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I am a monkey
Watch out for me
Or I'll steal a banana
From your banana tree

heehee, i love that. I didn't write it, though, ElegantlyDangerous did


Death's Serenade

Things are always different when I don't want them to change
I'm desperate to be happy but acting like *Ariel* the Strange
Haven't got a clue if people love me or not
Wondering all the time if I'm the girl the world forgot
Inked paper poetry, bloodstains on the wall
Feeling like giving up, all I want to do is fall
People can scream their insults, my heart is made of stone
Scared of feeling isolated, but I bear the pain alone
Backed up against the wall, stress echoes through my head
Nobody can save this empty shell, because inside I'm dead
I've sacrificed my happiness, trying to please everyone
Nothing seemed to make them proud, well forget it, now I'm done
All I ever wanted was to feel I had some worth
Now all I'm left with is questions, why am I still on Earth?
I'll play a piano concerto, to serenade my death
While the strings of violins decorate my dying breath.


the above poem is courtesy of the lovely Alesana Darkness
isn't it beautiful? yep, it is, thats what i thought.


Have you ever wondered what would happen if you mixed randomness, humor, sarcasm, individuality, kindness, depression, uniqueness, creativity and evilness together? Well, it has happened, and the end result? Me. Born when the dark of night cloaked the dying embers of sunset, from the moon's many fallen tears, I awoke, draped in the long grass of my homeland, the twinkling stars and prowling wolves the only protection I needed... aaaaannnnndddd CUT! I said cut! CUT!! Now hold up; this is me we're talking about, right? Then this can't be the beginning of the story of my life. Because I am an average girl, born to normal parents (who, if anything, work too much). The only time that hauntingly poetic opening could relate to me in anyway is if I was in a movie. That's my dream; to become a film actress. But as that probably won't happen, I'm just stuck here writing poetry =P. I am not one of those kids who had a horrible life, who were abused, neglected, who have gone through so many horrors in their life, I can barely even begin to imagine. But still, I am very depressed. And when I look at those kids, I realize how good I have it, and I just feel worse about myself. I'm not depressed about stupid stuff like "Oh, I have to clean my room," or, "Oh, god, my parent's are soo mean, they won't buy me a cell phone." No, I feel true pain deep down, every moment. I can't actually remember the time when I was truly, truly happy. But enough about my pathetic existence. Next stop, Poetrytown! (heehee I love saying lame things) Poetry is awesome; it is one of the few things that truly help me escape (along with music, reading and drawing). With poetry, you can go anywhere you want, become anyone you want to be, express any emotion that you are feeling. And though I am most definitely not the best writer, I don't let that stop me, because poetry just lets me clear my system when I am constipated with all the crap in this world *awkward silence* Well, if I haven't scared you off, you can talk to me if you'd like. I don't have an AP family *sobs* Well, good day, fellow Poeteers! Till next time, amigos and amigas!



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Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me

(from The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance)


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