The rest of a 5 poems p T.T
Say good bye she might be back for summer she sadi "i dont know" but hope she will she has been an great friend.
RAGE
I lay here to night in a dark silent room,
Feeling only pain and uncontrollable gloom.
Pictures of the blood flash in my head,
Pictures of you laying on the floor dead.
Never to come back and mess up my life,
I smile as I wipe your blood from my knife.
Your darkened red blood spills out on the street,
Your Colden heart stop DEAD in its beat,
I think back to all the pain and the hurt,
As I cover your body and spit on the dirt.
From you or you GAME I Can no longer run,
And me killing you was my turn for FUN.
Oh how they'll cry and Oh how they'll weep,
But I know their Sorrow is ONLY SKIN DEEP.
As I turn to walk down the cold empty street,
I walk to the rhythm your heart USED to beat.
I think Back to you lying dead on the floor
And SMILE knowing your heart beats NO MORE!!!!!!!!
Hands
In desperation I search, trying to find myself I look.
I search and search, for my heart is lost I search.
Too scared to run too scared to move.
Paralyzed by pain and fear I search.
I fight to live as I stager at the pain.
I sit beside me staring at what I see.
I shake my head at what I made me.
I fight to not listen at the pain I created.
The pain I will always see.
As I twitch in emptiness my eyes begin to see.
The more they find the more it hurts.
They look at me as a piece of meat.
Trembling legs, week arms, and scars from defeat.
I fight my self because of what I see.
It's me I'm looking at and me that won't succeed.
I stare and look, searching for answers, for that I concede.
I shred my self and my sole with my eyes.
They are too strong for me for that I am paralyzed.
I see my hands as the grasper of pain.
They are the retriever of all I have received from me.
As my hands fight back I see.
I am only what I want to be, and I still have a chance to defeat me.
My father
for those who find this one offending im sorry :(
Hey you! Yeah, I'm talking to you, "Dad"!
Where were you when I needed you the most in my life?
You were never at my side,
You just wanted a carefree life.
Where were you when I was growing up?
You were busy starting over,
Drinking from your golden cup.
Did you pretend that I don't exist anymore,
As you were finding someone new?
Well, I hope you cherish everyday you live,
Because I'm coming for you.
Never at a birthday nor graduation,
You didn't care for me, that's clear.
I hope you have a good story for this,
Because it's one I'm dying to hear.
HATE
Hate is a word used often in our house
We hate every person
everything
every mouse
We dance when we leave
And beg not to stay
Hate is a word to describe everyday
Tears shed everyday
laughter a forgotten sound
Love is a word never ever found
Not far way.
Long ago, when a white man saw his brothers dark face
He did not accept him because he was from a different race
How could such a horrible thing be so true?
The scares, the bruises, all black and blue
Where was the love?
The, finally, a man was sent from an angel above
No more war
He opened up for us a brand new door
A door where there was no more violence
Where we could live everyday in peaceful silence
A door where we the right to choose were we wanted to sit on a bus
And not make a fuss
So, here we are today
Each year getting more grey
Do we accept people the way they are?
We still have a while to go, but we are not very far
Alexandra has to leave early BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
It SUCKS i know but things happened back home so she wrote 2 of these and she is leaving tonight shes packing right now though