Well, i have an assignment due tomorrow for my AP lit class. It has to do with the india unit and we get to be creative. Since i'm lazy and out of time i'm writing a few poems inspired by a book we read. Siddhartha -Herman Hesse. anyways, tell me what you think...
Sometimes I just get this overwhelming desire to express my feelings, and a poem (or a story) is born. The words come flowing from my heart, out through my fingertips and dance across my keyboard. It hits me out of nowhere, and I grab a pen and some paper or log...
The world, so beautiful yet so cruel, so peaceful but full of raging wars. Every smile is led by a frown. In the darkness I see it. I see the peace. But when night turns to day. I’m just another girl born upon a grave. Are we not all bid a due with the warm welcome of hello...
I used to write some when I become sad... I wrote exaggerated scenarios that are tragic so that I could let out all the negative feelings and after reading them, I realize that my problem was so little to what it could possibly be. Here's one of them
I stand here,
In front of a...
I am thirty-six years old. I have been writing inspirational writings since I was a little girl. I have written thousands but I don't always show them to others. I take negative things that I survived in life and I write positively about them. Various things like how I was born...
you had your chance
it was your last.
i'm tired of putting up with your crap.
i trusted you
i cared and stuff
but now its done with. that's enough.
my hate that i've saved
that i kept bottle for so long for so many others
that i hold in so well through...
that cannot be unwritten. Sure you can draw a line through it. You can scratch it out, Morph one letter to look like another. Burn the paper. Start fresh. But you can't undo it. Can't erase it. The closest thing to thoughts. Thoughts can't be unthunk.
I write with a black pen...
dont know if this makes much sense, I nearly lost myself trying to be myself all of my life I,ve been playing the game. Gotta get out of myself, lifes not real when your in a dream. Hang on to your head and give it a try. To live you must nearly die,giving up the...
scream, I don’t want to lie,
I just want to have a normal life.
With friends and folly, balanced in time,
I just want to have a normal life.
Why can’t I stop this searing pain?
Why can’t I be secure and laugh again?
Why have I stopped to live at all, when for me it always...
Revealing you can say,
What has crossed your mind,
Helped your passions to unwind,
Kept you awake at night
With the thoughts of a delight,
Dreams in the hanging tree:
You sample so many experiences of life
On that journey to become someone 's wife.
Not every inspiration is a good one...I was inspired to write something after I miscarried my baby earlier this month.
This may not look like poetry to you, but the way it flows is poetry to me.
We never knew you, and I guess we never will...my little Jessica...
I write poetry when I'm inspired
But when will she come
Soon is what she always says
But I'm left alone to ponder
And tear up my dreams
Sometimes I'm afraid the she"s
too beautiful to be with someone
as ugly as me.
The thought of me and you has opened the door to my heart. For that door has been tighty closed,held with all my might. When you get close to me I can feel the warmth of you, and with that feeling, I can let go of my feelings that have held my heart closed for some time now. I...