Biography of Ruby ...
I am 16 and have been writing poems for quite a while. I had a composition notebook filled with poems front to back. Most of them would be published on here but I lost the book. In it were some of the most well written poems that I have ever gotten down on paper. That book had the first poem I ever wrote, inside of it. But anyways. I'm glad I found this place because now I have the chance to start over with my poems. -Ruby (my name isn't really Ruby, but I thought it was pretty so I used it. If you want to know my real name, just ask.)
Ruby ...'s Works:
Ruby ... Poems
I'Ll Be Sorrow Tomorrow
I'll Be Sorrow Tomorrow I'll be sorrow tomorrow, With me myself and I.
I've forgotten the memories of the good times we had. Escaping my mind leaving only the bad. The feeling I get whenever your near,
No One Likes A Whore
First time sex and cigarettes. I heard your weekend was fun. What ever happened to 'Waiting until marriage? ' Temptation caught up to someone.
So Damn Funny
You made your choices and so did I. Mine were just better. You've moved on We've both moved on.
Dear People Who Think They Know Everythi...
Tell me, people who think they know everything, what is life? This ultimate miscullaneous catagory, Where everything is so magnificantly unexpected, Yet all so unbearably predictable.
It surrounds us. The eternal bliss that is love. Few are so lucky to experiance its magnifesance, While so many are wounded by this bitter-sweet paradise.
I've had writer's for quite some time now. It's like my mind is on strike. I can't form a coherent thought to save my life. Mindless and endless ramblings,
Nowhere To Be
Two things at home I havn't yet heard, The laughter of a faimily and one four-letter word. (love) Lie to your loved ones and hate all your friends.
Just One Of Those Days
Another heart ache is all I need. Just another empty soul to feed. Another pair of lifeless eyes, To go along with more meaningless lies.
One Little Slip Is All It Takes
It used to be easy being your friend. Now it feels like I have to try. You're life is cursed because you've changed for the worse. And sometimes I feel so have I.
She cried. Mournful sobs echoed in the confines of her small room. Her tears tasted like despair as they slid down her cheeks, And onto the floor she slept on.
Time passes. In tear drops or in smiles, It passes. The simple togetherness of a family soon fades away.
Not Just A Tree
She moves in the wind. Turning heads as she does her dance of freedom. Swaying gentaly with the wind. Loving life.
I Remember The Day
I remember the day.
That day the world turned its back on me.
The day my family got ripped apart.
The day reality tore at my heart.
The day my best friend left without a word.
The day my soul died,
Beaten and unheard.
The day my eyes finally began to see,
What was aways right there in front of me.