All Life Long

The snow is falling..
This is not snow...
It is ash..
The riots building in the streets...
I stand there puzzled..
Thinking "Is this the world I live in?"...

The boundaries which divide life from death are ar best shawdowy and vague.Who shall say where one ends, and the other begins?

"...good point..." went the goblin now

I stand with tears streaming donw my face....
I stare into cold eyes yet feel safe...
As I back away...
I see him out strech his arm...
It smacks me...
My glasses falll with a sad clatter....
And I relize that I am not needed...
As I walk off i hear gun shot..
I fall in to darkness..
Satisfied....
Killed by the one of the people who hurts me most...
Ill miss you love....


I know it sux.....

No Escape

My cries are heard around the world...
As the shadows hide me....
My pale skin is stained with tears...
My whispers only to be caught by the wind..
"Why?" "Why?" "I love you but now I must go."
I close my eyes only to let the chill of the dark take me...
I still ask "Why?" ......

I stand with tears streaming down my face....
I stare into cold eyes yet feel safe...
As I back away...
I see him out stretch his arm...
It smacks me...
My glasses fall with a sad clatter....
And I realize that I am not needed...
As I walk off i hear gun shot..
I fall in to darkness..
Satisfied....
Killed by the one of the people who hurts me most...
Ill miss you love....

-lilM-

Hmm.. Interesting photo....But ehhh.....

O.o o.O

The faces turned to the shattered recluse, I care they cry but alas they repeatedly stare in silence, calm down from this pain, now drops the only chance, bring back what i have lost when lost it's not but gone, hold them dear, every meaning has a song, with every song a meaning, the pitter patter of the water drops hitting the sidewalk compose a symphany of whimsical splendour, bring forth, the conjured will i have yet to lose, to find.

("...what image does your poem conjure then, picture it then, conversely look at a picture and ask what its saying, and after a while, a bridge is formed and you change from "just listening and talking" but to actually seeing the poem too, promise..." said the goblin as a friend now, adding "...that's why most "live writers" find pictures for their posts, not for the reader's sake, no, it is to evolve an illustrator's eye now...")

i see the people in the city watching....


feel teh words foolz....FEEL THEM!!!!

I post only my feelings..My hate...And my love... I picture this poem as a life long lession...Like...

("...that is amazing, you have found a gem of a picture, which poem is it for now..." asked the goblin)

No escape....

not only a lesson but a session.....think......hourly, weekly, tick tock...hm....i am startled by myself.

But if tommorows yesterday whats it yesterday tommorow?
I often blow my mind thinking about sessions of times...

today simply

^_^


I am a reclusive person...me no likey society...but i r has to.

frowny face


XD

I will be part of society when I have to be even though I hate that....
I love people but dont get me wrong I still hate alot...
I am happy to hear you are not like society. )

i am not like society at all however, i help create it...fancy that

XD


but i grow tired of its worrisome tasks....dont get me wrong, i can understand certain people...just not all...

Lolz.. I have grew tired of how society treats the younge ... We have opinions to...

...but we are too young to have oppinions...


hint hint....<sarcasm>


LOLZ

I feeel as though I have done something wrong to society... This worlds seems to hatee me because I am still younge

My tears glide down my face...
I can't help but cry...
Until...
She came...
I cried and cried...
Until she found me....
She looked at me and said...
"Dear,Please don't cry"
I stopped just to see her smile....
But one night I saw her cry....
I felt as if some one had pulled my heart out...
I tried to comfort her...
But now I can't she need more than just my comfort but...
My trust...To let her know I am here...
My love...To make it easier to come to me..
My hand...To whipe her tears...
My soul...To make her relieze she is my life...
My life...The only thing that keeps me from crying...
The only thing to keep me from dieing.
My friend...My sister...My role model...Most importantly my love...


What is this feeling...I do not understand this but it is true...I feel this but I don't understand why it is happening...