POETRY
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A Friend...
A friend is like a flower
- a rose to be exact,
- Or maybe like a brand new gate
- that never comes unlatched
-
- A friend is like an owl,
- both beautiful and wise
- Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
- whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like those blades
- of grass you can never mow,
- standing straight, tall, and proud
- in a perfect little row
A friend is like a heart
- that goes strong until the end.
- Where would we be in this world
- if we didn't have a friend.
-
- My friend,
- my companion,
- through good times and bad
- my friend,
- my buddy,
- through happy and sad,
- beside me you stand,
- beside me you walk,
- you're there to listen,
- you're there to talk,
- with happiness,
- with smiles,
- with pain and tears,
- I know you'll be there, throughout the years!
-
- By:Unkown
Along A Star Filled
River
- Along a star filled river
- Grows Truth and Love; Justice and Pain.
- Truth is old and withering,
- branches stretching toward me
- With cold, frightening fingers.
- Love has wilted,
- Dead and gone.
- Many mourn for love
- as the river trickles by, unheeding,
- But I plod on my lonely journey.
- Justice is still there,
- But Justice is weak and sickly.
- Many have tried to destroy Justice,
- Stepped on it, crushing it.
- Pain is strong and healthy,
- Black with misery.
- Along a star filled river
- I sit alone,
- I stay alone.
- I cut down the last shreds of Friendship,
- binding me to the real world,
- Afraid to love, afraid to care.
- Along a star filled river
- I hide in my Past
- from Friendship and the real world.
- Though the past is scary,
- it does not frighten me
- So much as coming out in the open
- And being seen again as an outcast.
- Along a star filled river,
- many try to approach me,
- Try to be friends.
- I flinch away and hide deeper in the Past.
- Along a star filled river,
- Now no one notices me.
- I am heeded not and scorned when seen.
- They think me strange and messed up,
- That I need help.
- I agree about needing help,
- But am I truly strange?
- Along a star filled river
- I start to cry,
- Mourning past happiness and Myself.
- I think of myself as problematic,
- Messed up, needing help.
- I told my friend...
- Friend? Too strong a word perhaps.
- Acquaintance. Better.
- She insisted I am not messed up,
- But for what cause?
- Maybe she really cares,
- Maybes she sees the Real Me.
- I have not seen the Real Me
- in a very long time,
- Not since elementary school I think.
- I've noticed
- That maybe my identity is fading away.
- Or maybe,
- I can only hope for this,
- Maybe I am lying to myself.
- Just thinking I am different.
- Maybe this is all a mistake.
- I must not, I cannot,
- Be as messed up as I seem.
- I can only hope for this until
- I wake and walk again,
- my identity intact and whole again,
- along a star filled river,
- Life.
-
- By: Kristen McCurley
Dark Eyes
- Dark eyes shrouded in fear,
- secrets of the past,
- Promises of the future.
- Dark eyes of an innocent girl
- Shine out, reaching out to others.
- People pass her, not noticing
- Her eyes are shiny with tears.
- Dark eyes shrouded in mist
- Of dreams to come.
- She knows naught what
- The dreams depict.
- Visions of blood and death,
- Mayhap they tell of the future.
- Or perhaps they are the past.
- Dark eyes keep secrets,
- Age old curses of ill fate.
- Her shivers and downcast eyes tell
- that she has been hurt
- In some way close to her heart.
- Star dust reflected in her dark eyes,
- Truth and innocence now far gone.
- Unfortunate, it is, to watch a young girl
- Turn to pain and defeat.
- Dark eyes reflect others pain,
- Others besides her own.
- She watches fearfully
- as her friends are defeated
- Slowly, one by one.
- Now none noice her frowns and tears,
- They all think it's just a game.
- She wanted me to tell you no,
- For her lips are sealed by stone.
- Her dark eyes reflect
- only her soul from deep inside,
- Telling you of her fears.
- Everyone's wrong, tis not a game,
- People are being hurt.
- Hurt by her harsh words, hurt by her fear
- As it reflects their own.
- Dark eyes tell of her wishes.
- Her wish to leave poetry and her feelings alone,
- Her wish for happiness.
