cracked amber

ive been using too many threads so heres a few new poems all in one....as always all comments and critisism is welcome.

Memories of a lost soul
Memories fllod my head
the pain of loosing you reenters my brain
the way you left so quickly, so unexpectedly
its true that the good die young,
there was still so much left for you to give the world.

Your love never left me its always been here
but has been buried for the last two years
and as that dreadful day drudges closer
and things remind me of you the memories
good and bad glide to the surface.

It all relights the flame, causees the pain
to rekindle, and the sorrow to flow
through my soul blackening it even deeper.

Your memory haunts me as I lay
here staring at the ceiling and
depression captures me at the thought
of your last few months.

Bullet through my pain
Put that pistol to my head,
hold it steady now on the count of three
ONE...TWO...THREE...
BANG!
you realised all my pain
all my troubles are gone
in one painless second
my soul leaves and
peace comes over it
the blackness of my life is gone
only the faint memory of it remians
thank you tiny bullet for washing it away.

Release
cut, burn, drink, smoke, release
find that thing that stops the pain
when you just can't deal anymore
block out the rest of the world and release

dance, sing, draw, write, release
let out the emotion within your heart
when you can't hold it in anymore
gather your thoughts and relase

do what you have to
release the pain and hatred
release the sorrow and regret
let it flow out from your heart
to make it all stop spinning for a moment

for an instant all of its gone
you are just there with no pain
with no troubles
so for now just release
and don't worry so much

 

i like em

 

^ thanks...theres more but ill post em later

 

These are the most haunting words I read in your poems today:

thank you tiny bullet for washing it away

Keep writing and sharing... and healing. Vetty

 

I must say these are kinda dark, but still good. I liked Bullet through my pain and Release.
Writing really is a great way of releasing things, really what's better than taking somehting bad and make a good thing out of it.

 

"Release" sounds alot like another one I've read. It sounds like "Raw Emotion" by Freakymetalchik.
Anyone else read "Raw Emotion" and "Release"? Compare the two, they sound reaaaally similar to me.....

 

well, they sound really similar......can you say, copycat?!
freakymetalchik's was posted awile back....

 

i dont copy freakymetalchik...me and her are good friends in real life...so idk who the hell you are saying i copy people...i dont we think A LOT alike...we are practically sisters...despite the fact we look nothing alike...so dont say i copy anyone...i wrote this myself after a really horrible week so unless you know me then dont say shit

 

^ thanks for the good comments...i dont know why someone would trash me like this...

 

if i didnt say she copied me, why would someone else say it?...

 

Second Rate

You are never going to be good enough
though you'll try to fit into perfection
yet another person will be better
and your attempt will be forgotten agian.

You are not pretty enough
though you style your hair perfectly
you wear slutty clothes, as society suggests,
still you're second rate.

You are not smart enough
you have basic common sense
and your wisedom is amazing
but still you're second rate.

You are not thin enough
you starve youself
and pop deit pills
but still you're second rate.

You are still not enough
you will never be enough for anyone
just another mistake brought into the world
and again you're second rate.

 

The End of it All
​

Tick...Tick...Tick...Tick...Tick...​

five seconds closer ​

to the end of this life ​

those five seconds bring ​

death, tears, heart break,​

loss, love, lust, friendships,​

those five seconds​

cause the whole world ​

to crash together​

​

BAM! ​

​

the world ends...​

or merely starts agian. ​

 

THE END OF IT ALL :applause: 'Nough said!


critisizim:
[in case you haven't noticed, you regularly transpose the i and a in "again". Probably typo stuff. Check both poems.]

 

I will enjoy reading this thread as you add to it. I too love the line about the tiny bullet and also these two.

As always, good stuff here. Looking forward to more,
Peace,
A.

 

^ thanks guys

 

me and freakymetalchik kinda wrote this one together...i peiced our thoughts and words together into something legable. here it is. Gothika yea i gave her credit for this one cause she actually wrote some of this.

A vampire's nightmare

You wish for the beating of your heart again
you wish to feel once more
but you're stuck in this unfeeling life full of darkness
you desperately want to regain your mortality.

But you cant now and never can agian
for it was stolen all those years ago
and you were left for dead by the very being you've become
you made an oath to yourself not long after your transition to immortality.

An oath not to do what had been done to you
to never make a life tranisiton to a lost being
no matter how much they begged you
and beg they did.

They begged for a life they knew nothing about
they saw your beauty and wanted it
but did they want the numbness, the darkness,
and the hate that went along with it.

 

i wrote this in a heat of pure frustration. Hurt may have had something to do with it too. tell me if you have a good name for it

Dashed
You build up my hopes
just to tear them down
with your lustful deciet.

You befriend me
just to tell me we were wrong
to act in such a way.

So much you ruined in so little time.

 

Pure Hatred towards me

Severe the skin from my flesh
and let my insides escape
defile my broken remains
and wash the blood from you.

Leave my carcus in the road
it begins to decay
no one cares enough to
come looking for me.

There I lay till nothing
is left but this pile of
broken bones and dust
for the birds carry off the rest.

 

another untitled...tell me if you have any ideas for a title.


She lays on the floor
waiting and hoping
someone cares enough
to come along and find her
but no one does
hours pass and still
none come looking.

Hate wells up inside her
as she realizes the truth
of it all, a set tight
expression marks her face,
disgust consumes her mind,
blackness enters her heart
and her soul becomes damned.

 

Love the Vampire poem! Suggested title for the first untitled poem, post #17: "DASHED"