not sure if i'm supposed to put it in an existing thread...or create a new one, but anyways, heres some of my old stuff...hope you enjoy :)


i call this one...well...umm..come to think of it i never did give this one a name

"Untitled 1"

haha, yeah it's coming
this life is coming to an end
these lights are getting pretty bright
feeling pretty weak
haha thats my life trailing away from me
watch it go, lil red train
riding the tiles as tracks
away from me...SHIT MY LIFE IS RUNNING AWAY FROM ME!!!
hahahaahahah...there it goes...say goodbye
this is my eternal high
is this how it feels when you die?
it has to be
cuz ma eyes are fluttering now and its hard to see
lil red train on it's tracks
walked past this life, and now it's in the back
i tried for a while
but i stumbled and i fell
face first in the mud
i was living in hell
i bought into life, but i purchased a dud
haha, now i'm getting...cold
now i'm feeling old...
this life is flashing...past me again
death was always just around the bend
ha...ha...this is getting harder now...
i'm trying to...think...of...something...but how?
i...i'm tired...really...this life is so...tiring
why is it so...i'm...i'm sad...why?
this life was...never mine...
i just fast forwarded time...
my final act of defiance
this life was never mine
and i took it...
these last 5 seconds are mine...

...lol (lol). Its funny, relax, I meant that in a good way, I like it, I really do, it made me laugh. Somehow, I thought you had an artistic flare about you but it was very faint. I assume that this is just a preview, correct?...Well?

...Who or what is your inspiration?

yeah yeah, just one of those things that i didn't think was all that bad, i have a couple more, i guess i'll post them...though i did laugh once when i was writing this in general my poems are a way of locking away my own feelings...i like to bleed my thoughts with my pen and just kinda seal away that "darkness" into the pages...it helps me...it's like...i've physically removed those emotions and locked them away

while the start of the poem is rather tongue in cheek about him dying...laughing about it...the last 6 lines are really the whole core of the poem..."life was never mine" meaning he had no control over it, and he took control with how he died "these last 5 seconds are mine" signifying he willingly cut his own wrists so he could control something in his life, direct effect on his path

ok...this next "poem" is more in tune to a slow soft piano led song, but heck whatever...please read it thoroughly or don't read it at all

RainDrops

These raindrops, these raindrops
They're falling from the sky
These drops of kisses
These drops of smiles
dashed on the stones they die

in you i lost a lover
in you i lost a friend
in you i lost my dreams and hopes
and now your words have have left me feeling dead
i wanted you to be all you said you would be
thats all i could have asked for and more
but now your words are lost on me
and the memories are the only pain
i've watched my feelings grow for you
and now i'll watch them fade
and what was is gone
...and what is to come will never be the same
<angel of hollow graves>

These raindrops, these raindrops
They're falling from the sky
these drops of love
these drops of fear
on the pavement they lie

In you i have a haven
For you i have but smiles
for you, who carry me on...and help me be strong
like an angel from up high
with u i place my fears
and u alone see me cry
always there to guide me
always by my side
like a beacon of hope cutting though the fog
like a ray of light u shine
<keeper of the heart>

These raindrops, these raindrops
they're falling from the sky
these drops of trust
these drops of friendship
endless in time they survive

In you all are my worries
for all of you make up the pieces
...these fragile pieces of my life
in each of you i see a mirror
a reflection of myself
in each of you i see a friend
one who will stick through regardless of the end
a merry band of five
times spent with you, are times i am alive
always my refuge
for times i couldn't stand
i place i always belonged
away from the world
our friendship will remain endless
and never fade from time
<clan of my own>

These raindrops, these raindrops
they're not falling from the sky
these raindrop are tears from my eye
salty paths that beat a course
trickling down my face
i stand alone way up high and watch the raindrops fall
i remember the times that are gone
and i think of the times to come
never to be the same
i wipe away the tears
and like the raindrops i fly
this is my sweet suicide

These raindrops, these raindrops
They're falling from the sky
they splash on my face as i accept deaths sweet embrace
no longer are there tears in my eye

Well they are good I like the second one more however it is poems like this, ones of hopelessness or suicide that usually get me to write one that almost response to them. The first one in my thread was something like that. But very good though.

all my poems contain indirect references to stuff happening(or had happened) in my life, angel of hollow graves, keeper of my heart, clan of my own, each referred to a different person, or group of people

and as i said, the 1st one was just a tester...the second i actually liked...i'll soon post an abstract one *but possibly my personal fave*

I actually have one of the same name as RAINDROPS which I did today (didn't read yours till after though, else I'da prolly not used same title). Like yours better though. Check mine in the last list of ones I did.

PeAcE.