- Yet she knows such things
- will never come true,
- Never happen.
- She believes happiness has left
- and cannot return till
- she has safely left her teenage years
- By time or death she cannot tell.
- Dark eyes clouded with anger
- Against one she trusted.
- He betrayed her trust.
- She tries to see it from his point of view.
- She sees what he said
- And partially forgives him.
- But the fact is there all the same.
- He betrayed her confidence.
- Her sighs tell she wants to forgive and forget,
- But cannot quite let go.
- She sees herself depressed,
- But that fact only makes her slip deeper in.
- Dark eyes soon to be softened perhaps,
- But only if someone can find the way.
-
- By: Kristen McCurley
Looking At Myself Through
My Own Eyes
- A lone cry
- echoes through
- completely deaf minds,
- unwilling to accept
- the pain which could reflect
- Their own cry for help.
- The cry is harsh,
- shrill and undulating,
- as if the girl
- Had been crying.
- No one stops
- To help this young girl.
- She has tripped
- And fallen in the gutter.
- Her clothes?
- Once fine.
- Now only tatters remain.
- They hang, fluttering,
- On her slim, fragile frame.
- Her eyes are hungry,
- Shadowed and frightened.
- No one cares
- What happens to her.
- She has no one to care,
- no one to love her,
- no one to soothe her
- When she cries.
- She weeps alone,
- And only at night.
- As she realizes this,
- that there is no one who cares,
- her brown eyes spill over
- With crystal clear tears.
- Passerby hurry on,
- Glancing at her only once.
- She has hidden
- In her blue and white jacket.
- She huddles in a ball,
- crying harder,
- And sits for a moment.
- After a while,
- she shudders and rises
- To her feet.
- She begins to walk again,
- going nowhere,
- looking for something
- that cannot be found,
- But trying at least.
- Life goes on,
- Unaffected by this young teen.
- That is what scares her
- More than anything.
- More than the possibility
- of being taken advantage of,
- More than
- Her own death.
- She shivers
- as shadows detach themselves
- from the walls
- And begin to follow her.
- These shadows,
- They are the shadows of life.
- Death, sickness, depression,
- Suicide, hatred.
- All these are shadows of life
- and she has endured
- Through them all.
- The deaths
- of three grandparents,
- the sickness of her once-close friend,
- Her own depression.
- She has,
- only once,
- contemplated suicide
- And that was long ago.
- She was, one day,
- holding a knife,
- preparing her lunch,
- And preparing to take her life.
- She told herself not to,
- and never again,
- To think of it.
- The hatred of her "friends,"
- Her relatives.
- Seems like everyone in the world
- Hates her.
- "Unfair,"
- She tells herself.
- "It's not my fault
- That I am different.
- I can't help it,
- no one can change it."
- Her presence
- gradually fades away,
- Unheeded by anyone.
- And as her last
- known breath is drawn
- I realize
- That I am
- Looking at myself through my own eyes.
-
- By: Kristen McCurley
The Promise
- This is a promise, send back to make the promise...
- You are my friend and I hope you know that's true.
- No matter what happens, I will stand by you.
- I'll be there for you when ever you need.
- To lend you a hand, to do a good deed.
- So just call on me when you need me, my friend.
- I will always be there even to the end.
-
- There's something in a simple hug
- That always warms the heart;
- It welcomes us back home
- And makes it easier to part.
-
- A hug's a way to share the joy
- And sad times we go through,
- Or just a way for friends to say
- They like you 'cause you're you.
-
- Hugs are meant for anyone
- For whom we really care,
- From your grandma to your neighbor,
- Or a cuddly teddy bear.
-
- A hug is an amazing thing -
- It's just the perfect way
- To show the love we're feeling
- But can't find the words to say.
-
- It's funny how a little hug
- Makes everyone feel good;
- In every place and language,
- It's always understood.
-
- And hugs don't need new equipment,
- Special batteries or parts
- Just open up your arms
- And open up your hearts.
By: Unknown
Untitled
Sometimes I smile too much.
- Sometimes I just want to run.
- I'm hiding here in myself,
- You seem like you're having fun.
-
- So I'll just keep on pretending.
