I asked what’s worse than death,
You say people that help you survive.
You say: “ I don’t feel anything anymore.”
You make every one out to be your enemy,
But your enemy itself is you!
You say that none of us care,
When it’s you that don’t care.
You say that none of us love you,
When it’s you that doesn’t love yourself.
You say you have a very empty feeling,
When you are the only one that can fill it.
You say we broke you down emotionally,
When it was you, yourself who did it,
By not talking about the things that bothered you.
You say: “ I can’t go on.”
When you know you can, with help, make it.
You feel sorry for yourself,
When you should feel sorry for those who love you.
You only think of yourself and you don’t
See the suffer in the eyes of other.
To me she died a few days ago.
To me you are a total stranger.
My heart is struck with sorrow
For the monster she become destroyed
Everything good that’s left.
To me you are a nobody,
Because she would never have done
What sorrow you did.
To me you don’t exist,
For she would never destroy
What’s good in life.
If only she could be here,
She would clean up the destruction
If she was here
She would have thought of us and never
Cause so much sorrow.
You know time choose you,
You can not choose time.
For time and place and how
Is special itself.
Why put yourself through so much,
Pain, when it is not your time to go.
Where is home: heaven, earth or hell,
How would you know?
You sound and act so pathetic,
She would never have done that.
Why should I feel sorry for you.
It is only you, you care about.
I’ll rather weep for the person you hide
Just to become a self-conscious monster
When it’s only you that can stop.
ive got hurt feelings ive got hurt feelings. it hurts our feelings when you say were not wrappers were wrappers. some people say wrappers are invincible were vincible. ive got hurt feelings ive got hurt feelings. i ask my friends to post on my poems but they just say behind my back that its close to terrible. ive got hurt feelings ive got hurt feelings. have you ever been told that you dont write poems. I WRITE POEMS you just dont know what poetry is. it is whatever comes from the heart! ive got hurt feelings ive got hurt feelings.
The forest might not be mine,
But in my dreams i still cross that line.
my memories cant be forgotten
as i picture animals getting rotten.
I still want to hunt with pain,
but not to dream with any blood stain.
No to hunting,taking all animals as a pet
I hold them with care without a bullet,
though I have a meal without flesh
is like drinking water which is not fresh.
my career is no longer to kill,
But to watch the forest from a hill
My last words as I hunt no more
As I enjoy nature by the shore.
With her head held low
I can see her pain within
Her broken wings lay shattered
She suffers with your sin
She has tried to help you
And lead you drom temptation
This one last sin
To which there is no redemption
It's not just your soul that has gone
You've taken her's as well
Learn to love again
Believe in yourself and leave your hell.
Small by all accounts the mind transfers-
Philosophy, towards our better judgement
Which either way, decides when it occurs,
Helps make our bias seem like some resent
Courageous does a swaying close to tender
Within the deepest consciousness of tilt,
and choosing is defined but only slender
Oh! For the sake of reason, have I guilt?
If Idon't get to say good bye for one and final time,
then know i've alway's loved you more than anyone could.
And though you are ill and the diseases you have are painful and kill,know God will comfort
you and you'll rest in his arms.
You are my mother who I dearly love,you are my friend and alway's have been.
We've had our cries,we've had our laughs,
we've shared pain,and were both a little insane.
How can I say exactly say how i feel,
when so far away i cannot show you.
I wish i could give you all you deserve,
the moon the stars, and all you dreams,
take away all the pain,the nightmares,and screams.
This reality is all to real,
I want to wake up,call an apeal.
god is who we must call upon,
in times of right,in times of wwrong,in times of joy,and times of pain.
He is the one who can save us all!
Your soul he will rest,now i'm depressed.
Just in case i dont't get to say goodbye.
I wish i could hold you and hug you again soon.
But when i give you this letter it'll be to late,
you will probably be gone.
I sometimes curse life and it's whores,.
You my mother,please know i love you,
i love youi because you've alway's loved me,
in all i have been andand always a friend.
An ear to listen,an eye to see,a hug and a home ,
A mother in all.
times were rough in our growing up,
we didn't have much ,and sometimes very por,
you gave up alot,even the men that raped us.
We our family,barely alive,barely escaped.
Nobody knows of the horror we've endured or seen,
what we've lived,how cruel,how mean.
But we were strong,we made it through it all,
we have survived one and for all.
now your time is coming to rest,
So follow God,He offers his best,
A kingdom full of no pain or hate,
but of much love and joy.
something you so rarely had,
you will soon have.
So take it and be glad,
rejoice and be glad,
You will be in Heaven!
I love you mom!
Crippled by knowing
Freed by a barbed wire
Gashes in my skin
Flight is difficult
But I fly.
Sinking with the wind
Bound for the trees
But not a happy tune
A cracking sound
A gasping breath
Quickly I sink
I want to go back.
But I can’t.
Did I make a mistake?
They let me out
Maybe this time
I really am hurt
Change my course
I’ll sing louder this time.
But they won’t.
Hopping back home
I can’t see it.
Paused for an eternity.
Dirt under my toes.
Red water around me
I can’t fly home.
I’m sorry I left.