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Emo_Lover21
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i am 13. i write poetry constantly. it is my passion. its not just words and letters but meenings and its like its own little wold. i love poetry and nothing could ever chnge that. but i would like to do something more with it. does any1 no what i could do? here are some pieces i wrote myself.....
here are some short ones.....
Slowly Slipping:
He Slowly Slips Away
Just Goes Away Day By Day
I Thought I Would Have Him Forever
But I Dont Think Hell Want Me Ever
Little Things Begin To Slip
I Never Thought Theyd Hurt Before
But They Hurt Even More
They Diasappear Hour By Hour
Each Time Hurting More Then Another
Days Like This I Wish He Wasnt My Blood Brother
Id Like To Take A Blade To My Wrist And End This All In Bliss.
This one is about my brother who is a marine(hes 19):
My Brother:
Youve been around for as long as I can remeber
And now I only get to see you about every december
I Hate not seeing you everyday
I want things the old way
We sometimes fought
okay maybe alot
But things have begun to change
And its becoming so strange
I Dont like how its becom
And its making me glum
But for now I cant wait to see you
It feels like time flew
No matter where you are
You wont ever seem far
Youll always be close to my heart
You always have been from the start.
heres one i wote about my x whom i waqs woth for 3 yrs and shared some very powerful emotions and feelings with that i had to leave because i moved 3 or 4 states away and lost all contact with:
Going Away:
Your going away day by day
I really wish youd stay
And its hard not to cry
"It's OK." I say and lie
3 years you were with me
It doesnt seem like that could be
You seem to have forgotten everything about us
Some say thats a plus
But to me thats very bad
And its makes me sad
You dont see what you do
And I'm Beggining to think "Who the Hell Are You?!?!"
As the tears begin to slip
I can feel my world Flip
You used to be there everyday
I just want things the old way.
(I wrote this after i got his # from a friend and he told me never to call again.)
And heres one of my longer ones:
This one is eh eh when it comes to length....
Taken Over:
It takes over your mind
It has to most of man kind
People think its fun to be drunk
With accidental thuds and a klunk.
They think to be drunk first is a prize
But i dont think they relize
It slowly starts to take over
Like theres nothing to be leftover
They mistreat it like its no big deal
Acting like nomatter what they will heal
But thats not true because once you get in a crash
Your life could end in a flash
They use terms like 'plastered, wasted, and faded.'
To me the term 'faded' can never go outdated
When I hear faded I slowly relize thats what your doing slowly fading away your life
just like the slice of a knife.
(i wrote that in health when we were watching a teen alchohol awareness video.)
This poem is in the viewpoint of a fighting dog in the ring...
Abuse Neglect And Hate:
What why and when?
What did I do to you?
Why are you so cruel?
Because you made me what i am today.
Courage at its best.
But all too willing,
Which makes me fought and be feared.
And now I cower in the hands of a moster,
He throws me in the ring.
Blood on the walls.
But i finaly give up.
And cower in that bloody corner.
I see you come over to me.
And I wait for the onslaught of beatings.
But Theres a pounding noise on the door.
And everyone Scatters.
Then I hear shouting,
It goes on forever.
Someone catiously walks over to me.
And something is put around my neck.
Then I'm led away.
I'm put in the back of some metal box with metalic silver bars.
They close the door and I relize....
I'm free!!!!
I'm finaly taken away from that horrible place.
I can feel something moving beneath me.
And when it stops I am taken to some white room.
They put me on some metal table.
Where I'm gently proded and looked over with the softest of touches.
Theres a muffled sound I cant hear.
Then I hear the Strangest words.
I can actauly understand them "Your A Good Boy They Say."
Its said in the softest tone.
I go to lift my head to nuzzle the one who cares.
But I feel a prick and before I know it,
I can feel my conciousness slipping until....
Im no longer there...
But I now walk along side god in heaven.
