A contest for troubled souls

I want poetry that is dark and depressing the more morbid the better. suicide, lost love death whatever you want. new or old, but i do want it to be good and preferably more 15 lines long. no happy poems. i want to be able to feel the anguish in the words.
i will be judging on the 7 feb 2007. 1st place is 8 comment by me and placed in my favourites. second place 4 comment plus i will comment on any poem that i feel is good that is entered.

rhyming- non rhyming- free verse whatever you want

Rocky

New Year's Resolution

As i sit here bleeding, i read this note to you,
and as you read this i will hear you exclaim "Oh God this can't be true"
but guess what, it is and now it's too late for me,
It's too late for you to stop me, too late for you to change me
Suicide-They say is never the answer,
Yeah, Right.
My New Year's Resolution?
a Simple Suicide Tonight.

~~~
The man who beats his wife
"I plan to stop hurting her"
The smoker's resolution
"i swear I'll quit this time"
The anorexic's is to eat once again
Well Suicide is mine.

~~~
Two weeks after new year's
the wife's beaten and bruised like before
The smokers doing two packs a day
and Ana's starving once more

Well i guess I'm the only one
who kept to their resolution
Cause i guess you can't go back
When suicide's the solution

Hope You Like it. =]

I hope this counts...if not, tell me, and I'll replace it.. Enjoy.
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The Bells Chime

Rusting bells chime in a towered distance,
Sounding quietly against the night's resistance,
Picking up sounds you will beg to escape;
Screams to be heard is a prisoner of rape.

Eight- thousand stars cry out to help the victim.
Around the stars night grows cold; ice storm falls numb
Trying to speak of a treacherous tale.
Knowing it can't speak, the wind begins to wail.

Bells shudder and chime, cracking under the screams,
Reaching out to save the withered, lost dreams.

Snow falls loudly; for the victim needed to hush;
The night turns away in utter disgust.
The snow dashing over icing, streaming tears,
The man of a thousand words creates our fears.

As ringing bells chime in a towered distance,
Breaking the creeping silence for an instant.

With a shuttering cry the night gives away,
To whisper of the tragic tales to the day.
The day then lurches out, crying in dismay,
About the withered lies; bloodied they lay.

As the man takes a soul that is only half there,
Silence over takes the tolling bells that stare.
Of this terrible dream that does not protest,
Those who do not dream certainly are blessed.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

Killed Me With Honor.

I'm created in his image,
but why not his faith?
Just a mistaken scrimmage,
as the world becomes fake.

Let downs upon let downs,
as the glory withers off.
Tears covered with frowns,
as dreams fade away.

Forever mistaken,
as the perfect child.
Forever shaken,
with a broken heart.

He made me with dust.
Gave me with truth.
Broke me with lust.
And, killed me with honor.

Loved ones taken away.
Dreams began to fade.
Depression filled each day,
And, all the truth hid.

Deep within the soul.
As if it was meant to be,
Forsaken and not whole.
Forever living incomplete.

I still wonder why.
We're created in his image,
left on earth to slowly die.
As he sits upon his glorious throne.

*More Than Usual*

Just the sight of it
Starting at her wrists
All the way up her arm,
Down to her fingertips

Just the sight of it
Calms her down slowly
It's the kind of high
Only to come from a blade

Just the sight of it
Makes her forget everything
She can't remember why this time,
Or even where she is

Just the sight of it
Dripping onto the floor
It's already stained,
From every time before

Just the sight of it
And she begins to realize
It's more than usual,
Now a pool of blood beneath her

Just the sight of it
Makes her faint
Yet she feels nothing
As her lifeless body hits the floor

Just the sight of it
The blood-stained note
And they all realize
"It's all his fault."

