The undone poem...Slowly, steadily. ticking like a clockwondering when my heart will finally stopAs the time is passing and oh its forever lastingMy heart is beating, ticking Ever so slowly dying, and witheringAnd nothing can make it changeThis is something so unfixableSomething unthinkablesomething undesirableThe knife Slowly, moving toward the veinscutting fast, with no painBlood dripping now in to little rivers of redNot one oz. of dreadSlowly, steadily, ticking like a clockDid finally my heart stop(it is not complete yet)
PoemMy thoughts are making fun of meMy heart is bleeding freeThe ground is turning redMy friends think me deadBut I am still hereAnd with no fearThey never caredReally, who said life isn't fair?
Death to dreamthe road were slipperyshe could barely seenot even the lights of the on coming carscause everything seemed so farfar away in her thoughtsshe was lostso she didn't hear the honking of the hornsto tell her she was in dangerthe thing that brought her out of her thoughts was this blinded lightshe has never seen so close beforethan she heard the hornsbut it was all to latethe sound of metal grindingand tires squealingthe final crash that ended it allthan the only sounds she heard was the hissing of hot metaland her moaning of painshe new she was going to diebecause she had this dream beforeso thereforeshe slowly drifts awayblinking her eyes closedstopping the rise and fall of her chestand the beating of her heartbecause she know she'll wake upbut what she don't know is that is was not a dreamthis was the future.
ShadowsThe shadows are playing with my mindThey say I am one of their kindI know them and their evil waysBut I will never strayBecause I am the light that will make a wayThey are the dark that I will chase awayI will help all those who are lostI will do it at no costThey are the criminals that will payand I will sentence them todayTo hell for eternityWhere there is no way outNo matter how loud they shoutThe shadows will be goneand my job will be done
ButterfliesI had butterflies in my stomachAnd they were fluttering aroundEvery time you looked at meI looked at the groundI felt so nervous that I might say something wrongI felt so shy that I be silent for to longYou were so kindEven though I would talk about whatever came to my mindTo be the fool empting her headBecause she was to scaredTo kiss youAnd I so wanted tooWhen you told me how you feltI was bursting at the seamsBecause what you said seemed to be all a dreamI still can believe that you even like meFor I am not all that great I am just little odd meNot many people like me because I am too honestBut I try my hardestTo keep it quietSo I don't start a riotI am who I am and I am glad you are who you areBecause, Hey, we can be Stars!!!!(this is to someone i just meet)James...