.::Random Poems::.

[Shiningami]

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PLEASE DON'T

Please don't tell me not to cry.
Please don't say there was a reason why.
You don't know what I'm feeling,
Or how much I hurt.
The wet spots are from tears on the collar of this shirt.
You think I should go on with life,
Forget about it and be strong.
But deep down I am sad, and don't want to go along.
I don't expect you to understand why,
For no appearent reason I break down and start to cry.
My life has changed forever, you see,
And that's why I'm not acting like the same ol' me.
So please don't try and act like nothing happened,
Because it's changed my life forever,
I will never be the same again,
Not today, not tomorrow, but never.
The best thing you can do for me is just be there.
Just like always, my friend.
My broken heart is hurting bad,
And it will never mend.


The Point And The Box

Is there a point to life?
Is there a point to this stupid poem?
This life is so:
Deranged, strange, and out of place.

Sometimes I freak out at the mirror,
relflecting the face of:
cuts and gashes,
pain and slashes,
happenings of the unbearable,
holding of the unsharable.
Secrets that bind my life in.

Horror and Sadness
Insanity and Madness.
Hurt and Suffer,
No time to buffer
the edges of
the box that never closes.

But when it does,
it will never open again.



Screams

We all scream, most of us inside.
Outside is another world.
A neighbor fills her television dinner,
With too much pepper and screams.
A woman stabs her door with a sword.
Another, overweight, steps in the shower,
And screams 'fat, fat, FAT!'
A man who takes flying lessons
Soars high in teh clouds to scream.
Another dives to the bottom of his pool,
Where he screams underwater.
A friend cleans his gun, screaming 'Assassin!'
I like an interior, smiling scream.
When you walk past me on the street,
I nod my head to you, and, smiling, scream.
You never hear me through the smile,
The insdise scream has no echo.



*MY PERSONAL FAVORITE*
The Perfect Rose

A single flower he sent me, since we met.
Tenderly, his messenger he chose,
Deep hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet,
One Perfect Rose.

I knew the language of the floweret,
"My fragile leaves," It said, "his heart enclose."
Love long has taken for his amulet,
One Perfect Rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet,
One perfect limousine, so you suppose?
Ah no, it's always my luck to get,
One Perfect Rose.



Love At First Sight

I never was struck before that hour,
With love so sudden and sweet.
His smile bloomed like a sweet flower,
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, as deathly pale,
My legs refused to walk away.
And when he looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

Then my blood rushed to my face,
And I took my eye sight away,
The trees and bushes around the place,
Seemed midnight at midday.
I oculd not see a thing,
Words from my eyes did start,
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt around my heart.

Are flowers the winters choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
He seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know,
I never saw so sweet a face,
As the one I stood before,
My heart has left it's dwelling place,
And won't return anymore.