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| I'm publishing my poem book this summer, let me know if you wanna buy it :)
You look at the people they’re yelling your name
You look at the people you don’t know who to blame
So you look at me, just a little boy weeping
You really see no reason, and no sense in keeping
The little nice boy who taught to do right
The little nice boy who kissed you every night
You’ve done it once, you did it again
You left me here crying with lets just be friends
You don’t know why you do it, you don’t care what they say
But for some unknown reason you cry every day
That’s when you come back crawling and kissing my feet
And you know I’ll accept you know that I’m weak
And I don’t have the guts to turn you away
I don’t have the guts I don’t know what else to say
So I’ll take you back, I’ll make you mine
And for almost two months It’ll all be fine
Then you’ll do it again, you’ll say lets be friends
You did it again, and I lost in the end
I’m the only boy who loved you like I said
I’m the only boy who said sweetdreams befor bed
I’m the only one who loved you, the only one who cared
And you took that away, how could you dare
I loved you so much, I gave you my heart
You gave it right back, you tore it apart
This time I so sick and tired of lossing
I hate standing here crying while you’re still there choosing
Would you make up your mind, would you keep what you find
Would you just stick with the boy who’s always been kind
They always hurt you and they make you so sad
But it’s always me here waiting feeling so bad
And I can’t go on caring, I’m so sick of sharing
Of sitting here crying and sitting here glaring
At all these mean boys, who will hurt you again
So lets keep it simple and lets just be friends | | |
| *Wrote this poem based on my horrible weekend
My Broken Life
There I lay in the hospital bed
There they fly, so many thoughts in my head
Why'd I do it, what was I thinking
I should've been with you, but instead I'd been drinking
And there I lay Almost dead
Hanging on by one last thread
With one last thing to say
Hoping to God for just one more day
To say I'm sorry to all of my loves
And there I see the doctor put on his gloves
I fade out again and it feels so good But it hurts so bad
As I slowly lose everything I ever had
And even if I make it
I don't know if I'll be able to take it
So many people with disapointment in me
So many angry and sad faces to see
Why'd I have to go and learn like this
Why'd I have to put my future at risk
I'm supposed to be the one hurt, but they're the ones crying
And as I get better I wish I were still dying
And in a way I am I've lost what I had
I've lost what I've wanted for so long and wanted so bad
My future, their trust
Now it's all turned to dust
I think I can hold on, but I'm not sure If I want to
Cause if I lose this, I won't know what to do
What can I?
I'm to tired to cry
I feel helpless and shy
And so what If I die
But I can't hurt those close to me again
Maybe it's what God wanted, and it'll work out in the end
Till then silent I lay
And loudly I pray
Hoping, Wishing, Thinking
Pretend I hadn't destroyed my life drinking | | |
| I wrote this at Cross Country camp... not to impressed with it but you people deserve a new poem
I'm not tough I'm not strong
And we've been together for so long
You wonder why it hurts and why I cry
And why I say I'd rather die
Life without you isnt easy
It's not really fair the way you tease me
But still I care and come back to you
And still I love and I stay true
And you don't know what I would do
Just to hear I love you too
But still my heart is crushed again
And still you say lets just be friends
And still I cry alone at night
And still you yell and still we fight
And still I sit at night and pray
For there to be some other possible way
And still I love you and we're stsill friends
And still you remind me yet again
As long as stars still glow in the sky above
I know it's you I'll always love
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| Hey.... haven't written any poems latly that are worth posting but I
did find this pretty cool Xanga http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Arcane67 if you get the time check
it out it's pretty fun to read
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| Hmm... no one comments me anymore, are my poems getting worse?
Overdose
He takes his pills
He gets his thrills
It's not him, it's her that it kills
She sits at home at night and cries
Only to wonder if this is goodbye
Only to pray that he doesn't die
She shakes she's scared
He didn't know how much she cared
He should've stopped when things got bad
But he didn't and he lost what he had
And now when he takes his pills late at night
When he loses consiousness he's not gonna fight
His finally gotten his fair fix
He doesn't move he won't twitch
Only if he could've seen how much she cared
He wouldn't have tried drugs or even dared
Enjoy
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