I write poetry. I love poetry(:
I like the fact that you can write how you're feeling, that's it's calming, and entertaining. I write mostly dark poetry. I write love poems here...
I write poetry I love it ...
how you gently weave the words into a wonderful song that only you can hear ... I love poems and poetry I do I feel like it gets out all of my...
Poetry is what helps me explain my thoughts clearly
This is a poem I wrote to someone I fell in love with. Long story short, he had to leave and I've been... very sad ever since. So many components lead to my suicide attempt.. I...
Just going through some of my poetry... And I thought I would share some (:
I wrote this poem for the man i loved, my best friend, when he was still with us in this life - R.I.P...
Sure my poetry is not great but I still make poetry but I keep it a secret because most of it is about my love and lust for my crushes.
I like to write funny poetry like this limerick I made in class during the poetry unit
I once had a cat
He looked like a rat
I took him to school
But he fell in a pool
Some more old poetry (:
Bite and Hold On:
The stars lined themselves up
in the sky, like marbles
ready to trip me over.
That's the sort of crazy
I'd like to walk over anyway...
No one has ever read this that I know :P It's... it's kind of my life story, why things are wrong with me and the things that are wrong with me. It's not rhymey like usual.
Tell me it's a phase,
a rebound of infatuation at it's best.
Don't fall for me because I'll fall too.
When I call
please don't answer.
Don't speak to me softly...
This was supposed to be about human beings giving up their human identity to the elephant and the last elephant becoming the whole universe and retracing all it's memories within...
I don't even know if it is exactly poetry, it's more so just pretty sentences that I sometimes write.
Surprised if nothing more,
For nothing is near to enlightenment as I once thought was.
Now it is darkness filled with laughter
With the thrills of a fool...
Creating Poetry is my only escape from a world that doesnt understand.... My words will tell you about my life and how **** it is. Poetry is the only escape....
Think but don't act
Help others but not yourself
Avoid doing all these horrible things
That go on inside your mind
But don't do anything beneficial
It’s Not Worth It…
My eyes are sore from crying ever hour of the day
Because everyone whose promised it has never ever stayed.
They promised they would be there through every...
I was gonna publish a poetry book but the publisher said no one was into poetry anymore :( It saddened me
"this is morning in her arms"
she opens a pack of
sheffield english type number five cigarettes
i rest my head in her lap
as she reads a french newspaper
its raining in paris and...
"sun's dust devils"
the pale glass window
dusty with the passing days
reflects a shard of the sun's dust devils
and all i could hear was the small sounds
that creatures of the...
Here is a poem I have taken from my personal journal. I would like to share it with you.
This poem is about a prolonged, painful breakup about a year and a half ago.. I...
(im no good at this poetry stuff...but whatever)
I did something
I knew I shouldn’t have
Something so foolish
I am now ashamed
I never should have said,
I love you...
We come to pass with a lesson to put in. (and perhaps old teachings to put aside.)
Like a seed we plant. We have to make the decision to throw its hard covered shell down into the...
The Folds of My Skin
(or Middle Aged Musings)
I am wondering if I will die
a natural death
or die before my time
is death pre-ordained? Or is it a state
we can direct...
A-Bomb a Nation..........Abomination.........really, is their a difference???
I sort through the detritus of my thoughts,
searching through the meaningless words,
for hints and...
most of them
simply do not enjoy you.
they do not ask that you pay your debts,
they do not bother you with guilt.
though some are
with fake faces and knives...
Driven by the Wind
With you I question everything.
But it’s not a question of who are you,
It’s who am I?
Who am I?
I thought I had it figured out.
Planned who I wanted...
Remember when I was small and didn't know
Didn't understand, wouldn't tell you though
I couldn't even grasp a single word you said.....
Ever loving... Invincible...
An Authors Pointless Sympathy
By Hollie Davidson (Me, aha)
I call her name in full despair
I look for the warnings everywhere
I wait at the doorway unaware
My heart got broken...
Question Marks (Chaos v. 1)
She grasped for solid ground
Only to stumble upon
Gravity in reverse
Where is the healing?
The present dealing...
Marks and Questions (Chaos v. 2)
Unity of Spirit
I venture forth
From needing misery
Purpose and goal
At Misery's lover...
"If you knew me"
If you knew me,
Would you think the same?
If you knew my past,
Would you still like me?
If you knew what I've been through,
Would you treat me the same?
(warning this isn't really a poem, just poetic thought).
Should I? Should I show them what it's like when I "just stop"? Do they really want me to "just stop"? No more...
I think i like the hunger...
The tightening of my gut.
Mouth watering fantasies,
Butterflies won't fill me up.
I think i like the hunger...
My mind Twisted up
Intertwined into one fantasy
Burying all of my deep emotion because I know the love is not mutual
Shared passion is what I hoped for
Mad love is what I needed...
Who are you to judge me
have you stepped into my shoes
Why can't you just let it be
haven't you got the news
I'm no longer to be enslaved
the spirit you can kill
no longer a game...
Lord, now this is me. I can’t blame anyone for my mistakes. I can’t blame anyone for the path my life takes. Intentionally from your path, I’ve...
Just because it's been quite a while since I last made one, and also because I'm feeling inspired at the moment. Spoiler: Contains cheese and corns and rotten tomatoes. Allergic...
A SUICIDE NOTE
What have you done?
In vain will be this death.
The somberness I carry,
will cross the finish line & breathe.
On the count of three,
"All I ever was"
Destruction is a form of creation,
All that I once was has been undone.
I tried desperately to assemble the pieces,
that of which I could find in the nothingness...
i know lots of people hate me because i am not so good but
few people surely love me because they know that my little goodness is not fake.......