*hope you like it*
*Shawte*

Glass Masks

Why do I bother
With all this nonsense
Of hiding confidence
Lacking consequence
Loss of my sixth sense
Behind barbed-wire fence
Which is my eyes

Why do you bother
To try to fix me
A walking deity
Or thats what I believe
I know its not to be
These masks are my keys
Of which truths lie

(Chorus)
Cause glass masks shatter
Glass masks cut, bleed
Infect me with this cancer
Deny me all the answers

Why should I care
If all you do is beat me while I'm down
Destroy the lost who have found
Burn where I lay in the ground
Sell them by the pound
Your father should be proud
Of his death

Why should you care
Why should you step aside when I step out in front
You've lost your cocky strut
You've spilled all of your guts
You blame it on bad luck
I send your life a muck
And take what comes next

(Chorus)
Cause glass masks shatter
Glass masks cut, bleed
Infect me with this cancer
Deny me all the answers
Cause glass masks are blind
Glass masks can't see
No eyes to check behind
No legs to run and hide

Deny me all the questions
Deny me my self-respect
Deny me expectations
Deny me my own regrets
Deny me preservation
Deny me your intent
Deny me motivation
Deny me your extent

(Chorus)
Cause glass masks shatter
Glass masks cut, bleed
Infect me with this cancer
Deny me all the answers
Cause glass masks are blind
Glass masks can't see
No eyes to check behind
No legs to run and hide

No.Need.For.A.Name.

These Porcelain Tears
Bryan

The sun sets on her Porcelain Face,
tears roll down her cheeks in such disgrace.
For a love that was forgotten, no one really cares,
the pain she shows is too much for her to bare.

Writing her final note, no one around to see,
what she's been through, how hard life can be.
So she sits on her bed, with a pen and some paper,
waiting on her Prince Charming to come and save her.

She writes down her feelings, each and every day,
hoping her true love will come and take her pain away.
Wait as she might, her Prince Charming never shows,
writing down her feelings, but the torture never goes.

So she swallows the pills, lays the bottle by the bed,
and finishes writing her note, this is what it said,
"If my Prince Charming finds this, don't have any fear,
I will die here now with these Porcelain Tears."

There Must be Some Place Better

I feel so lost,
like I don't belong
Why aren't I loved?
What have I done wrong?

My body is living,
but my soul is long dead
My heart is starving for love,
it needs to be fed.

Life is always dark,
as black as the night
What will the future hold?
Will there ever be light?

Will the sun ever come out?
Will the birds start singing?
Will these monsters go away,
or will they keep on living?

I need someone to answer me,
but there's no one there
No one to love me,
no one to care.

What's the point in living,
when I don't feel real?
There must be some place better,
where my heart can heal.

Cruel Intentions.
by BriBri .x. ♥

You’re well aware of what you’re doing to me.
It was all predetermined from day one.
Building up the trust just to get to the key.
Capturing me and then crushing me like broken glass.

You have me in the palm of your hands.
& you know you have me hooked.
Everyone told me they knew your plans.
But, I was so willing to take that risk.

Everyone said they had you all figured out.
Except me, who acted like a stubborn fool.
They all knew what your intentions were about.
& that it was going to crush my soul.

So here I am, all broken up inside.
Wishing I would have listened to my friends.
Now I have no where to run; no where to hide.
And it was all because of your cruel intentions.

do the poems have to rhyme?

oh well if it cant rhyme just tell me ill put a different one..here it is

I'll Try Not to Cry
By: David Marshall

Im swollen,
I cant breath,
nor can I live on.

Im taken back to a
place where my
comprehension on life
is deluded by deception
and mistrust.

Im fooled with the lies
and assumptions brought
forth to me.

Im mistreated by the
ungrateful, selfish people
who cant begin to
understand how another
person can possibly feel.

Im emotionally thrashed
by the claws of greed.
Heart broken and shattered like a
unique vase that can never
be replaced.

Although I chose this path.
I do not know what to regret.

Should I regret letting you go?
Or should I regret ever letting
my feelings grow for you
to begin with?

Either way my life was doomed to despair and sorrow.
Its just something I was
obviously born to experience.

The next time I wake up,
Ill try not to cry.

