Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

March 1, 2012

Sadness


i am quiet and shy.
I wonder what it’s like to fly.
I hear the unicorn’s far cry.
I see the ocean when it’s dry.
I pretend that I will never die.
I dream of purple skies.
I am quiet and shy.

January 19, 2012

Sound of Madness

by Ashley

Inside my heart is the sound of chaos that worsens by every second I think of you.  This pain I call my friend breaks me down, pulls me into a ball, as I scream in agony.  I’m lost in all this destruction. I cannot see. Am I blind? NO, I refuse to believe these LIES!!! But...are these things lies? Maybe they are the TRUTH. I fall over on my back as you hold my arms down. I feel the sharp cold knife of abandonment plunge into what once held my heart. Millions of freezing hands cover my body. I CAN’T BREATHE!! Someone help me? I’m nothing but a shell with no shell. Everything that I once loved is slipping away with every tear that pushes its way out of my eyes. I scream so loud but no one hears me. My tears turn into blood. The darkness clouds over me. My heart is exposed by the torn skin. A hundred tiny silver hooks surround my heart.  It’s so cold.  The tiny hooks jerk back and my heart spills and the only thing I can do is scream and cry in terrible pain. WHY AM I STILL ALIVE!!!!!!  My old friend pain starts to overtake my being... Suddenly I break free of these invisible forces holding me down and fire fills my eyes. I was not wrong. Pain, misery, destruction, and agony were always there for me. They always held my hand.  When I held a knife to my wrist they were there to push it through. When I cried they turned my tears into blood. If I was ever happy they reminded me that happiness was a guiltless twisted LIE. Happiness only brought hell. I am changed; I cannot go back to what I was. Everything I once cared for...once loved is gone... I’M GONE.

Broken Girl

by Anonymous

Today I woke up from the dead and found myself lost and alone. I was not really dead but it was starting to feel like it. I woke up like every other day, but this day seemed different somehow. A part of me was lost and wished to die right then and there, but I think I was afraid. I could not stand it anymore, this bitterness and loneliness or whatever it was. I tried to understand what was happening but I could not. I was too scared to even think what it might be. Most people forget about it and move on but, then again, I am not most people. I am not even sure I am a person. I feel more like a soulless being. I feel like there’s nothing inside me that is human at all. I feel alone and dead inside, but also like a monster. I don’t know even what I am anymore or who I am. I am a soulless person. Now I am a lost soul. It feels like I don’t belong at all. I could try to run but that would be useless. I am useless. What good am I for? What will happen to me if I don’t stay in this dried-up and lonely world? What is this place I have grown to love and hate? What does this all mean? What is happing to me and my soul? What am I? I can’t even look myself in the mirror anymore and say that’s me because I don’t even know what the real me looks like anymore. I feel like a dark hole that is being sucked in by this sad and bloody world.

December 21, 2011

Suicide

by Ashley

want to die
instead i cry
suicide?
cant decide
what to do
who to run to
so many fears
drowning in tears
dead inside
lost my mind
fuck my life
wheres my knife
cant take this anymore
my eyes continue to pour
looking around
you're nowhere to be found
i guess when i said hi
i really meant goodbye


National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 

A Conflict Inside My Head

by Amanda 

There's a conflict brewing,
deep in the middle of my mind.
It's slowly finding its way,
finally finding the day.
The conflict has become,
a part of who I am,
and who I must become.
Fighting its way to the surface,
trying to leave my mind's domain.
My head pounds,
as the conflict inside is torn.
Suddenly,
my mind brings me to realize,
that no conflict was present,
nothing was ever there,
it was a cliche,
a nothing.
There was nothing to become,
nothing to strive to be,
because I've been it all along.
I've been strong throughout it all,
honest with myself and others.
Passionate with nature itself,
and proud of who I am.
The conflict was a cliche,
a nothing,
a mirage of the imagination,
a conflict of nothingness.