- And I'll keep playing your game.
- I act and nobody knows.
- I cry and it's all the same.
-
- But don't worry about me.
- I'll always be laughing for you.
- And don't think twice about me.
- Someday I might take off my mask.
By: Natasha
Slow Dance
- Have you ever watched kids
- on a merry-go-round
- Or listened to the rain
- slapping on the ground?
-
- Ever followed a butterfly's
- erratic flight
- Or gazed at the sun into the
- fading night?
-
- You better slow down
- Don't dance so fast
- Time is short
- The music won't last
-
- Do you run through each day
- on the fly
- When you ask "How are you?"
- do you hear the reply?
-
- When the day is done,
- do you lie in your bed
- With the next hundred chores
- running through your head?
-
- You'd better slow down
- Don't dance so fast
- Time is short
- The music won't last
-
- Ever told your child,
- We'll do it tomorrow
- And in your haste,
- not see his sorrow?
-
- Ever lost touch,
- Let a good friendship die
- 'Cause you never had time
- to call and say "Hi"?
-
- You'd better slow down
- Don't dance so fast
- Time is short
- The music won't last
-
- When you run so fast to get somewhere
- You miss half the fun of getting there.
- When you worry and hurry through your day,
- It is like an unopened gift....
- Thrown away...
- Life is not a race.
- Do take it slower
-
- Hear the music
- Before the song is over.
- By: Uknown
- THE GREATEST PAIN
The greatest pain in life is not to die,
- but to be ignored.
- To lose the person you love so much
- to another who doesn't care at all.
- To have someone you care about so much throw a party...
- and not tell you about it.
- When your favorite person on earth
- neglects to invite you to his graduation.
- To have people think that you don't care.
-
- The greatest pain in life is not to die,
- but to be forgotten.
- To be left in the dust
- after another's great achievement
- To never get a call from a friend,
- just saying "hi".
- When you show someone your innermost thoughts
- and they laugh in your face.
- For friends to always be too busy to console you
- when you need someone to lift your spirits.
- When it seems like the only person who cares about you,
- is yourself.
-
- Life is full of pain,
- but does it ever get better?
- Will people ever care about each other,
- and make time for those who are in need?
- Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call
life.
- Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love
them.
- If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished.
-
- You will simply be ignored...forgotten...as you have done
to others.
-
- By: Unknown ***
***This poem was written by a young girl who committed suicide
three years ago. Perhaps if the people surrounding her had shown
a little more love, and had paid more attention to her, her death
could have been prevented. Remember that when going through life,
you can't judge a sad,lonely, or suicidal person by their facial
expressions. You need to get to know each person you come in
contact with, cherish your friendship with them,and show them
that you care.***
-
Demon
i walk these empty halls
- through moonlit towers
- while your eyes follow me
- like icy fire
-
- a spark a flame
- ignites within me
- i feel you inside
- my body, my soul
-
- i burn for your embrace
- i burn in your embrace
- you scorch me
- with your flame
-
- like a wild
- untamed passion
- i feel you coming
- into my soul
-
- I know you want me
- i know you know
- that i want you
- you are my demon
-
- you are my lover
-
- By: BeetleBorg
THE PAINTING
- I painted a picture last night.
- I started with streaks of
- Green
- Here and there
- I then painted
- Blue
- Circles and Squares and shapes
- I filled in the empty spaces with
- Purple
- and
- Orange
- I went wild with the
- Yellow
- Spreading it all over
- Last of all, I speckled on
- Red
- I stood back and looked at the work
- The painting was a mass of
- Colour
- which all seemed to blend together to form a
- Picture
- Then I painted over the colour with a thin
- Black
- paint.
-
- They put my painting in a museum
- Hundreds see it everyday
- Most just look at it a say it's boring
- Just one glance, then walk away
- There are some people who take their time
- They look really hard to see what they can find
- They smile at the Colours they see inside
- The strokes, the dots, the shapes, the tides
- When the others turn to me and tell me my painting
is not worth it
- I tell them to look a little harder, dig a little
deeper, because the
- Colour
- Was there the whole time
-
- By: Apple-eh (me)
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