I have always been good at poetry. that's how I used to express myself before I started cutting. but since I got the shock treatments it's been hard.
I'm not entitled
You can take it all away
I'll learn survival
I'll play the part I have to play
You never know, dear
When God, Himself, will intervene
and I, myself, had no fear...
this is it,
my soul cries out,
yeah man i know what you mean, it cries and it cries,
but really, so what?
let it cry i say,
let it bleed,
let it die,
buy some stuff,
Well, the title says I do these things, when in all actuality I don't. It is just something I do from time to time. Here goes, a poem. Sing it if you can. Make music to it if you...
Just a little something i wrote when i was feeling down one day a while ago. I still kinda go through this in my head sometimes.
If i died tonight would you remember my name?
here is one i wrote in one of my happier times.
'll be the truth when everyone wants to lie
I'll be a shoulder for when you cry
I'll be you're wings to help you fly...
Here is one i wrote about wishing i was a different person and envy.
Wishing that I looked like you
Wishing I was as smart as you
Wishing I was somebody
Here's another crazy one.
he more I think, the more I know I could have stopped
The more I think, the more I see the gun I should have dropped
The twisted voices...
Not the prodigal son
Never the gifted one
Watch as the pieces fall
Watch as he comes undone
A man on the outside
A boy lay within
His smile, his way to hide...
We say goodbye:
I’ve been trying to find the perfect words to say goodbye
But every word just makes me cry
I’ve been trying to figure out why you had to fly
Now I sit and cry...
On the edge, looking down and ready to fall
just seconds till the end, the end of it all
i can hear, i can hear the angels call
look at me here flat on the floor
Tired of trying to keep my head above water
Tired of feeling like I'm about to go to slaughter
Tired of holding onto yesterday
Tired of wishing it was a brand new day
When you took my hand,
You took my soul.
When you looked into my eyes,
All you saw was a deep dark hole.
Help me when I'm falling deeper down.
I need you her...
Make me numb/ Kill the pain/ Heal my scars and make me sane// Make me numb/ Kill the pain/ Heal my scars and make me sane// I'm broken, broken/ Maybe this pretty pill will...
Suicide Song (more of a poem): Well I guess this is goodbye/ Can't kill the pain I feel inside/ Don't you dare say I never tried/ It's time to kill me~
/-line change Original poem...
Calm Tranquility: The endless fields of grass blowing softly in the wind, and walking barefoot outside, with flowers between my toes~ Original poem by me, Haley.
Oceana: My mind is like an ocean, calm unless set off by even the smallest of disturbances~
Cut: The electric pain throbbing from my line of release, red droplets staining my sheets, dripping down my leg, thighs on fire, the feeling of relief like a scream from my body, X...
Headlights on the highway
A beacon of hope
Existence is out there
While I hang from this rope
Waves against rocks
A constant reminder
Life will go on
And you will get stronger...
Here's a real attempt at a C&W trucking song (unlike the bad poem I wrote last week).
Sleeping on the job in Memphis
Sleeping on the job in Memphis
waiting for my shift...
The memory of you:
The memory of you still haunts
all your words and all your taunts
when alone i bled inside
ran away to my own little corner to hide
You used to make me...
Being on the road won't solve all your life's problems,
But being on the road doesn't have to make them worse.
All that time by yourself is an opportunity for thinking...
Lately my thoughts have been clouded
I'm jaded and surrounded
By enemies who approach me like their friends with me
Whisky and Hennessy
Pouring into the glass with venom and...
Ok, this poem SUCKS but whatever
I deserve to die
What? What did you say?
You hate me?
Well, I hate me too.
Crimson tears flow down my face
I can't seem to be in the right...
So much foolishness in the world
So much praised ignorance
Those who fear the darkness are doomed to live in it and be blind
But those who understand it will...
I sing a song for you my dear
For our love is beyond compare
Real, transcience, without despair
Calm as the water, oh so clear
You are the light that shines when I am...
Some details have been changed to protect the...?ahem?...innocent :)
"The invisible woman"
The invisible woman went out on the town
At the bar her husband sat down...
Sitting here with my scarred skin
You just stand there with the widest grin
For the life of me I can’t see why
You’d hold my hand and let us fly
From my lifeless...
They said grow up and be a man
All you see are the memories in time
They said shake it off you’ll be ok
The truth is yesterday will never go away
no teddy bears for grown men
No comfort no night light
when it's too dark and you can't really on eye sight
no blanket to coat you when the monsters of the world surround you...
Currently I write Loki/Thor/Jane fanfiction . . .
I also write Supernatural fanfiction
I'm Rebekah1213 at fanfiction.net
...And about 10% of the time, it's decent, haha. It started with a love of rhyming; when I was a toddler, one of my favorite things to do before bedtime was listen (and try to...
HOW TO DIRECT LIGHTNING BOLTS.. And Supernatural/Super beings Critics..
Ill be discussing how to literally summon forth lightning strikes..
Aswell as talking about Supernaturals...
Kinda ironic... Never been in love, but I just love romanticism. Romance is my passion when writing poetry or stories... Idk if I really like romance in real life because I have...
I have not written much poetry. I did write the following poem some time ago. It was published in a poetry anthology.Legacy Of WarriorsHe stands with trembling lipsAnd shaking...
I have published my book of poems on Kindle. It is listed at .99 but will be free for 5 days beginning Friday the 17th. I will renew that free offer as long as Amazon allows.The...
Here's something that I thought up around Valentine's Day in my school's poetry club. I didn't really expect to write anything:
You know it's strange
A poem about love