Xx Dirty Deed xX

The cold wind howls through the streets
A haunting sound as the dark sky weeps
She lies alone in a small alley way
In a puddle of tears as she waits for the day

Curled up in a ball, her knees to her chest
Why did it happen to her? She can only guess
She was walking home after visiting a friend
It wasn't even late, it was just past ten

When out of the gloom, he suddenly appeared
"Where are off to so late little girl?" he leered
'Don't talk to strangers' is what she had learned
She carried on walking as her stomach churned

But he reached out. Grabbed her. Stifled her screams
Resisting her struggles till she ran out of steam
Pulled her into the alley way, he'd caught his prey
Now it was the time to have his wicked way

He pushed her down on the floor ignoring her pleas
And silenced her quickly with some expertise
She lay there voiceless, the tears rolling down
Afraid he would kill her if she made a sound

He did the unspeakable and then gave a grin
"Not bad darling." He tickled her chin
Then he got dressed and just left her there
So she started to cry with fear and despair

She doesn't know why, he did what he did
Why did he pick her, she was only a kid
Stripped of her innocence because of his greed
No longer a child, because of his dirty deed ©

*Gem*

~Dwindling Away~
By Melissa

I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity

Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone

Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed
our bodies to become
another pair of hollow shadows
that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying

(at-least I do)

Except The Ashes
by ~Princess Disaster [♥]

Tattered clothes, just a size too big or small
Families torn apart and into the pits, they fall
Concentration camps packed to the max
Paying with their lives is the tax

Large families reduced to just one
The mind going numb as thoughts come undone
Wondering and asking, “Why me?”
Begging…praying…“Let me be!”

Forced to work on jobs too hard
Living their lives in a cage that is barred
The frail bodies, always falling down
The SS constantly patrolling around

Wanting such a normal life, but it’s reduced to this
Desiring the family that they’re forced to miss
Desiring their life with many friends
Wishing that this horror would end

Struggling behind orders that should’ve never been spoken
The SS beating down on the lost and the broken
Wandering around aimlessly, no longer able to cry
Hoping and praying, and always asking “Why?”

Praying for the day when freedom would reign
A chance for a new life without the pain
Hoping for a day when they can finally cry
Wishing for a day when they can no longer ask why

Knowing somewhere, somehow, there’s a way
They still have a voice, even if they have nothing to say
Silenced by the terror of all that they have seen
Wishing that this living Hell was only just a dream

Walking there now, the silence, it screams
Hiding in the shadows are the things left unseen
Go into the museum and look past the glasses
Everything that remained, Except The Ashes

♥Ciao

Humf...I have quite a few. Hopefully this will do.

Looney Toon

Feeling a little out of place
Tell me this cannot be
In the mirror there is a face
Looking back at me

Emptiness cuts through my veins
Tears blur my vision
Swerving between traffic lanes
Praying for a fatal collision

Another image cast in my eyes
Another imagined breath
My brain convinces me of lies
Schizophrenic until death

'Looney toon,' they call me
'Crazy as they come'
Laughing at my insanity
As if craziness makes me dumb

I hear the words they mumble
Along with the ones in my head
Some things make me crumble
But their words make me feel dead

Can it be explict?

I have a poem that describes how it is to live on Detroit streets and I dunno, just wondering.

"A tale of a schizofrenic girl"

A dark room full of unknown shadows,
broken glass lying on the floor.
There she sat all alone,
locked away behind a door.

Pain that poars through her veins,
as the tears run down her face.
Abandoned she sits in the cold,
with the wind as her only embrace.

The darkness lies around her,
and the shadows wisper near.
They talk to her in a kind voice,
"Don't worry, feel no fear."

She wish they would just go away,
leave, and never return.
Because of voices, she caused them pain,
With a heart in flames, that burn.

How she could hurt the ones she love?
The shadows say she's to blame.
"Now that you did everything wrong,
nothing will be the same."

She wants to scream, she wants to shout,
but her voice has flown away.
She raises up, and opens her mouth,
but she have no words to say.

