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Post by gem on Sept 14, 2005 21:58:14 GMT -5
Wow, I really am sorry about your friend. Over the summers, I spend a week as a counselor at a camp for young children with cancer... It's pretty sad, but at the same time, it's happy because it's a chance for the kids to have fun and forget about being sick. It's a really cool thing to be a part of. Anyway, both of those poems had some great depth. I really liked them.
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Sept 15, 2005 16:42:01 GMT -5
That's really good to do gem. I wrote these poems in the middle of the day. I was depressed. The first one doesn't have a name, but the second one is called Crawling into Depression.
I try so hard not to think of you,
but your image is in my head,
I try not to want to talk to you,
but I think of you even as I lie in my bed.
When I sleep, you haunt my dreams,
and when I wake you're still here it seems,
why can't my heart just move on,
I want to, but it feels too wrong.
My heart cries out to hear your voice,
do you want to see my, it's still your choice,
in the dark I cry out for you,
will you take my hand or ignore me like you do,
your now blanket stare towards me,
shakes me to the bone unchantingly,
I'll never stop loving you,
tell me, do you love me too?
Crawling into Depression
Darkness taking over my life,
the depression, the pain, the tears, the strife,
slowly killing me,
those people hurting me don't see,
I'm driving slowly into hell,
no one knows I'm not doing well,
the mask I wear, I'm dependent on,
my heart, my life, we never get along.
Despite the pain, I try to fight on,
thought down in myself, I know I don't belong,
hiding in the darkness, it wasn't my choice,
but when I talk, they mock my outspoken voice,
so in the darkness is where I hide,
afraid to open the door, afraid to go outside,
see the light of better known days,
leave my life, leave my ways,
telling me to go is like telling me to die,
I'll cower in fear, on the floor I'll lie,
I'm a coward, a freak, a human revolation,
that's why I'm crawling deeper into depression.
I was more depressed when I wrote the second poem. I'm going to stop writing them for a while so I can let my muse build up.
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Post by superdavefumc on Sept 15, 2005 18:04:19 GMT -5
thanks for the support, you guys. he just went back to school yesterday, and he seems to be doing much better.
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Sept 15, 2005 19:01:46 GMT -5
That's good!
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Post by theubu on Sept 19, 2005 5:05:01 GMT -5
Man! All your guy's poetry is awesome! I totally suck at all forms of poetry but I thought I'd give this a shot. I wrote a few of poems (All free verse because there's no way to fail doing that) when my muse attacked with a vengence. They're TT related so I'd like to hear your thoughts on them. You
Sometimes I wonder
I wonder why I get up in the morning
Why do I even bother?
Life is hard and cruel
A gaping wound created a lifetime ago,
It is the only constant
All I know is pain
I pray for it to end daily,
Yet I wake to the pain every morning
No matter how had life is,
No matter how many times I fall,
I will always have to rise
It is the same every day
I’ve lost my will to go on though
If I fall again I do not know if I will rise
Every time I see you
I feel a spark inside
Something that tells me “Hold on!”
So I do
I hold on with all I have left
My strength is no more
But still I hold on
The will and strength to go on is borrowed
You are the reason I get up every morning
You make the pain go away
You make life worth living
You are the reason I rise every time I fall
You are my will, my strength
It is you that makes me go on
The funny thing is,
You don’t even know it. I’m Sorry
I punish myself for what I’ve done
The things I’ve done to my friends
The things I’ve done to myself
And most of all
The things I’ve done to you
I’m ashamed of how I hurt you
To know I’ve made you cry
It makes me want to end myself
I hurt myself in turn
I let the blood flow
And I shed tears as it trickles
Not for the pain though
For I can no longer feel the pain
It is meaningless
I cry knowing I’ve done wrong
Done you wrong
I want to fix it I truly do
But I only make things worse
So I bring more pain to myself
My scars and bruises are testament
Testament to the apology I can never seem to say
I dream of ending my pain
It would be so easy
My suffering would be over
As would your suffering at my hands
But that is a lie
My own selfishness would hurt you all
And if I did end it all
I still would hurt you
And I would have no way to punish myself
You mean more to me than the world
Yet I cannot tell you
And I do not know why
I know no other way to say it
So let this speak the words I cannot
I’m sorry
For what I’ve said
For what I’ve done
For how I’ve hurt you
For how I’ve never apologized
But what I am most sorry for
Is how I love you
I’ve said it
I love you
But for all the pain I’ve caused you
I could never deserve yours in return
Do not cry for what I’ve said
My words of anger hold no truth
I’d rather die a thousand deaths
Than hear you cry again
So please believe me when I say
I’m sorry I Fall
I’m falling
And there’s nothing to hold on to
Deeper and deeper into it I plummet
This despair is a pitch-black pit
All I know is my feeling of failure
And still I fall
I try to look happy
Tell a joke so you don’t worry
But it’s a lie
Sometimes I think you can see through me
Other times it’s like you don’t even know me
And still I fall
The others don’t know
They don’t understand
Not the way you can
Yet I wonder
What does it matter if this consumes me?
This pit is bottomless
I’ve all but lost sight of the surface
And still I fall
I want you to smile
It’s all that will bring light to the darkness
But you can’t
The fault is mine though
For that is what you are not allowed
It must hurt in the worst way
I try anyway
And still I fall
It’s almost time
The last of the light is fading
You are the only one who can light this darkness
But I’m only bound to take you down with me
And still I fall
I’ll say farewell but you won’t understand why
It’s not your fault
What I now do is out of desperation
Please be well without me
This I must do myself
So still I fall
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Sept 19, 2005 6:35:43 GMT -5
Wow, that's great!
