When I am seen during the day, I am known as mild and meek.
But I am known at night by fear of the unknown that controls my thirst.
My mind against my heart,
Competition never stops.
The day my mind wins,
My heart will take a drop.
Friends always battling,
Me stuck in the middle,
Why does my life appear,
As one giant riddle?
I cannot chose a side,
I do not dare to chose.
If neither can be my friend,
That is their loss to lose.
*
S
L
O
W
L
Y
hell seeps through my pores.
Leading me through unholy doors.
But as I walk I tend to think...
When i'm in hell...can I still drink?
(_ )
I
_I_
Society is nowhere near all there.
We still put people in the electric chair.
Instead of black racism, blacks hate whites.
It's gotten so bad, we even start fights.
Just today I was battered for the clothes I wore.
I didn't look like a skank or even a whore.
I don't understand what this world is coming to.
This situation involves everyone, even you.
Cont..."The Spread."
My favorite poets are:
MidNight
orbit sorrow
angel_tears
iamjacksinsanity
brokenchild
Jester
Lovespoon
Springheel
sometimes
Romeoand Juliet
Immortality
*Also, I would like to say hello and misses to everyone in Ohio!!! I miss you all deeply and cannot wait to see you...once again.*
My eyes have seen,
What most never will.
I have pushed my rock,
To the other side of the hill.
When it rolled down,
I seen the things of few,
That most really never do.
I seen what I could,
And walked back down,
Into my little, comfy, town.
My heart requires,
Little favor.
My tastes require,
Little flavor.
My mind requires,
Little to know.
But your love,
I ask you to show.
Leave out the pain,
Leave the stubborness.
Bring in the gain,
Encourage my loveliness.
And as you do this,
I will too.
When I do you'll know,
That's when I love you.
((((((((((((( Love ))))))))))))))
Is a poem all it's own...when you take care of it.
But I am known at night by fear of the unknown that controls my thirst.
My mind against my heart,
Competition never stops.
The day my mind wins,
My heart will take a drop.
Friends always battling,
Me stuck in the middle,
Why does my life appear,
As one giant riddle?
I cannot chose a side,
I do not dare to chose.
If neither can be my friend,
That is their loss to lose.
*
S
L
O
W
L
Y
hell seeps through my pores.
Leading me through unholy doors.
But as I walk I tend to think...
When i'm in hell...can I still drink?
(_ )
I
_I_
Society is nowhere near all there.
We still put people in the electric chair.
Instead of black racism, blacks hate whites.
It's gotten so bad, we even start fights.
Just today I was battered for the clothes I wore.
I didn't look like a skank or even a whore.
I don't understand what this world is coming to.
This situation involves everyone, even you.
Cont..."The Spread."
My favorite poets are:
MidNight
orbit sorrow
angel_tears
iamjacksinsanity
brokenchild
Jester
Lovespoon
Springheel
sometimes
Romeoand Juliet
Immortality
*Also, I would like to say hello and misses to everyone in Ohio!!! I miss you all deeply and cannot wait to see you...once again.*
My eyes have seen,
What most never will.
I have pushed my rock,
To the other side of the hill.
When it rolled down,
I seen the things of few,
That most really never do.
I seen what I could,
And walked back down,
Into my little, comfy, town.
My heart requires,
Little favor.
My tastes require,
Little flavor.
My mind requires,
Little to know.
But your love,
I ask you to show.
Leave out the pain,
Leave the stubborness.
Bring in the gain,
Encourage my loveliness.
And as you do this,
I will too.
When I do you'll know,
That's when I love you.
((((((((((((( Love ))))))))))))))
Is a poem all it's own...when you take care of it.
- Last seen on Jun 28 7:26 PM. Member since July 17, 2003.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 107 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Aw poop!".
- I am a girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a person trying to survive during this time taker called life.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/angimal
- I have 107 comments, 4 addlines, 59 poems, 3 stories
My Poetry
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You see a body.
Eyes with green and blue.13 lines, 1 comment, March 31, 2005. In Angst
My Stories
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I was built in my mother's workshop and I had a great life, but didn't do to well at learning the regular things little puppets did...so I went to go live with my older brother
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435 lines, 5 comments, August 9, 2003. In <200 lines, Other
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February 13, 2002
Dear Journal,
Guest Book
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Springheel on March 1, 2005Haven't heard from you in awhile. Just thought I'd drop a you a 'Hello' and let you know how much you're missed.
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pschick9 on February 3, 2004well i'm here if u ever wanna talk...i seem to be finding more and more people who knew Don! i miss him a lot as well! i think about him very often! in that poem though u had the conversation in the car...where u the one in it or was it someone else or something? just wonderin cuz ive never met the girl who was in the car....neways feel free to talk to me whenever
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CIndyReed on January 29, 2004sound of what am living at this moment , I just do not understand what is happening to my friends all the time battleling, I hope everything gets better /f
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ScooberRaver on January 14, 2004well hun you prolly know who this is and I kinda joined this place cause you know I cant write poetry for my life but I joined so that I could kinda say my feelings about some stuff but yeah I love your page/ poetry and you have always been better then me at that kind of stuff....peace... you know who