"It is no use, you will obey,
Don't fight no more, don't fight."
The shadows come closer and closer now,
And the wind houls in the night.

"You know what you have to do,
you know it's the only way.
Do you want to live like this?
With darkness in every day?"

She wants to run, but her feet won't listen,
and they make her turn around.
She walks towards the broken window.
And looks down to the ground.

Her lips form a single word,
"No," is what she says.
The sound isn't hearable,
and all she hears is "Yes"

She feels the darkness come around her,
the tears run down her cheek.
She thought she could handle it, all alone,
but she was way to weak.

The shadows push her out the window,
and for a second, she swore she could fly.
Another word comes to her head,
the final word "Goodbye."

POEM Title: I Never Will Forget You

POEM:
My head lays on my pillow
the room is dark and damp
(-- if I could only see your face
though I know that I can't)

I try to close my eyes and srleep
but your face haunts my dreams
(I feel like I’ve been torn apart...
I’m broken at the seams)

I toss and turn; I’m restless
I know I will not sleep
(I know that I still think of you
do you still think of me?)

my eyes now face the darkness
the demon's haunting our lives
(it seems we had it all and more
why did you leave me; why?)

it seems the clock ticks slowly
and yet our love went by so fast
(where did I go wrong in this
to make this love not last?)

I sit up smooth, but slowly
I grip my sheets in my bare hands
(why did you have to leave me here?
I cannot understand...)

it seems the night is quiet
as I stand by my dark window
(you left with not a word to say
why did you have to go?)

the crickets dance like autumn
the night is lit like June
(I’m waiting for you to return;
are you returning soon?)

laying on my bed once more
I stare blankly ahead
(was this all you or was it me?
is our love truly dead?)

I feel like such an empty pleasure
like I could scream aloud this night
(was I just living in a dream?
was nothing really right?)

I watch the seconds pass me by
the silence fills my heart
(you know that I am fragile;
do you know I’m torn apart?)

a tear slides down my ghostly face
and falls onto my sheets
(were you just playing with my head
did you truly love me?)

I close my eyes so gently
as if I am afraid I’ll break
(how did we lose the love we had?
was all the love a fake?)

the questions lull me into sleep
a sleep filled with your face
(I thought that I had melt your heart
which no one could replace?)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wake up to a quiet morning
the world is still the same
(you were the best that I had
and now I’m stuck with pain...)

my routine passes quickly by
not consciously awake
(it seems you are the only one
is all this a mistake?)

I feel like going back to bed
but your laugh lingers there
(you said that you would never leave
you said you'd always care)

my breakfast has no taste at all
the news is nothing new
(do you know that I’m hurting now
-- it's all because of you...)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

driving down a busy street
I skim the crowd for you
(you never even said goodbye
-- there's nothing I can do)

I take a turn off of my route
so that I’ll pass your house
(it seems that you were just a cat
-- was I the stupid mouse?)

the numbers pass and yours is near
I speed up just a bit
(you must've known the plan so well
before you got into it...)

and impulse makes me turn abrupt
and I am at your home
(I never thought you'd leave me
-- why'd you leave me all alone?)

I noticed while I parked my car
that five cars sat as well
(did you even try to catch me
do you know I fell?)

with hesitation, I pull through
I walk right to your door
(could have told me what was wrong
do you love me no more?)

I ring the bell and wait for you
it seems I wait so long
(why did you never call me
what ON EARTH did I do wrong???)

the door opens so slowly
I hold my breath in deep
(did you ever even care?
was this make-believe?)

it isn't you who answers
but a woman with tears in her eyes
(were there things that I didn't know?
are there things you still hide?)

I ask to speak with you to her
but sadly she says no
(where'd you disappear to?
why'd you even have to go?)

I scrunch my face and ask her why
-- her answer breaks my heart
(did you ever care for me
you must've meant to break my heart...)

"I'm sorry, he has passed away,
He's been dead for a week..."
(was it true, was it all love?
was death why you left me?)

