I have been writing poetry since the seventh grade and it is evident in the completely awful and embarrassing poems that I Have in my collection. However, I have grown since then and now, all the poems worth reading are featured or newly added...the ones that are obviously extremely immature...those are from middle school and early high school and even from senior year. I couldn't make a new account so I have to keep them both together. However, now you can view my progress over the last decade :) |
One late night last year in May;
May the twenty-third...
She stood and looked down at the sea
Decision made in count of three...
There in the back deep depths of my mind
Lies a woodpecker tapping...
Get out of my heart; get out of my brain
I need you to leave me...
Though I may be young
and innocent in self...
Tortured Soul
I’m weighed down by a tortured soul...
Frozen and wide-eyed, I stare down the hole.
Part of me wanting to fall...
She grasped the edge and pulled on up
her fingers bloody stained...
Set aside a rose for me
upon the dusty shelf...
You enigma and fake,
you're breaking my heart...
Life is Ironic. |
Life is both terrible and beautiful. Live for those beautiful moments and be fervent and strong through those times which are terrible for they are innevitable. |
To us... |