Biography of Stacy Bea
well i live in Englands
i started writing poems 3 years ago
i met a friend on here that helped me alot a year after that, ever since i have been writing poems to get my feelings out, two months ago i stoped writing for two reason, one writers block, two, writing the poem helped at frist then some how i was dwelling on the poems feelings with in each word more and more, since then i havent wrote a thing. i am 17 currently,18 in 5 months, im studying at college, public services, im going to one day join the army. And just the other day, i smiled and luaghed so much than i have in years :)
Stacy Bea Poems
My feelings make me alone alone forever My friends dont know my feelings
alone we stand, together we fight a word alone can mean almost nothing but a sentance can mean so much more
People change I change 2 days or 2 weeks
A hopeless smile
Fear within my pain
what is fear? how can you tell if you're afraid... till the other night i thought that i feard nothing
today i asked a friend if i was a good poet. then i remembered the reson why i write i write to free the pain within me as each word flows though my mind
Right now people know me as... What people think of me is... i gave up caring about that years ago.
When the sun sets
When the sun sets darkness sets in a new world opens
the war within (myfirst set of lyrics)
Feelings left behind, memories a pain the future left blind, hopes fade behind the stains.
The pain not to fail drives us round. Down in the dumps got a F in GCSEs, the pressure pushes us to the edge.
The hope of a bright day. The pain of a bad day. The hope of love, dreams. Hope of a new friend.
Darkness within death
In the day i put on a smile at night i fear for my life Though my smile covers my fear it does not hide it from the sun
Free from who i was
Locked in a dark room for this is where i linger in a ocean of pain. i hit the walls in anger, wanting to escape, no windows no doors
The world has a price.
A price for joy, a price
For happiness, a price
For anything good,
The price is pain.
Many people you see
Are happy, this maybe
Just cause they haven’t
Experienced pain or its
Just gone past that time
In life. Pain is the dead truth.