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Post by slipknot on Jun 2, 2005 16:41:57 GMT -5
My Friend Amelia inspired me on this poem so I named it after her..it's pretty strange Amelia
Amelia was an innocent, Her heart was void of pains, 'Til her innocence was ravaged By men with sickend brains.
Amelia's all confused now, The word has spread about,, Her world of hearts and flowers Is turning inside out.
Her friends all seem to shun her, Though they say that nothings changed. But it's hard to miss the fact That they're somhow not the same.
The men all whistle at her, And some make snide remarks, For rape has reared its ugly head And left a vivid mark.
So Amelia's all confused now, The word has spread about. And when Amelia slits her wrist The innocence runs out.
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Post by slipknot on Jun 2, 2005 16:47:58 GMT -5
My Brother Randy inspired me with this poem it's okay I guess
Sick broken child in a home where he feels all alone slit ur wrist hope to die jus to leave bhind every lie nuttin left here to say i think ive finally found my way so many designs they look so cool i made them wit my carving tool they dont hurt yet they bleed my hunger for pain iz wat they feed scream and shout for tha pain to cease but it wont come witout that release do it now do it quick do it before u make me sick
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Post by slipknot on Jun 2, 2005 16:50:04 GMT -5
I wrote this when I was in high school I inspired myself with this one it is really just based on feelings and Sh*t
Classroom Suicide
Sitting in a classroom Walls coming in Lights taking energy That I need to begin. They slowly fade and jump. The lights crackle and fall. The class left in darkness As teacher's voice continues to call. Life proceeds in darkness, Nothing is amiss. I'm the only one who notices How much we are adrift. Sitting alone in a corner I stare and say nothing at all. The teacher cannot see me For no one sees me at all. The darkness cloaks my existance The light prevents my growth. I only see darkness around me, And to vanish I am loath. The lesson contines to drag. Students pay no attention at all. They gape at the teacher blankly Waiting for the bell 's last call. The lesson conducted in darkness, Teaches us how to hate. A topic we've studied times before That always keeps us late. The lesson in the classroom Is like all others before. With discrimination and bullying The moment you walk through the door. Crouching at the back of the classroom, No more than a shadow on the wall. Above I see my body hanging limp Suspended after death's fall.
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Post by slipknot on Jun 2, 2005 16:52:30 GMT -5
Depression is my only insperation on this one.
Troubled Individual
Oblique and perceptive Skin whiter than pale. A mind rarely found, But when discovered jailed. An innocent animal crushed, No more than a rat in a cage. Hiding his emotions completely, Blanketed to keep other's rage. A stone cold face, As hard as diamond ice. Eyes wide with frustration Maliciously clicking the dice. Living in twisted shadows, Tightly clutching Russian dreams. In his white scarred arms Meticulously torn to the seems. Dissapointed at the world For spawning nought but hate. Not all become enlightened and He is left to carry the weight. Day by day, dwelling on life, Others oblivious to sorrow. Living life without thought to reason Unfulfilled and forever hollow. He crouches in shadows Seeking sactity in the dark. With realisation comes depression, Always alone with others bark. He has no-one to confide in, Does anyone feel the same? Or is he all alone As he sees the world create more pain? On the surface appearing tainted, Living with melancholly means. Gifted with words and insight, Balancing sanity on the beam. Always inscribing thoughts and perceptions Others are unable to see. Quietly scribbling the horrors around us. Insignificant, to us, as a tree. Misunderstood and brilliant, A beautiful mind contained. Blessed with endless intellect Cursed with knowledge's pain
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Post by slipknot on Jun 2, 2005 16:53:57 GMT -5
Schizophrenia
Secrets I hide. Dreams I am ashamed of. Aspirations I fear Thoughts not sane. Feelings unnatural Run through my veins. Ideas, disturbing. Memories not my own Terrified faces Of what I don't know. Constant pressure Malevolence within. Events missed in person Yet somehow in memory. Emotions derived from unknown events. Hatred to love, No understanding why. Unable to control outbursts Alienated and alone. Others stay away Though less scared than I. My mind turns, Daily against itself Nothing I can do. Live with the torment, No way out. Half of my life lived By another. Another me, Yet different. Cannot understand Cannot comprehend. Another person's means Achieve the same end.
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Post by Enchant on Jun 2, 2005 20:12:55 GMT -5
I dont know how you can say that you didn't think these werent good...OMG they are awesome.... These are very dark....they make me feel, angry and sad at the same time....and to be honest a little scared...they are very raw . The last one is a bit darker I think then the others and a bit scary as well....but I guess that condition would be....these are very well written and very powerful...and they seem to have a theraputic essence or the illusion to them as well....
You told me you were in a band...you ever thought to put some of these to music?
I would like to see what other emotions you put into words as well...nicely done... ;D
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Post by slipknot on Jun 2, 2005 21:28:24 GMT -5
I dont know how you can say that you didn't think these werent good...OMG they are awesome.... These are very dark....they make me feel, angry and sad at the same time....and to be honest a little scared...they are very raw . The last one is a bit darker I think then the others and a bit scary as well....but I guess that condition would be....these are very well written and very powerful...and they seem to have a theraputic essence or the illusion to them as well.... You told me you were in a band...you ever thought to put some of these to music? I would like to see what other emotions you put into words as well...nicely done... ;D Well Thanks they are pretty deep and dark but I most of these in Highschool, I was very depressed the year I wrote these poems because my dad had ran out on my family that year..... I found them when going through a stack of papers last year. And I have accomplished making them Songs Most Emotions that I put into words are depressing and raw but I'll try to find my book of poems and post some more.
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Post by Enchant on Jun 6, 2005 11:37:33 GMT -5
I look forward to reading them...... ;D
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