Biography of gemma carter
i've been writing poems since the age of 10/11. Over the last few years ive used poetry as a way to vent my anger and depression.
It would be much appreciated if you would comment my poems.
gemma carter Poems
god saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be; so he put his arm around you and whispered ' come with me ' with tearful eyes we saw you, watched you pass away even though we loved you dearly, we couldn't make you stay
Another Day Beckons;
through the pain of memories; through the rainbow light of the darkness another day beckons. through a thousand morning mists;
This Will Be The Last Time; 33
this will be the last time i take it; seconds tick by the world outside of me, outside my thoughts.
Gone Forever; ;
Another tear; streams down my burning face. The world and life around me; has no meaning.
Finally I Have Found;
I never thought i'd see the day when the pain of loseing you started to ease away i think im finally starting to get over you no matter how much pain you dying put me though
he's gone, away for a long time i shudder at the thought, he was once mine something i've been praying for, pain and tears are no more
A Single Thought;
One thought ripping through my mind. this thought, is one a kind. the blood on the floor proves i cant take it anymore.
it was 2 and 10 months yesterday i wish there was a way to make you both stay every day, i hope, i wish.. one more time i could feel your kiss
Another whisper behind my back why wont they cut me some slack? another sleepless night holding my pillow so tight
I Will Be
the way the stars are bright, the way the face in the mirror is mine. the way the world turns, always turning.
Its when nobody calls you names its when you don't look around corners its when you walk without fear of another set of footsteps walking behind you. its when shadows are just the absence of light and not the absence of security.
hands of friendship, helping hands hands to lend, hand that are shaken
I wish Wishing i could freeze the world; let go of everything in it. just until i've had a chance to sit down and think.
I wake up again; The rain hammering the window. Another bottle breaks; just like the fence outside
I wake up again;
The rain hammering the window.
Another bottle breaks;
just like the fence outside
cautiously closing my eyes;
feeling trapped beyond belief.
like a lion protecting it's pride.
this feeling won't disappear.