Some poetry

This page will have poetry written by myself and my friends.

                                                                                                   Scars By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                  I sit alone in my dark room

                                                                                                  A heart of stone and no soul

                                                                                                 I look down at my hands and arms

                                                                                                 I see scars and pain

                                                                                                 But inside there are more scars

                                                                                                 And more signs of pain and hurt

                                                                                                Which no one will ever see

                                                                                                 Lost By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                Some call me mean

                                                                                                Some call me heartless

                                                                                                Some call me cruel

                                                                                                But the truth is

                                                                                                I am none of those

                                                                                                I am just lost inside

                                                                                                 In Me  By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                Some see an angel in me

                                                                                                Some see the devil in me

                                                                                                Some see a hurt little girl in me

                                                                                                Some see a strong unbreakable woman in me

                                                                                                Some see a bitch in me

                                                                                                Some see a misunderstood girl in me

                                                                                                The truth is all of those and more

                                                                                                Are in me

                                                                                                No Angel By the Dark Poet

                                                                                               People think I am an angel

                                                                                               If I am an angel

                                                                                               Then I have black and broken wings

                                                                                               A cold stone hard heart

                                                                                               And a dark soul,if any soul

                                                                                              I am no angel,and i will never be an angel

                                                                                               Scarred  By the Dark Poet

                                                                                              I am scarred from my past

                                                                                              I get fresh wounds that will scar

                                                                                              Everyday in the present

                                                                                              And I will be scarred in the future

                                                                                              My heart,my soul,and my being

                                                                                              Are scarred in more ways

                                                                                              Then one and only some of

                                                                                              Those scars show,others cant

                                                                                              Be seen,I will always be scarred

                                                                                                 Dreams By the Dark Poet  

                                                                                                I lay awake at night

                                                                                                My room is dark but I know

                                                                                                If I sleep my dreams are darker

                                                                                                Full of darkness,pain,and hatred

                                                                                                Then when I awake I still

                                                                                                Feel the pain and the darkness is

                                                                                                Still closing in on me and it

                                                                                                Will always be closing in until

                                                                                                I give in to the darkness            

                                                                                                 Hollow Shell By The Dark Poet

                                                                                                 I go through everyday

                                                                                                 As a hollow shell of the girl

                                                                                                I appear to be no one realizes

                                                                                                I am really a hollow shell without

                                                                                                A soul and with a heart that is in a bunch of cold stone

                                                                                                Hard pieces no one realizes

                                                                                                That I am a hollow shell of

                                                                                                A girl or that's how I have always been

                                                                                                 My Own Hell By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                 I go around with darkness

                                                                                                 Following me and I am slowly dieing

                                                                                                 Inside and burning inside I go

                                                                                                 Through my own hell everyday

                                                                                                 But I never get out and I

                                                                                                 Never will and I might give in

                                                                                                 To the darkness and give up

                                                                                                 On everything,because of my own hell

                                                                                                 Why By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                 I have no talent

                                                                                                 I am hated by most

                                                                                                 I have scars everywhere

                                                                                                 My past is messed up,at least the parts

                                                                                                 I remember are

                                                                                                 So I ask myself

                                                                                                 Why am I here

                                                                                                 Why do I put up with pain

                                                                                                 Why do most people hate me

                                                                                                 Why have I forgotten parts of my past

                                                                                                 Do I have to die or give in

                                                                                                 To the darkness to answer these

                                                                                                 Questions that haunt me

                                                                                                 Day and night

                                                                                                 Most of all if I give in to

                                                                                                 The darkness will I give up on

                                                                                                 Everything and not care about

                                                                                                 The answers and if I die

                                                                                                 I won't get answers but at

                                                                                                 Least there will be no more

                                                                                                 Pain and no more scars,at

                                                                                                 Least I hope that if I choose

                                                                                                 To die that there will be no more pain or scars

                                                                                                  Pain By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                  I will always have scars

                                                                                                  You can never take away the scars

                                                                                                  I am in pain in more ways then one

                                                                                                  Most only make the pain worse

                                                                                                  And few can numb the pain

                                                                                                  I lay awake a night in pain

                                                                                                  During the day I look down and

                                                                                                  See the scars and fresh wounds

                                                                                                  The darkness is around me

                                                                                                  Like a blanket,cutting off my air

                                                                                                  When I am alone I am in a pit of despair

                                                                                                  The tears fall like a bitter rain

                                                                                                  And I doubt that will ever change

                                                                                                    Dark Tunnel By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                   Everyday I walk down a dark tunnel

