Post by tc on Jun 5, 2007 23:16:40 GMT -5
Name: Tc
Age: 16
Experience: 6 years
How’d you find us?: I can't remember but I did ^_^
What do you think of the site?: Really nice It has alot of potenial
Do you think we should make changes?: Not that I can see.
Ten examples of your best quotes:
-Just walk away slowly...or run thats good too...
- Numbers and letters should never mix
- I will be like the Energizer Bunny. I will keep going and going and going
- Love me for who I am not for what I do
- Its not what you say its how you say it
- Get a life. I'll get one too while your gone
- I forgive but never for get
- Morbid is a word decribing personality in a person not gothic
-Shut up no one likes you.
-*sighs* hopless....
Ten examples of your best poems:
Feelings
I feel scared and confused, let down and abused,
This eternal search to find a light,
Screaming out in a soundless night,
I feel used and lost, ashamed and immuned,
yelling out to someone other then,
any of you,
I hit the floor,
now sorry for the wall I tore,
Determined to find the truth,
that you have full-proofed,
Wanting a change,
to not be held in a world so deranged,
to let go of a tear while holding on to something dear,
to be understood,
wishing for something so good,
wanting to be held tight,
to know that everthing in my life will be alright.
I'm There
When I talk to you,
Acually get to know you,
To me your just all I ever needed,
I'm forgeting all I ever heeded,
Trusting that you would never lie,
And I understand why you always hide,
What you really feel inside.
But with me I hope you don't hold back,
becuase i'm here for you and thats a fact,
Believe what you want,
Heed what you want,
But all I want to give you is the truth.
Left Unanswered
Maybe it's just lust I'm feeling,
This truth that i try peeling,
I'm not at all sure what this is,
If I gave my heart, would it be his?
All these questions left to answer,
Growing inside me like a
deadly cancer,
I'm afriad to let you get to me,
This pain I would feel if you left me be.
But if you truly love me like you say,
Then maybe it would be better off that way.
Dark and Alone
Here I sit alone in the dark again,
Hugging my knees imaging its you that I can hold on to,
But in reality your not even near me,
Nor will you ever be,
I wouldn't have to cry,
I would know you were near by,
The people I see everyday,
Don't realize,
What you see anyway,
I wish you were here with me,
So I wouldn't have to hug my knees.
Lonelness
I sit in the dark alone, as cold and as stiff as a stone.
Waiting for that special one, or wait for that sniper gun.
All I want is a hug from someone i love, or to choke me to death, a hand with a glove.
I'm alone, in the dark alley, Someones calling me, "Sally Sally"
I stop to listen, run towards the vocie that echos down the walls, below me stone falls.
I'm alone, waiting for you.
Virgin Mary
Here she is the Virgin Mary,
Skipping down the street with books to carry.
Here she is sitting quietly,
Her pencil scratchs the paper wildly,
When school is done,
She's ready for fun,
"Come here Boys,
lets' make some noise!"
Here she is the French hore,
The books she carries are no more,
All she is smoking blunts,
Alcohal is all she wants,
When fun is done,
There is none,
So here she wastes her life away,
Partying all night and day,
She will not give, but will take,
Because old habits are hard to break,
Here she is still getting high,
all she wants now is to die,
Now she sits regreting what she started.
Here she is Mary the Retarded.
Now
She lives a deprived life now,
No one believes what she has to say now,
All she has to live on are her thoughts now,
She's smart and ugly on the inside,
How?
Because she has nothing but her thoughts now,
That's why she lays here writing poetry,
because to everyone she's a mystery,
she wishes to be gone and history,
because to herself she's a mystery,
She's a straight A student and a beauty queen,
There isn't anything she hasn't seen,
On the inside she's cruel and mean,
Because she's just another troubled teen,
Every night she prays, "Save me",
but God doesn't listen and leaves her be,
She over doses everyday, wishing to be gone and sailed away,
Her mother things she's on drugs, Is she?
Maybe.
Her Dad thinks she become a nobody, Will she?
Maybe.
She smokes and drinks her troubles away,
Hoping that someday everything will be ok,
Does she regret the things she does?
