger, step off the table, put the pedal to the metal. What foolish thoughts are spinning like a tornado in your mind?
Is there anything in life, that is so bad it needs to end before its time?
Why did you do it…?
Is it because you are selfish? Just think about all of the people you left behind. We all loved you. And now we are hurt and confused.
Or because of something someone said? Did some insane person tell you, the world didn’t need you? That it would be better with you gone?
Maybe it came from a failure? Loss of a family member or job? Test results came back positive?
Or did you just want to be dead?
You have left your friends with more questions, more concerns, and more damage, just because you left and never told us why.
I hope it was worth it.
Spoiler! :
Written about a friend who committed suicide. I already posted this on YWS, but it counts as a double since I wrote it during April!
I Want… I want to write something powerful, Something that makes the world tilt. With words of truth and honesty, That can help anything be rebuilt.
I want to tell it like it is, Not try to promote fiction. Tell about the hard facts of life, Of death and conviction.
But where to start, Since the world is in shambles. Starting the beginning with the end, Is surely going to be a gamble.
Death is where I will begin, Since this ending starts something new. Hope the legacy left behind, Remains like a tattoo.
It’s hard to grasp the immensity of this task, While taking life one day at a time. Just wasting time to live it up, Before getting covered with Earth’s grime.
Freeze, halt, take time to rewind, To be remembered for something great. Don’t be aimlessly walking around, Do something before it’s too late.
Moving on to the next extreme of life, Convictions of all shapes and sizes. Unfortunately the world at hand, Of criminals and crimes it comprises.
Pretending to not notice, The destruction of this walk. Is basically like watching, Seconds tick off the clock.
Trying to ignore it, Is like denying the presence of truth. Evil deeds and cold hearts, No longer caught in the innocence of youth.
No one on earth can remember a perfect world, With patience and kindness of all sorts. Since being trapped with the devil of sins, Our out look it distorts.
My attempt to change the world with this poem, Most likely will be a fail. But I will try again and again, Until this ugliness I unveil.
Poetry Poetry is supposed to be sad. Why is it that some people don’t cry? Poetry is supposed to relieve the mad. What is it that it makes some people laugh?
Poetry is supposed to be a way to vent. Why is it that some people try to hide? Poetry is supposed to be a way to represent. What is it that makes us afraid to share it?
Poetry is supposed to be a reflection of our self. Why is it that makes writing easier than acting? Poetry is not supposed to be hid on a shelf. What is it that makes us not share it with all?
Poetry is supposed to be an art. Why is it that we don’t practice it in school? Poetry is supposed to be just the start. Because when you love someone…you give them your heart.
Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it. Drew Marrymore
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