No One Cries The hatred burns right through my veins Yet it offers me no warmth My composure, undaunted it remains But I'm alone inside the dark No one comprehends my feelings No one sees the acid tears I cannot run, there's no escape I am my biggest fear You despise my morbidity While I depsise your rapture You prance about, your soul so free My body; under capture Only stopping to pierce my heart With their knives so cruel I am internally torn apart They'll never know the pain So stab me with your knives so cruel Walk through me, shove aside Laugh me straight into the acid pool Execute me; no one cries

Transparent Swirling in a tortured spiral I search for companions; there are none I claw at the walls I never find A scream burns inside my lungs I long for someone to hold me In the bitter, lonely cold But there are no others like me They're born from a standard mold Maybe they don't see my insides Crying out and bleeding black The fear is poison upon my lips Holding pleadings back Yet I feel transparent - see right through right me Still no one comprehends It comes down to who really cares What does it matter, in the end?

This is just about how no one can understand how I'm feeling and they don't even care. But really, when it's all over, does it matter at all who cared for you? Does it matter if people cry or laugh?

This is kind of a personal poem, meaning  that I poured what my heart was feeling onto the paper. Nikki said she had to read it twice to really like it, so erm, try that I dunno. What I was saying in the poem is that I'm alone in how I feel. No one here with where my heart and mind stands. I try to get away from the state of being, to join other people but I can't. Everyone just stops long enough to stab my heart, and leave. And when I fall, no one drops a single tear. That's the best I can explain it.

Untouchable Rotting, depleting insides Grinding, powdered bones Cold and hardened feelings A heart that's made of chrome Bright smile on the outside Twinkling, laughing eyes It seems a body that could never hurt So untouchable - can't cry In truth, the throat is bleeding Tongue; pained from the lies Countless venom tears Streamed through those twinkling eyes The outside now collaspses The inside just breaks down Swirl together, now surround me Environ me, and drown

This is just about how on the outside, I look fine. Infact, I look great. My eyes sparkle with laughter and I'm generally happy looking. While at the same time on the inside, it's all pain. Eventually, the both break down and form into one horrific substance. Environ is a word I really like, means surround.

Those Eyes Your eyes- so pure And yet - so taunting See through - find the forbidden And when you laugh It finds those eyes And makes them gleam with rapture I tear my gaze from teasing eyes But find, there's no escape My hands - they long - to cover my ears Hear not - that evil sound! That tumbling laughter Through both eyes and mouth Beats me to ground And with your laugh Comes that certain smile It's meaning - on the sly I smile back - but I am lost Search for reason in those eyes! The lips that form that symbolic smile Curse them! For they're cruel You kissed me with those deceitful lips You played me for a fool I was a fool, a fallen fool I fell into those eyes Your arms so strong That held me tightly As you whispered, "I won't let go" And though those eyes screamed honesty The blood in you runs cold I closely watch the arms that held me Wanting only to feel their warmth I see the lips that kissed me Pondering their true meaning I listen to the laugh, and seeming It bleeds, in pain, from my ears And then I'm stung so horribly By hidden, poisoned tears But naught compares to those pools of blue I set my sight on those pure eyes And in your words that made me cry I wish to stay their, "till we die"

Alright if you didn't guess this [Those Eyes]  is about a guy. A very specific guy. (See My journal entries from Oct. 26th and the previous) I wrote this and didn't post it. It has a lot of things that you wouldn't understand (in my other journal-not on my website I explained all of it, so it most likely meant more to the reader) Plus, I was fearing what my friends would say but at this point I don't care. You can ask me to explain it if you really want.

In life we are in death...more poems are this way ~>