Yes, Because,
Now she's stuck in a rut, no one will help her out but,
If she dies, she will relize that everyone did try,
They tried to understand,
They tried to help her out,
She was just to self consious to figure it out
It's to late now,
She's dead and buried in the ground,
Living in the hell she always and never wished for,
Now wishing she could have done something more.
Truth
I never wanted to make you love me
But I feel thats what I did
I should have just left it be
And never said what I did
Now you spend your life dazed
Not know how you really feel
Not knowing what to say
Not knowing how to deal
If you play your cards right
Ill be out of your life
Just say the word and Ill stay out of sight
Dont feel bad for what you did
I know it wasnt right
For us to be together
For us to hold each other tight
Our love was never meant to be
Im sorry
I wish you would stop loving me
Knife Knife (Rewritten)
She sits on the green slide
Watching as the kids pass her by
They deny her because of how she looks
How she walked down the hall reading her books
They treat her like a disease
Her last name they love to tease
The people that talk to her
Are the people that break her
Her dreams are not what they used to be
She feels like a nobody
So she takes the knife and cuts her wrists
Leaving her body in a bloody mist
Knife Knife she prays to thee
Let everyone see what shes come to be
Shes done with trying
Knife Knife let her bleed on the sheets
And let them know shes dieing
For bonus here are some random morbid poems. one night that I wrote to my dad because I had alot of energy and no internet.
Poetic Engish Poem that might be the next shakespear only I call myself:
Saraspear play I
Dad,
How could you do this to me.
Left me alone to watch the dogs pee.
No one to talk to
Nothing to do.
You want me here to spend time with you.
I think I might sue.
It's all your fault that I'm angry
And I might be a little hungry
Dad
How could you leave me to watch the dogs pee.
Saraspear Play II
I'm writing about your negitivity against me.
Glaring at you while you read.
It's all because you left me alone as the dogs peed.
This is no laughing matter
It just makes me sadder
as you read and smoke your deadly cigerette
I hope your goals are met.
as you leave me writing poetry
and drowning in th sea?
of your selfishness.
Age: 16
Experience: 6 years
How’d you find us?: I can't remember but I did ^_^
What do you think of the site?: Really nice It has alot of potenial
Do you think we should make changes?: Not that I can see.
Ten examples of your best quotes:
-Just walk away slowly...or run thats good too...
- Numbers and letters should never mix
- I will be like the Energizer Bunny. I will keep going and going and going
- Love me for who I am not for what I do
- Its not what you say its how you say it
- Get a life. I'll get one too while your gone
- I forgive but never for get
- Morbid is a word decribing personality in a person not gothic
-Shut up no one likes you.
-*sighs* hopless....
Ten examples of your best poems:
Feelings
I feel scared and confused, let down and abused,
This eternal search to find a light,
Screaming out in a soundless night,
I feel used and lost, ashamed and immuned,
yelling out to someone other then,
any of you,
I hit the floor,
now sorry for the wall I tore,
Determined to find the truth,
that you have full-proofed,
Wanting a change,
to not be held in a world so deranged,
to let go of a tear while holding on to something dear,
to be understood,
wishing for something so good,
wanting to be held tight,
to know that everthing in my life will be alright.
I'm There
When I talk to you,
Acually get to know you,
To me your just all I ever needed,
I'm forgeting all I ever heeded,
Trusting that you would never lie,
And I understand why you always hide,
What you really feel inside.
But with me I hope you don't hold back,
becuase i'm here for you and thats a fact,
Believe what you want,
Heed what you want,
But all I want to give you is the truth.
Left Unanswered
Maybe it's just lust I'm feeling,
This truth that i try peeling,
I'm not at all sure what this is,
If I gave my heart, would it be his?
All these questions left to answer,
Growing inside me like a
deadly cancer,
I'm afriad to let you get to me,
This pain I would feel if you left me be.
But if you truly love me like you say,
Then maybe it would be better off that way.
