I was opening every document I have in my computer...
...and I happen to find these poems.
I don't even remember when I wrote them, all I know is that I did it in school, with a friend. She gave me words or a phrase and I would make up a poem for it.
The first one she gave me two phrases: "I'm nice" & "back off" and so, this poem came to life:
I’m nice
My mind is completely blank
I’m going to explode!
My hear is turning black
And I can’t take it anymore
I don’t like feeling this way
I prefer to feel love
But it’s really hard to say
“I don’t hate you anymore”
And this is all your fault
You made me feel this way
When you said “sorry, I can’t”
And threw my heart away
Now you come back
Offering me your love
And now I laugh
And tell you to back off
I don’t like people like you
And just now I realize
That all I wanted to occur
Is to be told that I’m nice
For the second one she gave me five words: God, dead, please, help & I
And so, this one came to life:
"God, please"
God, please, I need your help.
I’ve been having bad toughs, God
I see blood everywhere God
Please, help me; I don’t know what to do.
God please, I need you here.
My face is covered in tears,
My mind is going blank.
Please, God, I can’t take it.
God, oh God, my eyes see blurry
My hands are heavy, God.
Please God, I can’t feel anything.
God, help me!
God, please, tell me what to do.
My arms are failing me,
My legs can’t move, please God!
Everything just faded.
Oh God, I can feel again!
I tried to reached out to you God,
But I just notice I can’t move.
Help me God, please!
Now I’m praying out to you,
Now, when I regret what I did.
Please! I’m begging you!
God! I want to live!
God, please, I need your help.
I’ve been having bad toughs.
I realized you can’t help me now,
I fucked up, God. I’m dead.
Yeah, not very ingenious or spectacular, but those are the only ones I saved that time.... sadly, the funniest one was lost to a teacher asking what we were doing and we had to stop. I never actually liked poetry, but I guess that day that was the only thing I was able to come up with.....
I still don't know why I opened everything I could....... Well, everything I didn't know what it was.... But I remembered good times in high school xDDD
Dany
I don't even remember when I wrote them, all I know is that I did it in school, with a friend. She gave me words or a phrase and I would make up a poem for it.
The first one she gave me two phrases: "I'm nice" & "back off" and so, this poem came to life:
I’m nice
My mind is completely blank
I’m going to explode!
My hear is turning black
And I can’t take it anymore
I don’t like feeling this way
I prefer to feel love
But it’s really hard to say
“I don’t hate you anymore”
And this is all your fault
You made me feel this way
When you said “sorry, I can’t”
And threw my heart away
Now you come back
Offering me your love
And now I laugh
And tell you to back off
I don’t like people like you
And just now I realize
That all I wanted to occur
Is to be told that I’m nice
For the second one she gave me five words: God, dead, please, help & I
And so, this one came to life:
"God, please"
God, please, I need your help.
I’ve been having bad toughs, God
I see blood everywhere God
Please, help me; I don’t know what to do.
God please, I need you here.
My face is covered in tears,
My mind is going blank.
Please, God, I can’t take it.
God, oh God, my eyes see blurry
My hands are heavy, God.
Please God, I can’t feel anything.
God, help me!
God, please, tell me what to do.
My arms are failing me,
My legs can’t move, please God!
Everything just faded.
Oh God, I can feel again!
I tried to reached out to you God,
But I just notice I can’t move.
Help me God, please!
Now I’m praying out to you,
Now, when I regret what I did.
Please! I’m begging you!
God! I want to live!
God, please, I need your help.
I’ve been having bad toughs.
I realized you can’t help me now,
I fucked up, God. I’m dead.
Yeah, not very ingenious or spectacular, but those are the only ones I saved that time.... sadly, the funniest one was lost to a teacher asking what we were doing and we had to stop. I never actually liked poetry, but I guess that day that was the only thing I was able to come up with.....
I still don't know why I opened everything I could....... Well, everything I didn't know what it was.... But I remembered good times in high school xDDD
Dany