"...His wake and funeral have passed
his grave's a town away"
(will I never see your face?
not another word you'll say?)

"Did you know him well?" She asks
I nod as tears fall down my face
(you always loved me... you always will
no one will EVER take your place...)

"I was his boyfriend
I've been torn apart
I thought he had left me
-- thought he'd broken my heart..."

She replied, "I know I shouldn't tell you
but I feel that I must
and if I tell you this little secret
will you betray my trust?"

I answered, "Oh, no, I never would do that
trust me with all your heart
I am better now, now that I know
he didn't mean to tear me apart..."

"Dear, he died alone.
-- His death was by suicide
he told no one about his plans
but suddenly took his own life."

I break down crying
the woman kneels down
(why did you do this?
-- I'd have helped you out!?)

with tears flowing down
the woman asks me my name
(without you, my love,
life will not be the same.)

"Stephen, my name is Stephen
I suppose you are his mother?"
(my soul has been broken badly
you'll be replaced by no other.)

"No, I am his aunt,
his mother's dead too
and if you're really Stephen
then he wrote this letter for you..."

I look at the manila envelope
unopened and so smooth...
(Oh, what is inside this death note
-- what have I made you do?)

I opened the letter
so delicate; so scared
(Oh! What have you written?
Just what is in there?)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Stephen,

By now you must have noticed my absence from your life and that I am no longer among the living. You must have noticed that and thought that I had abandoned you, more now than ever since you are aware that I am never coming back. There is no definite reason for my departure from this world. I hope that you will not have it stuck in your head that it is because of you that I have killed myself. I hope that you are aware that it is not. I would like to tell you something: I have been addicted to many forms of self-mutilation for some time. I have not participated in activities that lack clothes or any activity that reveals skin, in fear that you or someone else, mostly you, would see or notice my scars and think less of me. It seems as if I am not good enough for you or anyone. That I will have no future, that I will never be able to take my shirt off without being self-conscious or reminded of my horrid past, or even present. I just can't... couldn't take it anymore. You seem so perfect... perfect life, perfect friends... it hurts... me being so flawed. I wonder what you saw in me, and if you were just playing games with my head. It drove me crazy. I know you must think it odd, but... there is so much pain coursing through my soul as I write this, I believe I will be at rest in the next life, or wherever death takes me. You may or may not forgive me, and you probably don't understand my reasoning... and most likely never will.
I would like you to have a picture of me, and I hope that you won't rip it up, I hope that you will never let me go, and I hope you will not hate me. Please, do not cry for me so that I can die in peace knowing I did not break your heart or I did not make you choose the same fate as I, myself, did. I hope that everything is and will be okay, and I hope that you will remember all of the good times that the two of us shared, and don't think of my life just by my suicide.

P.S.- Please do not visit my grave. I do not want you to cry for me, and if you visit my grave, I am sure that you will cry.

I guess now It's time to
test my quote:
"All my love; 'til
death then in the ground."

Love,
*****

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I broke into tears as I read the death letter
I knew that it made nothing deep inside better
he was gone, and I knew that he'd never return
no matter how hard I may wish or I’d yearn.

and inside the smooth envelope
he left a lonely picture
his smiling face and his vibrant, blue eyes
(The Boy Who Took his Perfect Life)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I never will forget you
I want to make sure THAT you know
all my love 'till in the ground
(I'll never let you go...)

LINK:
http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/sad/poems.php?id=779528

all along

You’ve hurt this losing all compassion
And I desperately want to go back to those days
When we’d lie in each others arms
Or when we’d go away to stray
But it is over all we had
Everything showed me you said
The words that were not to be spoken
The words that were meant to be chokin’
Because both of us were solitary
You made me feel this unison
Unbelief about what went wrong
Fills up my eyes every day
This is not my life, it’s not okay
How can I go on like this?
How can I live happily when I miss
When I miss everything I want
When I notice nothing everything black
I can’t live this way
I can’t dream this way
How does anyone expect me to?!
Should I go, or should I stay
Should I say everything I want to say
To show how much I hate this life?
You are somewhere with someone
And it isn’t me
I think I should show you what you’re missing
It’ll be something drastic
You’ll see..