Dark and Alone
Here I sit alone in the dark again,
Hugging my knees imaging its you that I can hold on to,
But in reality your not even near me,
Nor will you ever be,
I wouldn't have to cry,
I would know you were near by,
The people I see everyday,
Don't realize,
What you see anyway,
I wish you were here with me,
So I wouldn't have to hug my knees.
Lonelness
I sit in the dark alone, as cold and as stiff as a stone.
Waiting for that special one, or wait for that sniper gun.
All I want is a hug from someone i love, or to choke me to death, a hand with a glove.
I'm alone, in the dark alley, Someones calling me, "Sally Sally"
I stop to listen, run towards the vocie that echos down the walls, below me stone falls.
I'm alone, waiting for you.
Virgin Mary
Here she is the Virgin Mary,
Skipping down the street with books to carry.
Here she is sitting quietly,
Her pencil scratchs the paper wildly,
When school is done,
She's ready for fun,
"Come here Boys,
lets' make some noise!"
Here she is the French hore,
The books she carries are no more,
All she is smoking blunts,
Alcohal is all she wants,
When fun is done,
There is none,
So here she wastes her life away,
Partying all night and day,
She will not give, but will take,
Because old habits are hard to break,
Here she is still getting high,
all she wants now is to die,
Now she sits regreting what she started.
Here she is Mary the Retarded.
Now
She lives a deprived life now,
No one believes what she has to say now,
All she has to live on are her thoughts now,
She's smart and ugly on the inside,
How?
Because she has nothing but her thoughts now,
That's why she lays here writing poetry,
because to everyone she's a mystery,
she wishes to be gone and history,
because to herself she's a mystery,
She's a straight A student and a beauty queen,
There isn't anything she hasn't seen,
On the inside she's cruel and mean,
Because she's just another troubled teen,
Every night she prays, "Save me",
but God doesn't listen and leaves her be,
She over doses everyday, wishing to be gone and sailed away,
Her mother things she's on drugs, Is she?
Maybe.
Her Dad thinks she become a nobody, Will she?
Maybe.
She smokes and drinks her troubles away,
Hoping that someday everything will be ok,
Does she regret the things she does?
Yes, Because,
Now she's stuck in a rut, no one will help her out but,
If she dies, she will relize that everyone did try,
They tried to understand,
They tried to help her out,
She was just to self consious to figure it out
It's to late now,
She's dead and buried in the ground,
Living in the hell she always and never wished for,
Now wishing she could have done something more.
Truth
I never wanted to make you love me
But I feel thats what I did
I should have just left it be
And never said what I did
Now you spend your life dazed
Not know how you really feel
Not knowing what to say
Not knowing how to deal
If you play your cards right
Ill be out of your life
Just say the word and Ill stay out of sight
Dont feel bad for what you did
I know it wasnt right
For us to be together
For us to hold each other tight
Our love was never meant to be
Im sorry
I wish you would stop loving me
Knife Knife (Rewritten)
She sits on the green slide
Watching as the kids pass her by
They deny her because of how she looks
How she walked down the hall reading her books
They treat her like a disease
Her last name they love to tease
The people that talk to her
Are the people that break her
Her dreams are not what they used to be
She feels like a nobody
So she takes the knife and cuts her wrists
Leaving her body in a bloody mist
Knife Knife she prays to thee
Let everyone see what shes come to be
Shes done with trying
Knife Knife let her bleed on the sheets
And let them know shes dieing
For bonus here are some random morbid poems. one night that I wrote to my dad because I had alot of energy and no internet.
Poetic Engish Poem that might be the next shakespear only I call myself:
Saraspear play I
Dad,
How could you do this to me.
Left me alone to watch the dogs pee.
No one to talk to
Nothing to do.
You want me here to spend time with you.
I think I might sue.
It's all your fault that I'm angry
And I might be a little hungry
Dad
How could you leave me to watch the dogs pee.
Saraspear Play II
I'm writing about your negitivity against me.
Glaring at you while you read.
It's all because you left me alone as the dogs peed.
This is no laughing matter
It just makes me sadder
as you read and smoke your deadly cigerette
I hope your goals are met.
as you leave me writing poetry
and drowning in th sea?
of your selfishness.