Poetry
This is a collection of my poetry. I only write when I am depressed, sad, or suicidal. Expect frequent Changes =P (hehhehe)
Lonely
No Phone calls to answer
No E-mails to stall
When your friends all are busy
theres no-one to call
No functions to go to
no people to see
I wish I werent boring
As borning can be
No School to get ready for
No Summer to spend
I cant even go
and hang with my friends
Im lonely as can be
and will be so for longer
Companionship I wish for
and for that I hunger
Friendz
She's Not mine, I'm sad to say
She's not mine, Though the games I played
I tried to love her, with all my heart
But she say us as friends, right from the start
I see how she gives out hugz and ki$$'s
And know she'd have made a very fine miss's
I see her go out, with other people
I see her go up, to the Steeple
I sit in the crowd, her bestest friend
I sit in the crowd until the end
When it is over, she kiss's my cheek
and I pray she see's not, the tears that streak
I watch her go, I won't see her again
I watch her go, my very best friend
And I stand there crying over Unrequitted Love
My heart shattered like a slain White Dove
One Life
We walked the streets, going home at night
We walked the streets, not a soul in sight
We didn't here him come, or push down my honey
We didn't here him come, til he said "hand me your money"
I turned around, expecting to see a face
But I was struck down, as If by a mace
So as my hands fly to my head, to stop the flood
that runs down my face, My Crainial Blood
I can't help but wonder, "why today we met"?
I can't help but wonder, what will happen to my Juliet
I saw (as she fell), a look of surprise
She saw (as she fell), someone she recognized
And now I do to, and speak with dead lips
the name of a friend, and I utter it "chris?"
He laughs and raises his hands, a pipe held up high
and smash's my face in, like a rotton cream pie
Put I rise from the dead, I will not die
he sees me now, and away he flies
And I cradle her body, she is not dead yet
I have to wonder, why today we just met
An Ambulence comes, and the work all the night
hoping that the wrong, they can now right
But now she is dieing, and she will not live
and I regret that I have, but one life to live.
Mostly Assorted Poetry
I am the Man you see on the street
I beg on the ground I beg at yrou feet
I once was liek you wealthy and rich
I had it all, and a talented bitch
We made love all night and I worked all day
I was a lawyer and I defended the gay
But One night I was drinking, yes I drank too far
I got in my vehicle, my beutiful sports car
We drove for a while and all was goign well
Until That truck hit me and my life went to hell
I lost my job and all my former bitches
I lost it all along with the riches
I lost my life through capitolist might
It was all lost and I was released to the night
I stumbled around and I coudl not see
and now here you are, I stumbled into thee
So please now as you look down at me
And wonder what it is that you see
know now tha as the Sheep is to the Ewe
I was once thee..I was once like you
NO ONE CARES IF I DIE
I thought once as I stared at the blade
of all the things I had done, mistakes i had made
I coudl right them right now while on hash
With a Simple cut gash or slash
I woudl not feel a thing as I bled to death
I woudl not feel thanks to Crystal Meth
a flick of the wrist and the buds away
a turn of the head, the calendar says may
a month that ment so much and now says nothing
a month that ment so much, is now the day of reckoning
a slow look aroudn the room tells all
a slow look around before I fall
I raise the Knife above my head
and prepare the blow that will make me dead
The Knife comes down and I aim for the wrist
the knife slashed down but now it missed
her hand stopped the blow and her eyes tell all
she loves me too much too much too let my body fall
She taked the blade and throws it away
it hits the calendar, right wher it says
her hands tough my head and see that I am well
her lips touch my lips and my heart does swell
if there is a god and he gave this world the dove
then he know that life is worth living, when you havig one to love
*The Female of the Species*
Long legged and wild haired,
carries in them the Will of a Warrior
and the soul of a fairy.
Deep Eyes that could suck you in,
and arms to make you swoon in them.
You want to be with one forever, but
they move like the wind.
To Catch one takes cunning and opertunity,
it takes a kind and loving heart. To be with
one takes more than you can give yet we somehow
manage to give them all of us and more.
And If they leave we will be sad,
perhaps we will die?
But in the End we move on to try and catch another,
to be with another and live again.
For those that catch and managed to bind
this the most wonderful thing to you..
you are the lucky ones. For a promise from
The Female of the species is one kept for good
Dreams, wishes and holiday kisses
people he knows and people he misses
Hoping and trying
failing and crying
Falling in darkness and stubbing your toe
you scrounge on the ground search for it low
love is fleeting
so was the meeting
Now all is lost and I live in the dark
love of my life too..Twas hit on the mark