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Post by superdavefumc on Sept 19, 2005 15:15:52 GMT -5
ubu, don't diss your own work. you're doing fine. bad news, though... my friend is back in the hospital. low iron in his blood. ... i'm worried...  |
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Sept 19, 2005 15:34:33 GMT -5
Oh no, I wish he'll get well soon!
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Post by gem on Sept 21, 2005 20:27:39 GMT -5
Good work ubu. Don't worry, those are great!
Uh-oh. That's not good. I'll pray for your friend, super.
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Post by superdavefumc on Sept 22, 2005 19:05:38 GMT -5
thank you all for your support. i've got two pieces of good news. first, my friend is doing better. second, i've written my first poem dedicated solely to bbXrae. it'll be up when my mom gets home. i left my poem book in the car... anyway, it's a poem of raven's deep thoughts about bb's attempts to get her attention...
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Post by gem on Sept 22, 2005 20:07:17 GMT -5
Hmm... looking forward to that one. I'm glad to hear that your friend's doing better.
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Post by superdavefumc on Sept 23, 2005 14:50:51 GMT -5
sorry i didn't post the poem last night. my mom was out late, and i forgot. sorry.  anyway, the poem's called "Tough Love" |
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Post by superdavefumc on Sept 23, 2005 14:54:50 GMT -5
Tough Love
It's called tough love
For a reason, my dear Beast Boy.
It's love hidden in hate,
Like the famed horse of Troy.
I say your jokes are stupid,
But I'm secretly laughing inside.
Your manners are quite humorous,
But my feelings I must hide.
I've never truly known expression,
Outside of my biting sarcasm,
But every time I see your face,
My heart lets out a little spasm.
I may abuse and threaten you,
But it truly hurts my heart.
To know that I have to crush your
Attempts, before you can even start.
I know you try so very hard,
And it pleases me to truly know,
That we will not part ways,
Neither will ever have to go.
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Post by gem on Sept 25, 2005 14:01:37 GMT -5
Awww, that was nice. Put a little smile on my face.  |
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Post by bogbrush on Oct 13, 2005 2:53:18 GMT -5
Man! All your guy's poetry is awesome! I totally suck at all forms of poetry but I thought I'd give this a shot. I wrote a few of poems (All free verse because there's no way to fail doing that) when my muse attacked with a vengence. They're TT related so I'd like to hear your thoughts on them. You
Sometimes I wonder
I wonder why I get up in the morning
Why do I even bother?
Life is hard and cruel
A gaping wound created a lifetime ago,
It is the only constant
All I know is pain
I pray for it to end daily,
Yet I wake to the pain every morning
No matter how had life is,
No matter how many times I fall,
I will always have to rise
It is the same every day
I’ve lost my will to go on though
If I fall again I do not know if I will rise
Every time I see you
I feel a spark inside
Something that tells me “Hold on!”
So I do
I hold on with all I have left
My strength is no more
But still I hold on
The will and strength to go on is borrowed
You are the reason I get up every morning
You make the pain go away
You make life worth living
You are the reason I rise every time I fall
You are my will, my strength
It is you that makes me go on
The funny thing is,
You don’t even know it. I’m Sorry
I punish myself for what I’ve done
The things I’ve done to my friends
The things I’ve done to myself
And most of all
The things I’ve done to you
I’m ashamed of how I hurt you
To know I’ve made you cry
It makes me want to end myself
I hurt myself in turn
I let the blood flow
And I shed tears as it trickles
Not for the pain though
For I can no longer feel the pain
It is meaningless
I cry knowing I’ve done wrong
Done you wrong
I want to fix it I truly do
But I only make things worse
So I bring more pain to myself
My scars and bruises are testament
Testament to the apology I can never seem to say
I dream of ending my pain
It would be so easy
My suffering would be over
As would your suffering at my hands
But that is a lie
My own selfishness would hurt you all
And if I did end it all
I still would hurt you
And I would have no way to punish myself
You mean more to me than the world
Yet I cannot tell you
And I do not know why
I know no other way to say it
So let this speak the words I cannot
I’m sorry
For what I’ve said
For what I’ve done
For how I’ve hurt you
For how I’ve never apologized
But what I am most sorry for
Is how I love you
I’ve said it
I love you
But for all the pain I’ve caused you
I could never deserve yours in return
Do not cry for what I’ve said
My words of anger hold no truth
I’d rather die a thousand deaths
Than hear you cry again
So please believe me when I say
I’m sorry I Fall
I’m falling
And there’s nothing to hold on to
Deeper and deeper into it I plummet
This despair is a pitch-black pit
All I know is my feeling of failure
And still I fall
I try to look happy
Tell a joke so you don’t worry
But it’s a lie
Sometimes I think you can see through me
Other times it’s like you don’t even know me
And still I fall
The others don’t know
They don’t understand
Not the way you can
Yet I wonder
What does it matter if this consumes me?
This pit is bottomless
I’ve all but lost sight of the surface
And still I fall
I want you to smile
It’s all that will bring light to the darkness
But you can’t
The fault is mine though
For that is what you are not allowed
It must hurt in the worst way
I try anyway
And still I fall
It’s almost time
The last of the light is fading
You are the only one who can light this darkness
But I’m only bound to take you down with me
And still I fall
I’ll say farewell but you won’t understand why
It’s not your fault
What I now do is out of desperation
Please be well without me
This I must do myself
So still I fall
Forever alone I know that they're all uber crappy but please be gentle Shut up UBU, your work is great! Don't diss your work, its good |
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