x Tine Delien

ok :)

Stephen i think your poem is the longest i have ever read... o.o

Marry me, Your Dead Bride

Find me in the bushes
Far off to the east
Behind a little altar
cast inside a church

Once upon a day
A girl was wearing white
with soft petals on her head
Searching through the night

Searching for the lost
Searching for her soul
Searching through her dreams
Where you left her all alone

She was still wearing
The ruby crested ring
She was still seeing
those tower bells swing

Her adoration true
as were her love to you
She already took the step
It was you who backed through

A thousand eyes watched
In silence they waited
He winced at the words
Before he destroyed fate

You never said good-bye
You never explained why
You said no and ran away
While here I sleep to die

Find me in the bushes
Far off to the east
Behind a little altar
Quilted with my veins

Under Your Spell

It's 3 in the morning but you're still on my mind,
The tears blur the darkness, making me blind.
I can't pretend I don't miss you, because it'd be a lie,
Even though it's over, I can't just say goodbye

If there's one memory I don't want to lose,
It's the feeling that I had when I was with you.
Everything before you had no meaning,
But now I realize it was you I was missing.

Though no one can decide who it is we dream of,
The person of whom I dream is the one I love.
You mean so much to me, but you're fading away,
I'll give up everything to just have you one more day.

All I can do now is just lay around in bed,
So many memories keep replaying in my head.
I remember what it felt like to be in your arms,
You took my heart with your kindness and charms.

I just keep falling harder and harder each time,
Though we're apart, can't get you outta my mind
Life without you has just been a living hell,
Baby, can't you see? You got me under your spell.

My door is always open, if you don't want to move on,
Sometimes you don't know what you got until it's gone.
But I don't want to be without you, so I'll be waiting,
If only I could go back in time, I could've saved this aching.

Don't want no one else, but don't want to be alone,
I'm falling apart at the seams, apart bone by bone.
The only one I want to be with anymore is you,
I try to move on, but you crawl into everything I do.

I think of you for hours on end, as I lie in bed awake.
I know why you ended us, I'm more then you could take.
I know being with me wasn't easy, but I tried,
I know I was wrong, shouldn't have kept it all inside.

Though I can't feel a thing, you can find much then me,
I'll always remember you, but it's time you be free.
I guess that some things are just not meant to be.
Because the truth is, you're so much better then me...

~*Who Cares?*~
hope its ok:)

Untitled*
By Natalie

Had a bad day
Sitting against the wall
Thud thud thud

Had a bad week
Squeeze the steel in my grip
Open hand
Drip drip drip

Had a bad month
Draw the blade across my wrists
Ow ow ow

Had a bad year
Red marks on my neck
Bleeding wrists
Broken ankle

Had a bad day
Voices in my head
Screaming at me
Shut up shut up shut up

Had a bad week
Give in to the voices
Walk along the pavement
Across the road
Screeeeeeech thud

Oxy Cotton - [Teenager Dead]
by TheWorldFell&UWerentThere

Oxy Cotton - [Teenager Dead]

I hear my heart beat faster,
I can feel it inside my chest,
Trying so hard to be let free,
From all this pain,
My rescue came, my sweet, sweet Oxy Cotton.

My doctor doesn't know,
Please don't tell him,
I hate to lie,
But I need to have some escape.

Oxy Cotton is my hero,
The one I love to death,
I cannot be alone,
I cannot leave the bottle at the bedside.

I go to school,
Keeping my purse, oh so close,
I cannot let this secret,
Ruin this addiction for me.

A bottle of Oxy Cotton,
A few syringes is what I have,
No pencils, no book,
To replace my precious Oxy Cotton.

I know it's gotten pretty bad,
When I crave it so bad,
I need to go to the bathroom,
To shoot it up my covered arms.

I like to stay hidden,
Keep my eyes from letting everyone else,
To keep them from looking in my eyes,
And knowing I'm so addicted.

