No one knows what is going thru my head.
as I slide the glimmering blade over my wrist.
While I watch the red crimson flow down my fingers
Dripping onto the once white tile floor.
...
You showed me the way to go when the fork in the road appeared.
You taught me right from wrong when i need it the most.
I always looked up to you for guidance.
By looking back i see that it never happened.
...
Not liking what things are turning out to be.
Twisted things not coming out the right way.
I'm starting to change the real me.
My inner voice telling me to stay.
...
To Nicole, my sweet… my love… my Bella
...
Strangeness coming over me, I wait for my time of demise
As I stare my enemy in the eyes.
It’s like a wanting to end it all
But too afraid to fall.
...
They are all right.
Why can't i just do it?
Slice away the pain.
Watch all my worries flow away
...
I used to be so inspired.
But can't seem to find what to say.
I'm confused
and these feelings r pushing me over the edge.
...
Fire burns deep in my eyes.
Anger pulsing through my veins.
Lacing my blood with poison.
As the tears spill down my face,
...
I never looked and got trapped in-between.
Someone should pull me back to the other side.
Wonder who it will turn out to be.
Will it be the right one?
...
Waiting on the day to come around the corner
when i will no the difference between what is true
and when im just being ued.
I'm blind to everything around me
...
eyes staring blankly at the screen
ears open to the conversation beyond her world
hand slowly squeezing,
as the harsh words flow to her.
...
You said you were over him, but
i guess you lied once again
can you ever prove to me that it's
the truth.
...
I'm in a million pieces
where no master at puzzles
could put me back together again.
Never get that second chance.
...
I wonder if i was
even worth your time.
But the saddest part
isn't that with each passing day
...
The truth always hurts.
No matter how much
you hide it,
it always shows in your
...
It will always be in your eyes
Standing out front where it's the leader.
Where it's in charge.
You follow with your eyes as you look
...
My blood runs cold with fear.
My heart throbs from the site of you.
As i cry a silent tear.
For my sisters i cold not save from this shrew.
...
I'm 18 years old and i hope to get better at writing poetry.I'm looking for some direction and advice to make my poems better or u can just get to no me.im a sophmore in high school. i first started writing poetry back back when i felt i could tell no one my feelings cuz i couldnt trust them. and since then i grew a love for putting my feelings down on paper. it's fun and easy and i do it quit often. a lot of people judge my poems and half the time they dont even no what they are about.they always assume and im struggling with the thought that i should just stop writing poetry all together just to make them happy. my life, well lets just say its different. not a very normal one but whose is now-a-days. everyday gets a little harder and im seeing that im needing to write things down a lot more recently. im not saying im a professional at writing poetry its just something i love to do. i write my poems based on what happens in my life so each one of them is a little peice of me that i take away from the day so i'll feel better.)
No One
No one knows what is going thru my head.
as I slide the glimmering blade over my wrist.
While I watch the red crimson flow down my fingers
Dripping onto the once white tile floor.
I wonder why no one will help me?
They all just leave me to die alone.
When they all know that, that is my fear.
they wanna see me in pain, but what they
don't know won't hurt them.
The pain in my wrist numbs the pain in my heart.
So I can move on to the next day.
Just to suffer through another day of hell.
The sight of the blood excites me.
Because I know it's mine and only mine.
But it makes me sick to know that you can
take the pain you cause to the next level.
So I take this last this last oath in blood and become
Cold to all of this, Cold to all your feelings.
First of all, one thing that you have going for you is the ability to write straight from the heart. You don’t just make up these poems pulling them out of thin air, and I commend you for this and more than anything else this will set you apart from others. The heart connection is evident in the intensity of the emotions that flow through the lines of your poems. The dark and troubling nature of your poems is acceptable, and has a wide audience in itself. If you read some of my poems you will see similar emotions and an overarching blanket of darkness.