random poems

Poetry is poetry whether it depicts a sad and soul wrenching theme, or if it sends someone to universe that they feel happy in. However, i still feel the same way i do about rhyming, but if that what helps you get it out, then you have every right as a writter and artist to use rhymes.

Looking back at everything i have written, i was a troubled girl who was saved by pen and paper, friends and even the art of others. I greatly advise anyone to start writting, drawing, singing, playing sports, anything to keep you happy and steer you away from suicide. You do matter whether you know that upfront or not.

Created By bluhart

new poems!

ok im soon guna have new poemz up but i only have one wid me rite now that i wrote 2day bkuz i left my notebook in harlem bkuz i 4got to pack it but ya im still writing!

Hatred

i did nuthing wrong i was
only being me see that
waznt gud enuff 4 your
love

You abandonded me,n my
sibz,i last saw you 5yrz
ago,you dont kno me ne more

im not littl,im not weak,
im a strong and proud girl
but ur Hate 4 me makez it
hard to live

Your my Father but you
dont act like one,you 4got ur
1st three kidz,but ur taking
kare of one that you had
with some whore

You hurt my Mother,you hurt
my Family,sooner or latr
you will pay 4 wat you
have done,

You cheated on my Mother
and you hurt me,doz thiz othr
family of yourz mean more
to you than us?

You wer the one who taught me
to Hate and your the one i Hate the
most,i kno hatred iznt the way,but
i learned frm you,

I hope your happy wid your
whore of a wife,i hope your
happy with your new Hispanic
family

you dont like me bkuz im part
white,but im still part latina,
and im your first born,but is see
that anothr child of yourz has
takin my place

You happpy now?

Betrayal

You tore me into a million
pieces,and you left wen your
work waz finished

You left me alone,you wanted
nuthing to do wid me

Desperate 4 a savior,and i
thought it was you,but you
abandonded me wen i needed
you most

Hearts left in half
relationships lost,does
your betrayal bother
you?

You left me in pieces,
your face missing,but
you left your betrayal

Cursed

i think bout you day
and nite,i like the
way you say my name

Your my angel,and your
a curse,i kant stop thinking
bout you

your the one who wipes
away my tears with your
special touch,you pull
me into the light

your all i think bout
kant you see?i kant help
it...i think im in love

No More

i worte this poem 4 my dad bkuz of evrything hes done to me

No More

I kant kry nemore bkuz
ive wasted my tears on
the pain you repeatedly
inflicetd on me

I remember wen you walked
out on us,and i kried evrytime
you left

You returned only bkuz mother
4gave you Evrtime you left i kried,
but you nevr noticed me

My eyes are drained of tears
and your gone 4 good,i say
were evn,dont you?

nd its tru,he kept walking out on us bkuz he dint love us or my mother but my mother was nice enuff to 4give him until she got sick and tired of his betrayal