heather is as awesome as a mother effin blossom
shes yellow like my jellow
shes black like my whack
shes wite like my kite
...
Hurt is royal purple
It smells like the water thats hitting your still emotionless shelterless body
...
Lonliness is the darkest shade of black
It smells like a dark sterile room
...
Pain is scarlet blue and purple, all the colors of blood
It smells like the sulfer from a match which nips your nose
...
I didnt ask to be born,
to be broken and torn,
to be beaten and worn,
to be stabbed with YOUR thorns,
...
Slowly she looks up.
Quickly shes pushed down.
She says you all should die,
She sits and thinks then says,
...
The things you say
The things you do
Will lead up to the day
Hell will rescue you.
...
There she goes dying inside.
With all that pain she tried to hide.
No one could see it,
No one knew
...
I Love to wite poetry. all of the poems on here i wrote in the past week.11/4/07 (lonliness, pain, hurt, suicide123, care?) my l.a. teacher ms. mathues inspired me to start writing poetry but then i started letting out my REAL feelings into poetry.)
(read Cuz Its The Only Humor Youll Ever Read From Me)
heather is as awesome as a mother effin blossom
shes yellow like my jellow
shes black like my whack
shes wite like my kite
shes pink like my wink
shes bloo like my shoo
shes brown like my clown
shes red like my shed
shes poorple like my sircle
shes grean like my been
shes gray like my day.
i spelt it rong on poorpus duh duh duh