Death/Secrets and Truth

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I have two poems but I didn't want to make two different topics so I'm putting both of them on this topic lolz. Tell me what you think!!!!

 

 

Death

I fake a smile;

to hide my pain.

I'd walk a mile;

To change the game.

If I could go back;

I'd change nothing.

If I could freeze one moment in my life;

It would be when you said goodbye.

I can't change who I am;

Or what I've done;

But I can stop what's just begun.

I can't hate;

When I'm empty inside.

Changing fate;

Ending my life.

If hurting me makes you happy;

Then I'll hurt so you can have me.

I won't admit to what I didn't do.

I won't ever stop loving you.

If poetry is my necessity;

Then by all means take what's left of me.

Never resting.

Sad and depressing.

Objecting to what your reflecting.

Gone again in a world so cold;

Where pain is all I really know.

Doing things to hold on.

Not eccepting that you are gone.

Don't go!

I need you here!

Silently praying to end my fear.

You were my future.

My shining star.

You dissappeared;

I don't know who you are.

I'll end this with a simple word;

But once spoken it'll never be heard.

That word be as you can see from all that's inside of me.

Only on word!

Death!!!

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Secrets and Truth

In the pale darkness of the full moon,

You will hear sounds of pure gloom.

Some say it comes from her.

I was curious to know if it was true,

so I venture out,

And saw something I personally knew.

 

Her wrists were bleeding,

Her eyes were pleading,

As her mouth was screaming,

Looking around but knot really seeing.

The blade lay beside her,

Having been freshly used.

The hate built inside her,

Having been increasingly abused.

If she knew I was present,

She paid me no mind,

To transfixed by the memories,

I knew she watched behind her eyes.

 

It's a funny feeling to know;

Pain is your addiction.

To do onto ourselves what we would not do onto you.

Isn't that the emo rule?

To express our emotion,

Through our clothing devotion,

Or our poems,

But never truely showing,

The pain we hide inside.

 

The hate festers,

As we realize,

Another emo,

Has died,

From the blades,

We freely let slide.

 

What I found,

when I ventured out that cold, lonely night,

Wasn't just a girl expressing herself directed hate.

Wasn't a girl who was lost with no direction to take.

I found a girl I hardly knew.

That girl,

Sad to say,

Wasn't me,

It was you.

 

 

Thank you to the ones who read both poems. I know they were very long and I'm NOT sorry for that. It was my self expression. I would really like to know what you think about them!!!!

Edited September 20, 2012 by Vanessa Danielle