Tears the mind can't tell are true,
Pain the heart can't share.
Anger wrapped up in deceit,
It's more than I can bear.
...
I love the way you look at me,
I love the way you smile.
I love the way you lean on me,
For just a little while.
...
I’m sorry you don’t love me,
I’m sorry you don’t care.
I tried so hard to please you,
But you were never there.
...
You acted true,
Like you really cared,
You were there for me,
When I was scared.
...
I know you lied
I've felt the pain
I still don't see what you had to gain
You broke my trust
...
No one seems to listen
No one seems to care
Need someone to talk to
No one's ever there.
...
Magic swirls around me
It lifts me off the ground
Sends shivers up my spine
Makes me weightless, happy
...
The rain drips downward
Slowly pooling on the street
Reflecting bright sky
Oily brown beneath the top
...
Run, little child,
Run from your fears,
Cry, little child,
Cry your sad tears,
...
Pain so deep I can't express,
The hurt inside me calling,
Telling me to give away,
And not to keep them falling.
...
What I feel, I can’t express,
And no words can tell.
When you have your arms around me,
I’d care less if the world fell.
...
The Edge of the World,
Is not so far.
To there I'll walk,
And touch a star.
...
He left me bare and empty,
Lost in my own pain.
I don't know what I'm doing,
I just may be insane.
...
The crimson stain upon her wrists,
Spreading across the floor.
My power cannot help her now,
For all my herbs and lore.
...
My grip on life is slipping
I can't hold on for long
Alone I cannot do it
My heart's just no that strong
...
Heyla all, i'm 17 and a senior in highschool. I'm one of those weird, out there kids who everyone looks at and goes 'Oh my god, look at her... What is wrong with her? ' I'm what most would label as 'gothic', and yea i guess i'm a little stereotypical, seeming as how writing peotry is a stereotypical attribute of 'goths'. But me, i'm not into labels, and i could care less what people think of me. It just makes me laugh sometimes, the things people come up with just because you're a little weird. For example, Wrong Stereotypes about me: pot smoking, drinking and general drug usage (you'd have to kill me first before i got that shit ANYWHERE near me) : worshipping Satan (oh YES, hail satan *rolls eyes*) : doing it for attention (hardly, that's the LAST thing i want) : depressed all the time (hey, it happens to the best of us once in a while) : wears black all the time (partially true, i do wear black alot, but i also wear red, purple, sky blue, green, grey, white, and BRIGHT pink, so don't give me that crap) ... yea anyways, I read alot. I love to draw, paint, etc. I greatly enjoy writing (as you can gather by my posting of the peotry: \) So yea, Welcome to the insanity that is me...)
Revenge
Tears the mind can't tell are true,
Pain the heart can't share.
Anger wrapped up in deceit,
It's more than I can bear.
The hurt and torture deep inside,
The scalding pain of hate.
The sadness deep inside my soul,
That anger did create.
The anger causes pain inside,
Too deep to understand.
And the pain, in turn, will cause,
More malice to my hand.
The scourge I lay upon you now,
You surely cannot break.
This curse will last for on and on,
You've made a grave mistake.
i really like your attitude, you remind me of one of my 'gothic' friends. im against stereotypes too. i love your poems, your style is amazing. keep fighting those stereotypes! HAPPY BUNNY ROCKS ;)