My Poems of life,love,pain and randomness!

Thanks!!^.^

Okay this one is horrible but for some odd reason i like it and that creeps me out that I do like it when i should be scared, I was day dreaming and this popped in my head and so I wrote it:


Daddy's Little Girl

Ill be their in the morning
to feel the sun hit my face
I smile down at you
Laying on the ground
Blood dripping off my hands
I never thought I could do it
but here you are dead
I slit your throat
I wont kill again
You were my first and last
I followed in the footsteps of my father
Daddy's little girl to be another killer
I pull the trigger to my head
Daddy's little girl has gone insane
Daddy's little girl no more

(eh i dont like this one}
This isn't over
Baby I have only just begun
You lied to my face
But here I stand
Helping you to your feet
I let you go to set you free
I close my eyes
And my heart breaks
I brought this on myself
But I had to do to set you free
This is more for me then it is for you
I'm saving my self
From falling down
I stopped breathing
As my heart breaks
I have to find a way out of this
But I stumble back down
I need a light in this darkness

Come on Baby
Love is just a game
But I think I found it again
Your looks are like poison
My kiss like sweets
Lets make this worth my time
Lets take this slow
And move to the bed
Oh honey how your magic works on me
Come on baby its almost over
Oh the things I could do
Lets back it up
And take a moment
To relive the moment
Breathing and gasping
Oh how we moved fast
It just leads to another
Messy ending
But baby
Oh how I love you

How can you do this to me
I loved you
I cant eat
I cant sleep
I cant do a thing
Is all I do is cry
I think im sick
What is up with you
Honey oh honey
Im sick
Im so love sick

your really amazing at this

Awww thanks Gamer! your sweet ^.^

nah im not lol

lol yes you are ^.^

lol nah ^.^

lol since you wont agree then that was Kind (sweet) of you ^.^

Okay this one is very very cheesy but it's adorable

Oh my boy
Is the sweetest
He loves to play
And he love to sleep
But most of all he loves to bark
Oh my puppy is so sweet
His tail wiggles in joy when I come home
He's the guy who puts the smile on my face


(Sam is his name he is soo adorable, puppy German Shepard ^.^}

Short and lame but I like it!

Rose were did you get your red?
Was your heart broken?
Or did that girl cut her thumb on your thorn?

Well one day this world is gonna end
Make your move before you lose her
Do you feel better know as she falls in love with another man
Boy she has moved on and is know in love with another
This world is gonna end
So be man and go get her
To late She is in love with another
You lost your chance
Next time be a man and make your move
Cause we all know
One day the world is gonna end

Love?

What is this love you speak of?
I have never felt this bliss
In a world such as this.
Is love a reward?
Or is love destruction?
Either way I have never felt this bliss.
Will you be the one to show me
what I am missing..?
Will you help me?
What is this Love?

When you think you found love
You lose it again.
I thought you loved me
But now I can see that was just a lie..
Did you once think of me
And not yourself,
I gave you my all
And in return I got a no
I tried my hardest to make you smile
But it never seemed to work
She is better for you, not me
I can see why you like her more
I forgive you now
But why did you lead me into a lie
Just to be left broken and to die

I cry as I look down the loaded barrel
You made me choose to do this
Why was I the one to be left behind
No friends, no family
All alone to die with no one by my side
This is my choice to end it this way
No one will miss me
I am for sure
Looking down this loaded barrel
I see my life flash before my eyes
I can see I was never truly loved
So I put my hand to the trigger and pull
I fall to the ground, blood splattered amongst the walls
Suicide is not the way out
But for me is was the only way,
Found shot on the bathroom floor
But now people notice me as the girl who killed her self
People start to morn and say they love and miss me
All this is a lie if I hadn't pulled the trigger
I would still be sitting here all alone and unloved

rose, I can the agony and despair weaved into each and every word.. and i hate saying this, but i think i do know what you mean from this poem... the outcast... the forgotten... I sort of feel like that on this site... it's like no one really cares about my writes. Maybe you are too, i don't know about that, but this poem, does relate quite a lot to how i feel... i am desperate. desperate to have someone notice my writes, desperate to feel loved, desperate to be appreciated... desperate... maybe my soul has already pulled the trigger, maybe the me existing and writing all these comments is just an empty vessel of vacuum... maybe... maybe it's because i no longer exist, that no one really cares...?

but whatever it is, lets' not allow despair to control us. let us be the ones to control all these emotions. let us be the ones to determine what we feel. let not others lead us by our noses, for Others Don't Matter.

Your actually pretty close thank you dreamer. ^.^

Not a problem. I'll review as much as I can of your poems (:
Some may not be a little negative, but I hope that you can continue writing, because there's no one else who really understands how you feel. I've learnt to self-encourage by telling myself that I've written all my poems not for others to read, but for myself to feel. So what if they read and say it's good? would they EVER know how it REALLY feels? no. That's just a fact. It's because we all have a filter in life. We may all read the same poem, but all of us will have a different interpretation of the poem. That's the beauty of poetry. It's something that everyone can feel, but no one can say they know. Only the writer can say that, because he or she had written it.

KEEP WRITING!

Nah its fine.^.^

Forgotten

I stand in the crowed and sing bright and loud
But I am just looked through as a ghost
I pull out the knife and cut my self
Here I am in the hospital known as the girl who hates herself
I do what I need to do
And act how I need to act
But yet I am still the lost
I give up, no matter what I do ill always be forgotten
So I'll leave with my goodbyes
And walk down the black road into darkness and no one will notice
All because I am forgotten soul

You missed a word in this line 'but yet i am still the lost'. Unless of course, i missed a detail before that.

By the way, 'my self' should be 'myself' -- it's a noun, one word.

'all because i am forgotten soul' should be 'all because i am THE forgotten soul' (grammar)

other than those, i think it's a compelling read. something close to the heart. and more importantly, are you really alright? because both the previous poem and this one are all despair and... they speak a lot about death and inflicting physical pain upon oneself. don't try that, even if you really want to. it's just stupid because i tried. i've seen people try it, and i have tried it. it's just plain retarded. even though it hurts, i look at those scars now, i just think myself foolish to hurt myself because others hurt me. if i really had wanted revenge, i should have just went head on with them and kick their *edit your post and this will go away*. ><

{ya im having persona issues, im getting close to but I dont think ill be bale to....

heres a little poem I wrote for my friend and her bf

Is this my fate?
To stand here and wait
Well I wont wait much longer
So come on and hurry up dear
We have a world to explore
Will you come along?
And we both will be free
To live our lives stress free
There is no need to complicate
We only have a short time to live
So lets get moving
So we can travel together

{they both left last week to new zeland..^.^}

These are really good Des, but if you need to talk to someone im aways here okay don't do anything stupid...

M'kay thanks bree ^.^