I just gotta keep popping them every hour
And I'll be alright
Got to keep this higness up
Day and night.

I steal from people,
To keep this going,
I seriously try to stop,
But it's so hard to.

But today something happens,
I get so mad for no reason,
I ask to use the bathroom,
And shoot it up my arm.

It's starting to get dark,
I can hear people's voices,
They're screaming and crying for me to not go,
Then it all fades out.

I hear my heart beat slowly,
I can feel it faintly inside my chest,
Finally letting myself free,
From all this pain
My rescue came, my sweet, sweet Oxy Cotton.

Erase My Life As You Erase My Pain

Sometimes i feel like i can erase
All the things that i learned
All the things that i lived
And i wish i had a pencil
To draw my life again

As i draw a picture
A picture of sadness
What colors are included in?
What shapes you see?

A love maybe,a heart in black
That heart won't stop to ache
Nothing in my childhood
Nothing in my past
Can erase this disappointment
Can erase this shadow black

Looking at my window
All colors faded black
Not any of my parents
Not any of my friends
Can make my life bearable
Can make white that black

can we enter two? if not can i change my entry?

xxLauren

In A Pool Of Blood

My heart is empty,
my soul is lost.
my spirit is gone,
and my love now cost.
my heart is numb,
i no longer feel pain.
your lies and distrust have driven me insane.
i no longer have what you called love,
you left me here to drown in a pool of blood.
feeling pain is never nice,
but i cant help but scream with every slice.
across my face and across my wrist,
the tears pour out as i make a fist.
i dont want this anymore,if this is love,
because you left me to drown in a pool of blood.
i stop with the slicing,now its a stab,
straight through the heart as i think of bad memories i've had.
i knew you wouldnt care if i died,
so in a pool of blood is where i lie.

the past/present

by P89dc_x19

Don't know what I'm feeling i feel alone and cold for what does this future behold for a young man these days no one can answer these question

but myself i feel the pain it courses through my veins each and every day but i have nothing to say or nothing to show but this isn't another flow

this shit comes from my heart this isn't a start it is an end maybe ill die maybe i will live what does it take what should i give to earn the trust

of the only girl i love sometimes i feel like she doesn't love the same as i do her sometimes i just want to curl up into a ball and ball but i don't

and cant for i have to stand tall and not fall i hold my head up even when I'm fed up i wont let up for i have a future to what is... is an untold story

will i attain glory or will i be left in a shameful story this is the story of my life it has been filled full of strife and if i could i would give my own life

to bring back the loved that have been lost in the heaven when i was just about 7 or maybe it 8 but now I'm filled full of hate and i feel i need a clean slate

but thats the impossible i use to hang with the cats that slang every day and all night and if you messed with them it would start a fight but now i left them out

of my sight and as i went into the night a began a story thats filled full of horrid memories of a drunk mother and no dad but sometimes it makes me glad

because god gave us a reason to be here even its a sad one what makes us weak makes us strong in the end and thats when i look up into the sky filled with stars

i see what makes me happy and that one tear runs down my face i find my peace and then i can go to sleep but in the end i feel like i have lost all hope

and all i hope for is one wish and that is to make it in this world where i can be their for my girl and show her true love for she is a dove and this is our world

she is all i have in this hateful world feels like I'm stuck in a third world hell hole feels like it is just a deep bowl where everyone is trying to get out and find the light

but it isn't in sight so that might turns to dust and the people begin to rust away and away i stray and pray for hope and then i slope and think to myself

it isn't about the cards your dealt it's about how you play them so get out their and show them who are and be that star be the one to make it out of the bowl

till then this is the end my friend until we meet again in a distant future called heaven or hell the only one that can judge that fate is god then i nod and I'm out..

