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Hey guys!! Wow, has it been a long time, or what? rofl Well, this is a series of poems that I wrote about a girl who's absolutely in love with this boy who seems to have no clue what she's all about (and I know we've all been there at one point, lol) with sort of an emo aura to it. Enjoy!!
COWARD
I saw you with your head down today, suffering in silent, deadly, solitude- I knew you were alone
I should have went to you
I should have shown my love for you through my actions
I should have at least muttered a : "Are you all right?"
I should have
I would have
But I'm a coward
A worthless coward
I left you alone in the dark, wallowing in your pain
Can I love you if I can't even help you?
Yes! I think...no, I know. Yes, I know I love you
But I'm a coward
A worthless coward
Do I deserve you?
LOST CONNECTIONS
How is it that when two people connect under certain circumstances, they won't connect outside?
Outside from where we've talked we ignore each other.
Why?
If we connected then, why can't we now?
You go with your friends,
I go with mine.
Maybe I'm too shy and you're just not interested.
Or maybe- God, I wish- we're both too shy to show ourselves to our friends.
My friends don't know, do yours?
Or maybe, most likely of all, I'm just a little girl wrapped up in her fantastical ideas of what love should be.
But I don't know.
And that's what scares me.
FINAL REPORT
It's the last week of school.
Report time.
I've liked you for nearly the entire year,
but you don't know me,
and I still don't know you.
Just last week I noticed youi like girls who play hard-to-get.
Damn.
I wish I would've known sooner.
But it's the end of the year now, and I may not see you again,
and most definately won't have any classes with you next year.
I hope during summer greak, these feelings go on vacation too,
because I can't keep dying and drowning in my thoughts about you.
Maybe I'll forget about my feelings over the sumer.
I probably won't -and part of me doesn't want to- but it's worth the thought.
who knows? Maybe they'll sleep in the summer, then flush back when I see you next.
If I can get rid of you so easy, then how is it that I can say "I love you" in my head without hesitation and not feel weird about it?
I don't know, and I don't care.
I'm dead to the world anyways.
End of Report.
Whew! That was alot of emo at once!! ninja I think I have more poems that go into this series but I can't seem to find them at the moment...hehe. I'll post them it I ever find them!! Please comment!
 Angela Whitmore · Fri Jun 13, 2008 @ 04:00pm · 0 Comments |
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Hey peoples!!! Yeah...well, school has started back up again...yay!! NOT. Well, here's a poem that I wrote in school when I was supposed to be paying attention to my boring chemisty teacher...
A Pledge to the Future
I pledge alligence to myself,
and not to the USA.
Because I have the Freedom of Speech,
"No" is what I'll say.
The nation of America
has clearly come undone.
Therefore the new generations
must stand beneath no one.
We'll pull each other, the nation
back together piece by piece.
We'll find ourselves utopia,
a calm to never cease.
And so I shall end this pledge,
to fix the nation gone sour.
For us to win, we children
must know we hold the power!!!
Woo-hoo!!! Yeah, I did this after the pledge of alligance during the announcements. I was really in the writing mood, and chemistry isn't that important...lol. domokun domokun
Angela Whitmore · Wed Sep 12, 2007 @ 01:40am · 1 Comments |
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heart heart heart Well, here we are again...yup. Well, this is a poem I wrote today. It's pretty sad gonk crying gonk I guess I wasn't feeling the luv today... domokun The other side of the world
The moon rises,
The sun sets.
I long for you, your kindness as well,
But every time I rise, you set.
We orbit this godforsaken earth,
nearly destined to avoid each other- but I know it isn’t destiny that holds us apart.
Our attraction is inevitable; emotional, physical, spiritual.
I’m never close enough, but yet my heart still throbs.
You are the sun, my light,
And I am the lonesome moon. I dunno where I got the idea inspiration idea from, cuz I've never been in this kind of relationship with someone confused question ... But when I wrote it, I felt despair as if I were the actual person feeling this way about someone. crying redface crying
Angela Whitmore · Mon Aug 06, 2007 @ 01:40am · 2 Comments |
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Often there are times where I find myself swelling with anger. I don't know where this anger comes from, or why it finds itself in me, but it is sudden and unexpected. I beleive this form of depression occurs in nearly everyone, and each person has their own way of mental release. I have three ways in which I release this "bad" energy; one of which is writing. In this journal I will write what I feel. When I feel trapped or like I can't talk to anyone, I will type to you. The funny thing is, I'll have no idea if anyone can read my random thoughts and words and feel the same- that is, unless you comment. I am open to any comments, but try to have some manners. neutral And so we go...
For my 14th birthday, I received a poem book by Alicia Keys from my parents. Back then, I didn't fully appreciate poetry, and was not writing it myself. However, several months later, I actually picked it up and read, understanding what it meant and being able to relate to its contents. I suppose with age does come wisdom. My favorite poem in the book is as follows:
p.o.w.
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
I am a P.O.W.
Not a prisoner of war
A prisoner of words
Like a soldier
I'm a fighter
Yet only a puppet
Mostly I only say
What you wanna hear
could you take it if I came clear?
Or would you rather see me
Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
M.I.A.
I guess that's what I am
Scraping this cold earth
For a piece of myself
For peace in myself
It'd be easier if you put me in jail
If you locked me away
I'd have someone to blame
But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind
And have me shaking
My hands are cuffed behind my back
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth
Run too fast to be old
I've forgotten what I was told
Ain't I a sight to behold?
A prisoner of age dying to be young
To my head is my hand with a gun
And it's cold and it's hard
Cause there's nowhere to run
When you've caged yourself
By holding your tongue
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
It's like solitary confinement
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
I love this poem and relate to it so well. I used to think that famous people had the good life. But to right a poem like this so well, you have to be there. I guess anyone's life can suck.
Angela Whitmore · Tue May 22, 2007 @ 09:49pm · 2 Comments |
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