November 22, 2011

Grief

by Shannon

It hit me in an instant
The cold steel fracturing
my being
Breath taken
Flailing to survive
I sunk...
The car hit her in an instant
The pain hit us.

November 19, 2011

The Person I'll Never Know

by Emily

I never expected to want to stay here, so far from home. 
But in those short moments when we talk, I don't feel so alone. 
It's probably not meant to be, only a dream. 
I'm scared I'll wake up and won't remember the eyes 
that tell stories and a smile that never lies. 
But that's all I'm allowed to feel.
I wonder what it would be like to touch you, 
See if you're real. 
We'll separate soon, and I'll cry, 
Because the person I wanted to know, 
Will have to say goodbye.

He

by Sam

Why am I so crazy about this one strange guy?
It seems that every time I'm with him, 
time just flies by. 
He's quirky and outgoing.
He sings and plays guitar. 
But if I tell him how I really feel, 
I will have gone too far.

Hopefully we'll just be perfect
When he sees who I really am.
He'll laugh and talk and smile and walk 
And just love me for being Sam.

November 5, 2011

4Him


Is it better this way?
When I'm dying every day.
Loneliness likes to stay
Do you want me to walk away?

Don't leave me hanging
In this world that's ever changing
Can't you see I'm fading?
Please take care of my heart that's been bleeding.

Will I have no more tears to cry??
Will I never hear you say "goodbye"?
Or will we never have another try?

Will you ever turn and walk away?
Will you not rescue me today?
All I want for you is to stay,
Until the end of the day.

Daddy I Miss


A Father's Touch, 
A Daddy's Kiss,
A Grieving Daughter,
You're Truly Missed. 
An Empty House, 
An Empty Chair, 
My Daddy's Love 
No Longer There. 
A Broken Heart, 
Tear Filled Eyes, 
Another Soul 
To Fill The Sky. 
Many Memories 
In My Mind, 
Some I Laugh, 
Some I Cry. 
The Times We Shared, 
The Laughs We Had,
Things I Miss
When I Think Of You Dad. 
Realizing That's All I Have 
To Hold On To,
Only Memories
Of What Was Once You. 
Missing Your Laugh, 
I Will Never Again Hear
This Is The Reality 
That Fills Me 
With So Much Fear. 
No More Smile 
On Your Face
No More Warmth 
Of Your Embrace. 
The Last Hug, 
The Last Kiss,
The Last "Goodbye"
Leaves Me With
One Last Wish. 
To Have You Daddy
Here Today 
Never To Leave 
Your Daughter This Way. 
A Father's Touch, 
A Daddy's Kiss,
A Grieving Daughter,
You're Truly Missed.

November 4, 2011

Love

by Taylor 

I'll tell you,
love is when you want to be with someone 
so bad that you'll do anything.
it means that you don't want anyone other than that person.
you think about them all the time,
wondering if they feel the same,
but you never truly know how they feel,
which hurts when you find out they don't feel the same way.
and no matter how hard you try...
you can never truly get them off your mind.
the worst part about it...
is that you never stop searching for someone better,
when you know that isn't possible...
but when time comes to move on,
don't go looking for someone new;
let them find you....

November 2, 2011

Icarus

by Jason

I was young
innocent
even naïve, when I first met Her;
a beautiful white dove
with wings like an angel
and eyes blue as the sky.
She gave me wings;
she taught me
how
to fly
Floating
Soaring
with Her
always by my side.

And then she left me.

And my wings disappear
and I’m falling,
Falling,
the wind tearing at me
the empty endless sky
my only witness
falling down
to the rock hard ground
of Reality.
Slowly I stand up
and pick up the pieces
of my shattered soul
and begin anew.

November 1, 2011

Storms of November


Fighting the world with all my might
Hoping to stay alive for just another night
Feeling the innocence soon to be conceived
The face of that man living inside of me
Looking at my future ahead
Almost gone as good as dead
Remembering all the pain and tears
Using the white stuff to take away fears
starring into the city of strangers
They don't care about me or my anger
Trying hard not to remember
Crying during the storms of November