This is one I wrote thats kinda sorta for my mom. I know it sucks, but w/e

The smokes drifts across my vision,
saddening, that white puff of poison in the air
From the end of a loved one's death stick,
its made worse

I beg, I plead,
But to no avail.
The death stick continues burning.
Killing.

The ashes in the tray,
they are gray.
They are like your poisoned lungs.
Yet the stick burns.

The smell of the Nicotine is repulsive,
but you inhale it in euphoria
It yellows your fingers,
and dulls your heart to my tears.

The sticks rest in an innocuous container.
A picture of a cheerful looking camel
Inside lies death, misery
Why must you buy such things?

It only hurts me.
I thought you cared
But no, you waste our hard earned money on your own death
No gas for the car, no food on the table.
Just poison in your body.

You poison yourself,
burning a pack of death every day.
You kill me,
the smoke resting in the air.
You laugh it off,
but I can see it in you, the misery.

You see it too.
Yes, you see it too.
So stop. I begged you, please stop.

I like it Maggie!

Here's a small one:

Fall from this ground
Fall from this broken crowd
Over applause you don't rely on.
Unfound happiness
Unfound waves of what we knew
The sea still seems to go on
But the sky will never be the same.

Say farewell to the Sun.

wow, these are amazing! -applauds-

You’re obsessed with money.
Like the mint runs through your every inch.
And what’s worse is that you wish for this.
I know you wish but it’s a sad existence.
I know why you love it cause you have nothing but it.
This is why I must leave.
Cause I have substance.
(This part someone else sings)
I have realness and off shore living.
Someday you will see and hold the sun.
I do not wish to hold the sun in my hands.
If I did I would pawn it and deal with the darkness.

Dude, all the poems on here are so good!

bump.

Because this thread is on the brink of death >.>

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Originally posted by Harlequeen:
bump.

Because this thread is on the brink of death >.>

:'D

We were flowing like foxes.
Feet blistered and legs restless.
Forgetful and ignorant.
We forgive with friends youthful and toxic.
Redemption, there’s nothing more to it.
You’re brand new now.

Spread the ashes from the town under your eyes.
This disaster is the answer to how far a fad can go.
The lights get hot to quick.
Start fires then the neon splits.
_______________________________________
She used to push pennies under the door.
She saw it in a script of a movie scene she was working on.
And I just pretended.
That I didn’t see her friends and the things they said when they thought I was sleeping.
I would hold my breath.
And my sister would get the sickness.
I got the coverage
But never got the credit.

Shadows grow both long and lean
Till light departs below unseen.
As pinks and reds all fade to black
Fair moon's pale light this ground does lack.
The birds fall mute, and stars awake
Another night this land partake.
And though the dawn seems far away,
I know the warmth of sun will stay.
For if we hold our spirits true,
The flame remains in me and you.

the sky is blue
and so am i
there's nothing here
it's time to fly

above the clouds
look down below
i see the people
their awe in echo

"what's that," they cry
no wings they see
that's not an illusion
it's only me

up here i live
my soul in flight
forever free
this just seems right

who was I
to leave this place
this heaven above
this holy space

below is a mess
i've seen all the hate
it saddens me so
see what humans create

instead of respect
they offer disdain
to one another
they cause only pain

if only they'd learn
as we have above
life isn't for hate
to live is to love

sorry, i'll only post a few more. these are just a few of my favorites that i wrote a year ago, or so.


a diamond in the rough

How can you be so beautiful
But never let that beauty shine?
Everyone outside you sees it
But you don't feel that way inside.

Within you you don't sem to believe
All their compliments and praise,
Becuase when they say you're beautiful
The words don't seem to penetrate.

You tell yourself that you're okay -
Nothing special, no beauty queen.
But you don't seem to understand
Exactly what true beauty means.

You think they mean a pretty face
That's not all of it, just half.
They mean the inner beauty
That you just keep holding back.

You hide who you really are
The fact that you've got a good heart.
But you never seem to show it,
Afraid that you don't look the part.

But look within yourself -
Not just at what the mirror shows
And you'll see the beauty they speak of
That everyone else but you knows.

Realise that you're beautiful!
On yourself, don't be so tough
Because until you let that beauty show
You'll be a diamond in the rough.

help!

in africa, kids die of AIDS
it's hot, so many degrees
even in the so rare shades
there's not a moment of ease.
a boy gets bit by tiny fleas
that carry deadly diseases
he falls over, dead in the breeze
one more child death seizes.

people are dying!
children are crying!
starved to death, they scream
but none of it matters to you
caught up in a state of perpetual dream

couldn't care less, no, you don't mind
you might as well just be blind
you're one person, right?
why bother putting up a fight?
mother theresa was one person too
so why doesn't this apply to you?
make a difference, make a change
or please admit - you're too afraid

you make the list and I’ll keep you on it

English is not my first language so please bear with me and feel free to correct my mistakes

Brontophobia.

rainy day thoughts have struck me again
the pleasant sound of each tiny raindrop knocking on the window
is comofortably numbing
andit makes me think of those long autmn nights
when the days were closing in.
drip. splash. drip.
just like that I've let you slip
into my life and out of a world that once made sense...at least to you
drip.drip.drip.
I was trapped, smitten with your charm,
but I guess all those handsome gestures you've picked up
were from books and movies I've once lent to you.

A boisterous wind now joins the rain, letting the clouds roll by even faster.
An image that is inadvertently related to you.
"But don't let him go, just give him a chance to grow" is coming out of the speakers, like kevin cronin himself is demanding me to stand up from the chair and instead of watching the rain falling down, watching you falling down.
I choose the rain.
It has always been better to me than you.

While taking a sip out of my coffee mug I start to shiver and at first I can't make out whether that comes from the wind leaking through the window or the memories of you popping up in my head. But soon I figure, it's you...it always has been and always will be you. Shivering, like when you ran your fingers through my hair, our noses grazing, pulse rate beyond measure and all those other overused terms always mentioned when you hear someone talking about love in movies.

Looking out of my window and seeing how the trees are wailfully creaking I'm getting kind of scared. The same kind like in of those long autumn nights when you've called me a scaredy- cat. But your laugh was so dearly that I couldn't help but join you and even forgot why I was scared to begin with. Thanks to you, gone was the thunderstorm along with the trepidation.

It's slowly getting dark outside just as slowly as you've sometimes been slow in the mind. However I won't worry about that tonight or tomorrow or a year from now for it's been ages that you've slipped out of my life and back into the world that always made sense to you. As to that no one could condemn you, but denounce you for leaving without saying goodbye one can. It was raining on that very day just like it is now, but the clouds weren't moving at all and the wind didn't even dare to blow since it didn't want to mess up the scene. The wind didn't want to take away your job as a mess-maker. See, the weather has always been kinder, more mindful and altruistic than you.

I really like these.