Greetings and salutations. Browser of dead website. This is where I formerly posted poetry when I was a relatively active member.
I prefer to be creative, rather than destructive, and spend the majority of my time to myself. If you wish for anymore information about me, or would like to use one of my old poems, please e-mail me at [email protected] as I no longer check my messages here.
I wrote a metal duet a few years ago.
My days were numbered
I knew this when I came to you
My end draws closer
With every moment spent with you
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye heart tonight
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
It's time to start the fight
You know I'd like to stay another day
But time's up over already
So goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
There's something I should tell you but
I'm terrified of what you'd think
Something so devastating
I don't want to see your heart sink
So
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye heart tonight
Goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye (Goodbye)
It's time to start the fight
You know I'd like to stay another day
But time's up over already
So goodbye (Goodbye)
Goodbye
(Goodbye heart)
(I'd rather step on a nail)
(Or be impaled than have to face this world without you)
You have to move on!
(There is nothing so painful as the pain I felt)
(When I saw that mushroom to my knees I knelt)
(Now I have to live)
(I have to live)
(Without you)
(AHHHHHHH!)
(So)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye heart tonight)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(It's time to end this fight!)
(You know I'd like to stay another day)
(But times up over already)
(So goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye heart!)
I just threw this together a while ago. I'm not really sure what to make of it.
There's no time left to pick up the shattered pieces
As my heart sinks into sand
My eyes fill with toil and with wrinkles and creases
As you push away my hand
So I'll harden my shell
Since you left me in this hell
Without you I draw into myself
I was teased; It doesn't feel good. I don't like it.
I was teased; Again they make fun of me.
I was teased; I'm starting to get used to it.
I was teased; Should I really care?
I was teased; I enjoyed it.
I teased; I'm used to it.
I teased; We had fun.
I teased; This is the way it aught to be.
"Come on, April!" I`m standing alone in the snow. I turn around and see my sister, Canom, in the doorway.
"Coming." One last look, as the car disapears and I head back in. It may be the last time I see him.
"April." My mother calls. She`s in the kitchen.
"Ya, mom?"
"Dinner`s ready. Go get changed." I know she can tell something`s up.
"Ok."
I head up the stairs, down the hall, and to my room. After changing into my nightgown, I walk to the bathroom. I run some cold water and wash my hands and face. I look into the mirror. My face looks clean enough. I leave the bathroom and head downstairs.
As I`m going down, I think about school. I`m starting at Juilliard in September; 10 hours drive away.
I sigh and sit down at the table. After grace and dinner, I brush my teeth, and then hide away in my room for the rest of the night.
I`m awakened at 3:52am. It`s Jake calling my cell phone.
"Hello?"
"They can take away my pain, they can take away my leg, yet they can never take you away."
I smile. " Thank you, Jake."
