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Post by xonewingedanglex on Jul 5, 2007 23:29:07 GMT
how i would like 2 rember you
id like to rember the days we had fun all i can rembr is sickness idk like to rember when you were the stong man ive hard about The strongest i rember you is with a cane struggling to get around a house i wish i could say ive seen you in your biker gear ready for the ride of your life the only thing i rember is the hawian t- shit u wore 2 your grave i wish i could hold onto the good memories like every one else i wish o knew you before aids i only knew you after I wish i could forget that day in school when my dad picked me up from school ill never forget the feeling something was rong i wish the sight of you dieing in that hosiptol bed the sight of u lying there your wild spirt contained I wish i could lose the image of your want for freedom in ur eyes
how id like to rember you is the man you would have been not captured by this diese. all i can rember is the strugle you had the last years of your like
howd id like to rember you is only what i can imagine
ok i no this is a rele bad poem its the first ive written after 2003 mi bf found my old stuff and thought it was great (its atchuly rele crappy writing) so i promised him id try. i no it sux soo... any comments
R.I.P. uncle jimmy loved as a son brother uncle and friend
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Post by lanaia74 on Jul 7, 2007 10:23:59 GMT
This was not crappy, actually it was VERY well done!
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Post by xonewingedanglex on Jul 7, 2007 15:22:50 GMT
thx i just wrote it off the top of mi head.........
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Post by paperpharie23 on Sept 16, 2007 18:38:35 GMT
Very nice. Never put yourself down on your writing, it's your feelings and you're expressing them, that is called art, and all art is beautiful
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Post by xonewingedanglex on Sept 17, 2007 19:42:40 GMT
thats not what most ppl say
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Post by xonewingedanglex on Sept 17, 2007 23:56:19 GMT
The loner
im the one that always alone sitting in her room whising she had friends that would play with her to one day it happend some one grabbed her in a way she couldent say no she would get killed if he didnt have his way now shes there all alone afraid to tell her family abarresed of what happend she tells no one eventualy she hardens starts to push everyone away till the day that a boy comes in a very special way he shows her things no one should do soon she becomes an addict to him to then the boy get tired so he moves on know the girls alone and way worse than before seperated from reality she seeks a comfort source if she only knew she was just making things worse now shes a mess only 12 years old ready to commit suicide and hoping her story will be told so here i am now telling it for her if only she could c how easy it is to take your life in you own hands and not just be that girl over there that know one will talk to
R.I.P sarah
If you could read this now id want you to know ive made it through i only wish that you could have to.I miss you.
P.S. Live like todays your last day
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Post by xonewingedanglex on Sept 27, 2007 11:17:05 GMT
Why wory about the future when you cant forget your past they things youve done the stuff youve said the lives youve seen destroyed
Y have a dream when youve lost all hope promises broken loves lost same lost forever
Y look back when you cant imagine being there in thr future never can rember a good time so why would you want to rember
Y keep living when you have no reason no ones there your all alone
Sometimes it feels life the world out to get me
maby its time i stop fighting back
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Post by wowposter on Nov 13, 2008 13:27:20 GMT
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