my poems

FIGHT THE POWER
MAN

Ummm.....is it ok if i write if not im sorry >.<

Your smiles turns my tears to roses,
Your touch healed my heart and set it free,
You lay with me on a field of crimson roses,
You pick on up for every moment your there with me.
But to me it looks like your picking up pieaces of my soul and puting it back together...

nah its okay i dont mind

wow that is ........ WOW! that poem reminds me of what goes on in the world.If you dont mind can i share this poem with my poem club? I will say that it was written by you.

wait who me or the girl a few posts up and if its me witch one??

your really good

thank you

loving them!!

thanks

so its all ending
i thought youd stay
i guess i was wrong
but thats okay ive
always been broken
and left down at the bottom
and ive come to know how it works
and now i know
so if you would just
end it all so that i could
finally go away there all waiting
i have no regret to end what i have
and im sure you planed
to leave me at the end but i wont let you
so as i lie here and you stare down
at my lifeless body just think
you finally got what you want
for it all to end but....
why do you weep i dont
undertsand you anymore
watching you walk away
standing on that buildings roof
mabe i was wrong as you weep harder
and start running i relize
what your doing and in the end
i am very glad as you wake and
look at me with such a smile
on your face as we walk away
i really do know now as we walk together
that this was really how it was meant to end
for us both now we have no regrets
i just wish that this never truly ends

Broken bodies.
Broken hearts.
Broken lives.
Broken smiles.

What does it mean to break?
What does mean to be the broken?
What have you done to be the breaker?

Much like me
Much like you
Tell me now
Tell me now

What have you done?

Today I burned your letters. I burned myself in the process. The fire grew and grew but could not be put out. It crackled and brought forth pain.

Just like you.

My life is not a revolving door. You cannot decide to remove your self and the come swinging back.

You may have given your best, but that does not come without a price.

Trusting is my weakness. It takes so long to let someone in. I let you in. But I shouldn’t have. Because in the end you said you where taking your hand out of the fire, but you took the fire with you. So was left a pile of ash in your wake.

When you left, the answer was on the table. What was unknown was known. But you decided to follow your brain and not your heart. You said you where a failure and all but threw it in my face.

I have nothing left to give you. I gave it my all. But it wasn’t enough for you. We will never go back to how it was my love. A part of you will always remain in this ash of lifeless fire.

You will soon forget me. As do they all. So go forth and share your fire. Do not dwell on what is lost. You wanted change right when I needed stability most. I am one with the wind as my soul longs to be free of this heartache.

How many times must I ask you to set me free? Will you ever break these chains from my bloodied wrists?

You cannot give half and expect a whole.

You say you miss me now, but tomorrow you’ll be back to how it was. With those eyes of anger. Which I cannot bare to see.

So I beg of you, will you set me free? Or will you hold me prisoner here in this dark empty place? A place with no light? A place with no warmth?

I’m already dead.

There’s pain. Everywhere I go.
I can’t run away.
It won’t stop.
So I see no point to put up a mask.

This is the way I am.
It is not your problem.
So stop asking.
Most of you don’t really care anyway.

I feel no emotion.
Just the pain.
It’s happening again.
When will it stop?

Soon I’ll feel nothing.
I’ll go back to having to fake it all.
But that’s okay,
No one notices anyway.

They’re oblivious.
They all are.
To feel and to breathe.
They mean almost nothing.

I mean almost nothing.
I do not smile.
I do not cry.
I’ve lost the knowledge how.

I’m walking.
I’m breathing.
I have a heart beat.
But I am already dead.

-Aaunn

No one will ever know.

I turn up the music.
I turn it up loud.
I close the door.
That way they never know.

There are these scars,
That no one has ever seen.
There my dirty little secret.

I breathe away my problems,
And no one ever sees.
Because I’ve closed the door.

They never even notice,
How I hate to show my thighs.
It’s been three years since I have.

But they’ll never know.
Because the music is loud.
And I’ve closed the door.

-Aaunn

Are your hands stained?

Deep in the forest
Secrets are waiting
Fearful and dark
Once you go in you won’t come out
Life is a wilting flower
Like forest is shelter
To those who see
What no man seeks
Those secrets are better left buried
In the dirt
If you dig them up your a murderer
One Murderer Alone to Secrets That Kill.
My Forest Is Sleeping.
Forever In The Dark