                                                                                                   I can see the light at the end

                                                                                                   Yet I never reach it

                                                                                                   I have walked down that tunnel

                                                                                                   All my life and have never reached

                                                                                                   The end I don't think I will

                                                                                                   Ever reach the end so I think

                                                                                                   I should give up on reaching

                                                                                                   The light at the end of the tunnel

                                                                                                    Death By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                    I think everyday of death

                                                                                                    Little keeps me bound to this place

                                                                                                     And even less to life

                                                                                                    I think,dream,and wait for

                                                                                                    Death so when and how

                                                                                                    Will death come I don't know

                                                                                                    But I hope soon

                                                                                                    Stress By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                    I sit here bored and stressed

                                                                                                    My arm is burning but I don't care

                                                                                                    I look down and see

                                                                                                    Claw marks and cuts

                                                                                                     All fresh from just a minute ago

                                                                                                    Made from my own nail and

                                                                                                    A pen yet deep down i don't

                                                                                                    Think its enough but its all

                                                                                                    I can do in school

                                                                                                    I hide it with my sweatshirt

                                                                                                    At home and school

                                                                                                    Few know I do it

                                                                                                    And none not even myself

                                                                                                    Know why I do it

                                                                                                    Give Up By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                    I sit here in class

                                                                                                    I look down my hand is cut up

                                                                                                    And my arm is cut up and scarred

                                                                                                    Yet I don't care

                                                                                                    I am not doing my work

                                                                                                    I feel like there is no point

                                                                                                    In it I feel like I should

                                                                                                    Give up yet something

                                                                                                    Is keeping me going

                                                                                                    I don't know what

                                                                                                    Or maybe i do but

                                                                                                    I won't admit it

                                                                                                    I won't admit who or that

                                                                                                    Anyone is keeping me

                                                                                                    From giving up everything

                                                                                                    Or that they keep me alive

                                                                                                     At times

                                                                                                      Bloodlust By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                      Anger and hatred

                                                                                                      Wanting to kill

                                                                                                      The blood lust on me

                                                                                                      Yet I mustn't fulfill

                                                                                                      My lust for blood

                                                                                                      I must control myself

                                                                                                      My blood is boiling in my vains

                                                                                                      It makes me want to see

                                                                                                     Blood even if its my own blood

                                                                                                   Pissed off By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                   I sit here pissed off

                                                                                                   My temper is short

                                                                                                   My anger is strong

                                                                                                   I hate my teacher

                                                                                                   I want him dead

                                                                                                   I would gladly kill him

                                                                                                   If I had the chance

                                                                                                   And I would make it

                                                                                                   A long slow painful death

                                                                                                   Just wait his time will

                                                                                                   Come and it will be fun

                                                                                                    For me to do or watch

                                                                                                    But not fun for him at all

                                                                                                    Which just makes it better

                                                                                                    Tears By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                    I sit here

                                                                                                    Feeling alone and abandoned

                                                                                                    I try to hold back tears

                                                                                                    Yet against my will

                                                                                                    The tears fall like bitter rain

                                                                                                    I don't know how

                                                                                                    To make them stop

                                                                                                    But at this point

                                                                                                    I don't care

                                                                                                    I give up on life

                                                                                                    No one cares

                                                                                                    Cause my life is

                                                                                                    Full heartache

                                                                                                    Pain and tears

                                                                                                    So I sit here

                                                                                                    And wait for death

                                                                                                    Lose Control By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                    Blood boiling

                                                                                                    Anger raising

                                                                                                    The will to control

                                                                                                    Myself is slowly slipping

                                                                                                    Away but I keep

                                                                                                    Trying for

                                                                                                    If I lose control

                                                                                                    It will be bad

                                                                                                    But I'm starting

                                                                                                    Not to care

                                                                                                    For I can only

                                                                                                    Take so much

                                                                                                    Crap before

                                                                                                    I lose control

                                                                                                  No One By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                  Sitting here alone