I would deeply apprciate it if no one took these i have worked very hard on them and i want them to stay mine. the last one plz remeber was in the view point of a pitbull terrier who was forced into the ring. plz tell me how i can go farther with my writing. it is my deepest passion.-
The 13yr old poet.
here are some short ones.....
Slowly Slipping:
He Slowly Slips Away
Just Goes Away Day By Day
I Thought I Would Have Him Forever
But I Dont Think Hell Want Me Ever
Little Things Begin To Slip
I Never Thought Theyd Hurt Before
But They Hurt Even More
They Diasappear Hour By Hour
Each Time Hurting More Then Another
Days Like This I Wish He Wasnt My Blood Brother
Id Like To Take A Blade To My Wrist And End This All In Bliss.
This one is about my brother who is a marine(hes 19):
My Brother:
Youve been around for as long as I can remeber
And now I only get to see you about every december
I Hate not seeing you everyday
I want things the old way
We sometimes fought
okay maybe alot
But things have begun to change
And its becoming so strange
I Dont like how its becom
And its making me glum
But for now I cant wait to see you
It feels like time flew
No matter where you are
You wont ever seem far
Youll always be close to my heart
You always have been from the start.
heres one i wote about my x whom i waqs woth for 3 yrs and shared some very powerful emotions and feelings with that i had to leave because i moved 3 or 4 states away and lost all contact with:
Going Away:
Your going away day by day
I really wish youd stay
And its hard not to cry
"It's OK." I say and lie
3 years you were with me
It doesnt seem like that could be
You seem to have forgotten everything about us
Some say thats a plus
But to me thats very bad
And its makes me sad
You dont see what you do
And I'm Beggining to think "Who the Hell Are You?!?!"
As the tears begin to slip
I can feel my world Flip
You used to be there everyday
I just want things the old way.
(I wrote this after i got his # from a friend and he told me never to call again.)
And heres one of my longer ones:
This one is eh eh when it comes to length....
Taken Over:
It takes over your mind
It has to most of man kind
People think its fun to be drunk
With accidental thuds and a klunk.
They think to be drunk first is a prize
But i dont think they relize
It slowly starts to take over
Like theres nothing to be leftover
They mistreat it like its no big deal
Acting like nomatter what they will heal
But thats not true because once you get in a crash
Your life could end in a flash
They use terms like 'plastered, wasted, and faded.'
To me the term 'faded' can never go outdated
When I hear faded I slowly relize thats what your doing slowly fading away your life
just like the slice of a knife.
(i wrote that in health when we were watching a teen alchohol awareness video.)
This poem is in the viewpoint of a fighting dog in the ring...
Abuse Neglect And Hate:
What why and when?
What did I do to you?
Why are you so cruel?
Because you made me what i am today.
Courage at its best.
But all too willing,
Which makes me fought and be feared.
And now I cower in the hands of a moster,
He throws me in the ring.
Blood on the walls.
But i finaly give up.
And cower in that bloody corner.
I see you come over to me.
And I wait for the onslaught of beatings.
But Theres a pounding noise on the door.
And everyone Scatters.
Then I hear shouting,
It goes on forever.
Someone catiously walks over to me.
And something is put around my neck.
Then I'm led away.
I'm put in the back of some metal box with metalic silver bars.
They close the door and I relize....
I'm free!!!!
I'm finaly taken away from that horrible place.
I can feel something moving beneath me.
And when it stops I am taken to some white room.
They put me on some metal table.
Where I'm gently proded and looked over with the softest of touches.
Theres a muffled sound I cant hear.
Then I hear the Strangest words.
I can actauly understand them "Your A Good Boy They Say."
Its said in the softest tone.
I go to lift my head to nuzzle the one who cares.
But I feel a prick and before I know it,
I can feel my conciousness slipping until....
Im no longer there...
But I now walk along side god in heaven.
I would deeply apprciate it if no one took these i have worked very hard on them and i want them to stay mine. the last one plz remeber was in the view point of a pitbull terrier who was forced into the ring. plz tell me how i can go farther with my writing. it is my deepest passion.-
The 13yr old poet.