More poems
Here are some more poems for anyone who reads them...which I think is noone. But ooooh well!!! hehehe.
***What I Want***
You ask me what I look for
When I want a guy
I'm never quite sure what to say
Although I really try
To think of what I really want
And would never pass by
I sat and thought
For hours
Until I almost cried
I know now what I want
And what I truely need
I want a guy that loves me
And won't make my heart bleed
I want a guy that cares
And would do anything I plead
Without me even asking once
Because thats how well he'll know me
I want a guy that charishes
Every word I say
I want a guy that would do anything
To know how much I care
To know that I will stand by him
And love him
Until my very last breath of air
I just want to say before this next poem and the one following it are read, They are NOT about me. I am not sure who it is about. But its not me. An idea just popped into my head and I wrote and this is what came from it. Maybe something like this really did happen...and I was chosen by *The Quiet Girl* to write it or something. I dunno. Thats kinda stupid...but who knows???
***The Quiet Girl***
Yelling, screaming
Hitting, slapping
Fighting, Hating
Running, running
Her whole life
She has been
Running, running
From her family
To her friends
From her boyfriend
And right back again
Crying, crying
That's all she does
It puts her to sleep
Like a loving lullaby
Every night
Cutting, cutting
Her scarred, tender wrists
Bleeding, bleeding
All the time
Her wrists
Her eyes
Her heart
Hating, loving
She knows not what she feels
Or how to feel
Numb she is
To all she knows
Numb to the world around her
Loving, hating
Cutting, bleeding
Silence
No longer is there
A quiet girl
***The Quiet Girl part 2***
There they found her
Soft and still
Dried up tears
Left a stain
On her soft, sweet face
Blood spilling
From her limp, lifeless body
A smile on her face
The only one they'd ever seen
No more yelling
No more screaming
No more fear
She is gone
But she finally feels
No longer is she numb
No longer is she scared
They all cry
They all care
No longer do they scream
No longer do they yell
Like they had before
When they were much to loud
To care
To notice
To hear
The quiet girl
***The Perfect Family***
They are always smiling
Always happy
Never do they have a worry in their hearts
Always together
Loving eachother
Like a pretty photograph
But what is this
I hear a yell
And someone screaming back
Everyone they know
Thinks they are
The perfect family
But behind closed doors
It is the same
Are they as perfect as they seem
Fight over money
Fights over food
Is that your image
Of perfection
Fighting over grades
Fighting over colleges
By six o'clock
No one talks
Everyone hates everyone else
Then at seven
The doorbell rings
And oh what's this
The perfect family
***My Devil***
I see you every Sunday
While I'm sitting there in church
My eyes cannot leave
Your shadowy shape
I cannot pray
I sit and think
About how you tempted me
And how you
Made me sink
When church lets out
I go outside
There you are standing
Waiting, hating
I stand and stare
Unable to speak
I cannot look away
But I was to leave
You hurt me
And I don't want to see you
Ever again
But I cannot look away
Do you even care
Do you even know I'm there
Did you see the tears
Run down my cheek
When our friendship
You could not keep
You filled my heart with hate
And there is must stay
Until the day you leave
The day you set me free
***What I Want***
You ask me what I look for
When I want a guy
I'm never quite sure what to say
Although I really try
To think of what I really want
And would never pass by
I sat and thought
For hours
Until I almost cried
I know now what I want
And what I truely need
I want a guy that loves me
And won't make my heart bleed
I want a guy that cares
And would do anything I plead
Without me even asking once
Because thats how well he'll know me
I want a guy that charishes
Every word I say
I want a guy that would do anything
To know how much I care
To know that I will stand by him
And love him
Until my very last breath of air
I just want to say before this next poem and the one following it are read, They are NOT about me. I am not sure who it is about. But its not me. An idea just popped into my head and I wrote and this is what came from it. Maybe something like this really did happen...and I was chosen by *The Quiet Girl* to write it or something. I dunno. Thats kinda stupid...but who knows???
***The Quiet Girl***
Yelling, screaming
Hitting, slapping
Fighting, Hating
Running, running
Her whole life
She has been
Running, running
From her family
To her friends
From her boyfriend
And right back again
Crying, crying
That's all she does
It puts her to sleep
Like a loving lullaby
Every night
Cutting, cutting
Her scarred, tender wrists
Bleeding, bleeding
All the time
Her wrists
Her eyes
Her heart
Hating, loving
She knows not what she feels
Or how to feel
Numb she is
To all she knows
Numb to the world around her
Loving, hating
Cutting, bleeding
Silence
No longer is there
A quiet girl
***The Quiet Girl part 2***
There they found her
Soft and still
Dried up tears
Left a stain
On her soft, sweet face
Blood spilling
From her limp, lifeless body
A smile on her face
The only one they'd ever seen
No more yelling
No more screaming
No more fear
She is gone
But she finally feels
No longer is she numb
No longer is she scared
They all cry
They all care
No longer do they scream
No longer do they yell
Like they had before
When they were much to loud
To care
To notice
To hear
The quiet girl
***The Perfect Family***
They are always smiling
Always happy
Never do they have a worry in their hearts
Always together
Loving eachother
Like a pretty photograph
But what is this
I hear a yell
And someone screaming back
Everyone they know
Thinks they are
The perfect family
But behind closed doors
It is the same
Are they as perfect as they seem
Fight over money
Fights over food
Is that your image
Of perfection
Fighting over grades
Fighting over colleges
By six o'clock
No one talks
Everyone hates everyone else
Then at seven
The doorbell rings
And oh what's this
The perfect family
***My Devil***
I see you every Sunday
While I'm sitting there in church
My eyes cannot leave
Your shadowy shape
I cannot pray
I sit and think
About how you tempted me
And how you
Made me sink
When church lets out
I go outside
There you are standing
Waiting, hating
I stand and stare
Unable to speak
I cannot look away
But I was to leave
You hurt me
And I don't want to see you
Ever again
But I cannot look away
Do you even care
Do you even know I'm there
Did you see the tears
Run down my cheek
When our friendship
You could not keep
You filled my heart with hate
And there is must stay
Until the day you leave
The day you set me free