"Why Not"post your poems or poem link...

[Sarallelogram]

He'll always be my

Aww I wish I wasn't so ultra paranoid.
I never show anyone my poems 'cause I'm always paranoid
that they'll steal it and say the wrote it.
So as soon as I get this poem published,
I'll post it here.
It shouldn't take very long,
our school has a book thing that we can get work published in.

S u p e r h e r o <3

 

[BandofDans]

I had a lover
With flowing hair
But now she's dead
And I don't care.  

[crazyrandomness]

alrighty then more of a quote and not a poem:
"my inner emo only bleeds ink on paper."-me

"whats the point"
whats the point of thinking
whats the point of dreaming
if i scare u with my thoughts
and u hate me in my dreams
but whats the point of dying
if u don't know what it means?  

[spiffyelgato]

I write things that I guess you would call mini-poems...or something.

Look at a couple?
http://artpad.art.com/?jdn2u41aaqgw

http://artpad.art.com/?jdn2duvzixs  

[spiffyelgato]

+Spazmatic_Joy+

He'll always be my

Aww I wish I wasn't so ultra paranoid.
I never show anyone my poems 'cause I'm always paranoid
that they'll steal it and say the wrote it.
So as soon as I get this poem published,
I'll post it here.
It shouldn't take very long,
our school has a book thing that we can get work published in.

S u p e r h e r o <3

I know, i'm always like that. It makes me really nervous to put my stuff on the net...  

[LadyIridal]

I wrote this during a free class I had at school about what had recently happened between my boyfriend and I. I'm gonna leave you all in wonder and not tell you what it is. But it is very much real...


Love's Mistake

I find myself wondering,
Wandering in my prison of thought.
Forbidden thoughts—
Locked up by dark chains of prohibition.
These chains have become rusted and weak
By the weather of my Emo emotions.
A window to the lusty evil of women is open to me.
I’ve gotten my share of that zest.
Its venom contaminated my heart
And thieved it of what innocence.
My mind consciousness drenched itself
In grieving regret,
Regretting it had any exposure to this female evil.

What could ever undo this mistake?
How can I fix my way of error? And restore my lost innocence?
So close to the edge, unknowing if you’re my future,
Or is it full of empty spaces and painful regret.
If only there was an incantation
To forever tie my heart to you,
I’d never mistake again.
Can I believe, and believe hard enough
To make it true? It’s all I wish for.

The future looking grim
Uncertain if I’ll fulfill my goal
And fulfill my heart’s utmost desire—
To be with you.
This wanting overwhelms me.
Holding it back the best I can
To avoid a mistake of tragedy.
Is it just another error to hold it back
With good intentions?
Could this be a waste?
It seems my nerves are no more.
I learn nothing but to hurt. It’s the only way
I know that I’m still alive—that I can feel.

I watch the blood fall down this arm. I cry out.
Red fades and leaves unmarked skin.
Was it real? Am I imagining? Wishing it would be today?
Will it happen…?
The arm spills my blood—
This I can feel now.
It’s finally real. Vision is blurred and soon black.

What’s this? A light in the distance.
A rose. An untainted white rose.
The petals peal back. Could it be?
My savior. His arms wrapped around me
In a warm embrace. My stomach churned.
I had forgotten this feeling.
Belonging. Loving. Caring. It is you.
My love, with those concealed wings of angels,
Carry me up and return me to my senses.
After all I’ve put us through.
After all the hurt I caused you,
I beg for a second chance.
Fortunately, it is granted.

I’m trying to ride my bike.
When I fall, I need that perfect rose
To pull me to my feet.

I love you, my love. heart