I Write Poetry Once In a While Stories of Experiences

Something I wrote while I was with Tory. enjoy

Pretty blue veins (c) 2012

Pretty blue veins that pop against my pale white skin
Pretty blue veins that shine through my pale white skin
Pretty blue veins that run up and down my body...

My story.
Opening the tabs of my mind.
The child survives
the monster,
the pump house,
the closet,
the bathtub,
the screaming,
the fear, the fear, the fear.
Be still.
Be very quiet....disappear.
You don't have to hurt.
You can...

...Write poetry once in a while, because sometimes just writing it down in a diary or talking about my issues is just not enough, I need to be poetic about it. I honestly could care less if it rhymes or if anyone else understands what...

Alone in my roomI sit and I cryHearing the shoutsThat take my lifeYet slowly stillI'm fading awayLeaving this worldI've had all I can takeSo becoming nothingI say

I give and I giveBut you wouldn't takeThe words of my broken...

I have always loved poetry since I first learned about it in school as a child. As I got older I would chicken scratch my own versions in a notebook. When I was first moved out on my own as an adult I came across all those poems. I...

I wrote this poem a few weeks aftet I started talking with Tory. Enjoy everyone

My Shinning Star

I use to live in the dark
Alone and scared
Then one day you came along
And shown a little light into my world
At first I was scared, but...

Just a silly little love poem I wrote for my boyfriend last night. enjoy
MY BOO
My boo puts the stars in the night sky
He puts the butterflies in my tummy.
My boo puts a smile on my face a mile long.
He is the April to my October.
My...

The sun is so bright
The sun is shining outside
The day will be warm

Rest if you must.
Sleep if you can.
Lay your pretty face
Upon my hand.

Steal those baby blues
And close them tight.
It’s time to surrender
To yourself tonight.

I don’t need you naked,
In leather or lace.
I want to see harmony...

"Darkness consumes meAs I fall into the blackMy heart's not thereIt never has beenDon't think that I don't knowWhat you really think of meSo that's the way it'll beHand me the swordCovered in my bloodAnd I'll stab my non-existing...

Discussion of interlingual backformationsLike sweet music to my earsSounds like coming homeOr it wouldIf I wanted to go backI can see the utter irrelevance of the subjectA dubious gift of adolescenceIdle prattle on a busy Monday...

don't kiss my cheekyour affection is patheticit should be a liebut you're quite certain you mean iti don't want your skin     touching mineyour smooth cheek revolts mei don't want your phony civility.i have nothing to give youno...

I miss the smell of your skin;The milk and the honey and the salt and the sweat.I love the way your lip curlsWhen some no-account little fool thinks he can invade your space.I remember the long nightsin the city, watching them watch us...

An impossible question to answer in truth..My shadow precedes me as to lead me in the wrong direction. When I close my eyes it steps inside of me to ensure that I am there and kept. And so I remain the only light that emits a faint glow...

No Beginning nor end, in the image of my Father from whence I came. The immeasurable vastness of my souls abyss you could not begin to fathom. So far past the depths of sorrow even the Angels weep for hope. The light at the other end is...

My heart aches as I awaken to find
that you are not there beside me
as you have always been.

Where are you my dear beloved friend?

Silver streams spring from my eyes
as the shards of my broken heart
cling to the strings of my soul...

You have touched my mind
As minds so rarely do
To know each others thoughts
Wondrous on its own, but only a beginning

It’s but a pale reflection of  spirits touching
You have touched my spirit
I feel what you feel, want what...

Now I lay me down to die
Bombs are falling from the sky

Planes are flying overhead
Paints my playground all in red

Mommy now for weeks has slept
and by her body I have wept

Now I lay me down to die
And wonder if Americans cry

I know that may sound stupid or something, but I am really to nervous to share any of the poetry I have ever wrote. I think it is because I don't ant negative feedback from anyone, or that I don't want anyone to see that my poetry is...

In the name of god
Preach! Preach!
about the holy reign
for he needs a broker
to preach and reach
the veins of life & death
 
In the name of religion
breed & spread
about the hereafter
for man needs reason
to...