Lament and Loss

He said he loved me today
Just like he always does
So filled with passion and life, even as a ghost
But I, I cannot make the voyage
For I am not the same
And I could not possibly follow
For I am made of more delicate light
Spun on the wheel of the old widow
Who mourns in the house of solitude
As she sings a lullaby of loss
Oh! How I wish I could travel to the lands beyond
Yet remain bound by love and memory
Secretly craving the easy escape
Wishing on every star for passage into heaven
And yet I know one thing I shall be guaranteed
These scars shall be my first class ticket
On that midnight train to hell
I mourn for true love lost
For I shall never see him again
And my last thoughts shall be of him
My last word his name
For I am fading, fading faster
And in my mind one last memory

He said he loved me today.

By Astryd

may I ask something? :$
when will u judge?? :$

x

The mirror

A mirror lies broken on the ground
The mirror parts reflect my face
The breaking noise has fade away with the sound
The shardes divided over space

Looking in a shard, it only reflects one side
Its hard to concentrate on more then one
So i pick them up and stop a useless fight
For this has to be done

Different shardes that fit into each other
Slowly on, the different parts start to reflect one soul
There are not many that bother
To try to make things whole

The mirror is glued and one again
The whole picture can now be seen
When i realize looking at it then
It will never be as it has ever been.

I edited my poem (Ciao) Hope that's okay

Ciao

hello ello.. dus this contest close today for judging?

Helpless

Had ever there been a person,
To care for her child,
Perhaps he would be civilized,
Not so much as wild.

The beatings endured when young,
Are more than the mind could bear,
His scars and bruises remind him,
Of his lonely childhood scare.

A swift punch in the stomach,
And a slap against his cheek,
Finished with a throw twelve steps long,
Takes away his ability to speak.

Blood ran down his forehead,
His body collapses with despair,
He looks up in time to see,
His father coming down the stairs.

The creaking of the steps under his weight,
Warned the boy as he came near,
His eyes crossed when he moved,
His soul filled with indescribable fear.

Pain held his limp body down,
He became sleepy and weak,
A foot softly laid on his back,
His brown eyes begin to leak.

Slowly, his eyes had closed,
Sounds began to dissipate,
Finally, the end was near,
No longer did he have to wait.

Sirens wailed as the boy fell asleep,
Police charged in after the guardian,
They arrest the wolf in sheepâ??s clothing,
And rescue the child of no more than ten.

*This poem was written for my neighbor... who nearly died last week from abuse. I want eveyone to know his story.*

That Truthful Painting

Canvas once white.
Now burned with angry images.
From an deppressed figure.
Who feels alone.
In this Darkness.

The quick strokes,
Which only she can understand.
The blood red colors.
Marks her future,
Fade to Black.

And when she's finished.
It's the most beautiful painting
That shes ever seen.
She knows she's finished.
With Everything.

The blade is picked up.
Pressed against her scarred flesh.
Clean blade,
Now burned crimson.
And she falls to the ground.

The canvas once white,
Now shows an image of,
A beautiful girl lying
Next to a beautiful picture..
Blooded red.

How truthful that painting was.

By Shirley Wu

Forgiven But Not Forgot

Years regress to weeks
weeks are dismembered by days
1095 is roughly the amount it took
for your elegant corpse to decay

Though your memory still haunts me
oh yes, your memory still remains
undying love born in a broken heart
holds your visage prisoner in chains

This fable was your own to mold
At your side and service I would slave
beating hearts will now skip forever
decorating smiles across faces in graves

The battle for truth is long over
though this war still rages on
fighting our very own shadows
where forever has come and gone

Everything that I am
is all I was willing to offer
but in the takings of things for granted
myself was the lamb to your slaughter

so insane you would call me now
sanity isn't something I require
with both hands around your neck
unable to speak your no longer a liar

My love for you was scary
now peanuts to this regret
forgiveness was easily found in your corpse
but I would kill anything to forget

Days progress to weeks
weeks are assembled by years
3 of my longest spent breathing for you
now all I want is to forget you were near

when is this gonna be judged?

it says its closed 4 judging on the 7th of feb.. and thats already been

yeah i know.. i wonder why.. the person holding this contest hasn't been saying anything