                                                                                                  I try to stop the tears

                                                                                                  But they fall anyway

                                                                                                  Like a bitter rain

                                                                                                  Down my face

                                                                                                  I feel all alone in the world

                                                                                                  With no one to hold me while i cry

                                                                                                  No one to wipe away the tears i cry

                                                                                                  No one to tell me its gonna be alright

                                                                                                  No one to give me hope

                                                                                                  No one to bring me out of this pit of despair

                                                                                                  I think bitterly why not kill myself and call it good

                                                                                                  Then i realize its because that's the cowards way out

                                                                                                  I will deal with all the pain,heartache,loneliness,hatred,and bitterness

                                                                                                  That fills my world until it is truly

                                                                                                  My time to die but i cant help hoping

                                                                                                  At times that it comes soon but until then

                                                                                                  I remain in pain

                                                                                                  My Unknown Past By the Dark Poet

                                                                                                  I stand alone

                                                                                                  Then someone touches me

                                                                                                  I hiss in fear and jump away

                                                                                                  Someone comes toward me

                                                                                                  I back away and try to hide in the shadows

                                                                                                  Someone talks to me

                                                                                                  I keep quiet with my head down

                                                                                                  Then I am alone once more

                                                                                                   I wonder to myself

                                                                                                   Why am I like this

                                                                                                   What has happened to make me like this

                                                                                                   What happened to me

                                                                                                   In my past which

                                                                                                   I don't remember much of

                                                                                                   Something happened to me

                                                                                                   In my past yet

                                                                                                   I only remember small parts of my past

                                                                                                   So I don't think I

                                                                                                   I will ever remember what happened

                                                                                                   In my unknown past to make me like this

                                                                                                    My Mask By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                    Almost everyday

                                                                                                    I get called

                                                                                                   A total bitch

                                                                                                   But i think

                                                                                                   If only they knew

                                                                                                  How wrong they are

                                                                                                  What they see is

                                                                                                  The mask i wear

                                                                                                   And the mask that

                                                                                                  Hides the emotional scars

                                                                                                  I wear the mask

                                                                                                  I made during my younger years

                                                                                                  Few know there's a mask

                                                                                                  And even fewer

                                                                                                  See whats behind it

                                                                                                  Can't Sleep By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                  Another night where

                                                                                                  I cant sleep

                                                                                                  Time creeps by

                                                                                                  Books lay everywhere

                                                                                                  I tried reading

                                                                                                  It didn't help

                                                                                                  Notebooks and pens lay everywhere

                                                                                                  I tried writing

                                                                                                  It didn't work

                                                                                                  Nothing helps soothe me

                                                                                                  I don't dare open the blinds

                                                                                                  I feel eyes on me yet again

                                                                                                  This will be

                                                                                                  Another night where

                                                                                                  I cant sleep

                                                                                                  1 Guy By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                  I wanted

                                                                                                  1 guy

                                                                                                  That i knew

                                                                                                  I could trust

                                                                                                  With my life

                                                                                                  1 guy

                                                                                                  I could always

                                                                                                  Talk to

                                                                                                  1 guy

                                                                                                  I could always

                                                                                                  Be myself around

                                                                                                  1 guy

                                                                                                  That will always

                                                                                                  Be there for me

                                                                                                  1 guy

                                                                                                  I can show

                                                                                                  Whats behind the mask

                                                                                                  And i found him

                                                                                                  He is my father

                                                                                                  EmperorNeph

                                                                                                  1 Girl By the Dark Poet 

                                                                                                  I wanted

                                                                                                  1 girl

                                                                                                  I knew i could

                                                                                                  Always trust

                                                                                                  1 girl

                                                                                                  That wouldn't ever

                                                                                                  Stab me in the back

                                                                                                  1 girl

                                                                                                  That is always

                                                                                                  There for me

                                                                                                  1 girl

                                                                                                  That can never

                                                                                                  Annoy me

                                                                                                  1 girl

                                                                                                  That i will

                                                                                                  Always listen to

                                                                                                  1 girl

                                                                                                  That i can always

                                                                                                  Be honest with

                                                                                                   And i found her

                                                                                                  She is my mother

                                                                                                  PrincessLilOne

                                                                                                  Carry On By Adrian 

                                                                                                 I was here

                                                                                                 Now I'm gone

                                                                                                 I left my name to carry on

                                                                                                 Those who know me

                                                                                                 Know me well

                                                                                                 Those who don't

                                                                                                 Go to hell

                                                                                                 Poem To Confuse You By Karissa 

                                                                                                You can never take the scars away

                                                                                                Only numb the pain

                                                                                                The darkness is besides, yet

                                                                                                Not in rain

                                                                                                If for a second or more

                                                                                                Will the cold calm my sore

                                                                                                I can no longer deny

                                                                                                We all have to die

                                                                                                So leave the world, and

                                                                                                Relieve your wounds

                                                                                                Cause we all will be gone soon

                                                                                                For A Moment By  Karissa

                                                                                                For a moment I forgot who I was

                                                                                                I lie awake, is my life at stake

                                                                                                I feel no sorrow or regrets,

                                                                                                I forgot the ones who I  detest

                                                                                                Who am I, I'm in a daze

                                                                                                Right now I end my days

                                                                                                I see my body on my bed,

                                                                                                With a bullet wound in my head

                                                                                                Someone's laugh I hear,

                                                                                                "Now you are dead"

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