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.

Why am I?

you ask me constant questions,
but my answers don't satisfy you hunger...

there are some things i don't want you to know,
and if i do, then I'll speak up...

now i just want to think freely,
without your judgment or opinion

let me cry, let me scream and let me run free!
i need to have control of myself

why do i cry?
why do i scream?
why do i run?

i do all of these things, because it makes me feel human,
and it lets me know that i'm sane

you ask me constant questions,
but my answers don't satisfy you hunger...
does this satisfy it at all?

this was inspired by DropedAtBirth's pic Why are You Crying?

so...

i got a buncha poems to share...just can't find the time to with practice and work and homework...but i've been thinking about putting them into some kind of "story" form and try to get a lil book type thing published....kuz well all my friends love my writing and even my english teacher!!! even after reading my darker stuf she thinks i have talent!!!! i was surprised she didn't tell me i need to see a therapist!! but anyway i'd love to read some of ya'lls poetry!!! i love reading new styles and getting inspired from little things!! jus hit me up if ya wanna post one or you just want me to read it!!! love ya lovlies!!!

Beginning of Forever

Remeber the Day we met?
I was iwth Kaycee and you were
by yourself?

I told Kaycee we should talk,
but i was unsure, well, because
you like to be alone most of the time

Because of that day,
Forever is our friendship
and memories are our minds

i can tell you everything...
you are my lock box of secrets
and i, yours

That day in seventh grade...
was the day i found my missing Key to life

And so thanks to you, Key,
and thanks to me to!
Now i know that forever exists

i wrote this as a memory poem for english because i met the closest thing to an older sister and friend and without Key...i dont know who i'd be!

How Horrid!

How can you do that?
Do you not have a heart?
not even half way into the game,
and you're already out?

It was one thing,
and it is one thing that...
you don't even know!

No kisses, no hugs, no gesture
you are cold and heartless!
i tried to know you, but...
you just gave up on me

All you know of me is rumors,
what if i listened to what they had to say?
They said you were mean,
they said that you're a player,
but i oversaw it and asked anyway...

and now you can't stop looking at me,
is it because you want to start over?
do you want to say sorry?
or are you just playing with my shattered heart?

I want to say something,
but i know you'll get the wrong idea,
maybe that's how things work in reality...
you know? when a reject tries to hook up with the popular kid?

i do know now that i will never,
NEVER try that again,
i just hope that the whole world isn't horrid like you!

wait a minute there

"i havent seen you in forever adn thats why you think i'm cheating on you?"
"well yea!" girl
"then you dont know me at all."
"then i guess i dont."

-idk for some reason i watched something and was the main thing i got out of it. why is everyone so dramatic?