well here is my favorite poems i hope y'all like them. This first poem is mainly about my step brother. he lives with his drunk mother and this is my opinion of how he feals from talking to him and others classified as "goth's" ********************************Closet Dweller************************************* Locked out of life, Locked out of light, Locked out of love, Locked in a pretty little jail, Locked in a burning hell, Locked here where i will dwell, Hidden from the sun, Hidden from fun, Hidden from all, No one to call, No one to care, No one to hold, I will form a new mold, A closet dweller, Those deprived of all, locked in a small cellar, Faces white as snow, Never letting there insides show, Clothes black as a moonless night, One of them, that doesnt look just right, Made by one of you, One of you, who claims to follow the true, One of you, who says i should change, One of you, who says i am strange, Have you ever asked why, Maybe there is a reason, Oh my. One of the greatest creations there ever was but sometimes is looked over due to the rush we are constantly in here on earth. ***********************************The Greatest Creation********************************* God's greatest creation, Surpassing even the greatness of the sun, The thing usually missing in ones life, The thing that without, you will be in continual strife, With it the world would be a better place, More happiness, more grace, More forgiveness, more true friendship, More understanding, less cracking of the whip, But God's greatest creation is somewhere in the attict, If only we knew it was one of his laws, i guess that makes us a convict, Misunderstood and misused, It's true meaning unknown or confused, It's as hard as the diamond in the wifes ring, About it the birds will all day sing, It's as soft as grandma's hand, It is eternal and its meaning will always stand, It will stand alone, It is the foundation of the church, the cornerstone, It is prittier than a dove, It is better known as love. This was from reading "The Crucible" and we had to answere a question talking about something that vaguely had to do with this so i wrote this. *********************************Shades of Gray********************** Black and white, Wrong and right, Or somewhere imbetween, Where shades of gray are all that is seen, Like fog over a lake, Or a 'shadow' hideing a snake, Not mean or kind, Not hard on the mind, Rather monotone, Not soft like grandma's quilt, nor hard like a stone, More comparable to a firm bed, Clouding and confusing to ones head, Surrounded by shades of gray, No right no wrong no night no day, Some dark some light, Some contain good but not the purity of white, Most contain bad but not as deep as black, Complete good and complete evil it will always lack, Complete uncertainty, Just shades of gray, seems all i see. remake of a previous poem, posted later in new post. **************************************The Pain Lives********************************** Tears run down my face as i think of you, Everyone said when you died your pain died, How i think as i sit here crying, It seams your pain was not lost, Only passed on to those who loved you, Not lost but multiplied, Not forgotten but branded into your loved ones hearts, It seems to me that the pain will never die, When one dies the pain is not lost, It is inherited, It will not be forgotten, It lives. well i hang out with the druggies, whores, preps, cool kids, misfortunate kids, whatever and threw it all ive seen the reaction that the less fortunate receive to add apon there depression. *************************************************Rejected**************************** She lays naked in her bed crying, Feals no one loves her and that she is dieing, Misstreated and used, By the "good" kids glared at and verbally abused, By her parents put aside, To her they have repeatedly lied, Lost and confused she turns the wrong way, Praying for that day, For that day when she is somebody, What she has gone through others cannot see, All they see is the effect, And treat her as a reject, Not knowing the begining, Distaste is the only gift they bring. One of my friends of a few years pretty much stabbed me in the back so this is the last of our words. ***************************My Dear Friend************************************ My dear friend, in this letter my love i will not send, Im begining to feal the knifes in my back, apon your mistakes you constantly stack, I fell for your lies too many times, but no longer will i be the prey in your crimes, No longer will i open my arms when your in pain, Do you see what youve done do you see this stain, Holding the knife you ask what you have done, falling to my knee's you do not help only run, A friend when in view, when away not near so true, Now today i tell you my thoughts, before my dieing heart rots, I think of you as a forked tongue liar, i think of you as a pig in the stire, I think of you as a brother that sows discord, I think of you as the one in last place holding the reward, Now you know how i feal, Now you know my soft heart has turned to steel, Now you understand it, Now i hope you feal like sh*t.
wow, that poem was beautiful, yet sad at the same time.Did ur friend kill themselves?becoz thats the impression i got.if so i am really sorry 2 hear that! that poem touched me man.Ur very talented, it came from the heart...i can tell
u didnt clarify wich one u were talkin about im guessing the one called "The Pain Lives" well actually it was about an old man that was a friend of mine. i was like 15 and really looked up to him, he was 89 when he died. i made it through the whole funeral fine but the preacher told me to look at him and i knew if i did id start crying. i mean if i hid the truth that he had died it would be cool but i saw him and was crying for the next who knows how many hours. it is actually a poem of mine that got me in the "Who's Who of Poetry" and supposedly got 30th in the nation in some competition i guess i can go find the original. and thanks.
ahhh i found it, this is the original. much better i do believe. The Chain Two knees hit the ground, Two tears ran down two red cheaks, A heart was smashed, A friend had died, His boddy lying in the black casket, His baseball cap covering his lifeless head, Then sorrow covered my alreaddy broken heart, He was gone, Why does it seem, Everytime someone's misery is lost, It really isnt it is just passed on, The burden, the pain, These two will never leave, It is just handed down, Knees will always be hitting the ground, Tears will always wet the cheaks, As will hearts always be broken. Joshua Dean Hinson [size=-1]Copyright ©2004 Joshua Dean Hinson [/size]
well dude im really sorry 2 hear about ur friend.its hard losing someone aye and man i hate funnerals! i always cry no matter how many times i tell myself not 2 b4 i enter the funneral but nope i always cry and cry and cry.Ur poems r touching man i hope ur ok
