Wow, thanks I didn't think anyone was gonna read my poems anymore. I appreciate you stopping to read them.
not bad! (how come you posted so many times? Is there some kind of word limit to the pos? I'm confused)
I already talked to a few of the mods and told them that I'm just doing it to make it a little more organized. That and if someone really likes one of the poems they can quote it then say what they will about it.
I love ur writing soooooo much, would you mind if I tried putting up a album/lyric book up on the LPA? I think its a great idea. Copying is a form of flattery!
Schooling: I never really knew how to trust myself. Never really knew how to see the signs. So to feel nothing but do it all, Equals no emtions at all. Then add in a new equation. Multiply the deeply sighs while subtracting all other thoughts. This equals out to a new life. A new sight. A new answer. Now I know my feelings, The things I'll no longer deny. No more allowings of violation None of the little boy lies. I'm old enough to know the betters, To hold within my morals that no man can touch. This is my body, This is my heart. This is me. This is not you, And this is what will be. I care about my friends only And respect those who approach slowly. Wink at my secret crushes, Kiss him with all lushes! Never thought I'd ever end up back in middle school. Never thought I'd play that part again. It isn't written in a note, Isn't set in stone on a porch. My friend said it all. Damn, I'm little again. Thank you.
Myself: Have you ever felt, That you've lost yourself? Looking in the mirror Seeing a face but nothing there. Almost at a loss, Almost at a fork, Twisting around about to begin, Allowing faithlessness to your own. Then by fate, By the stars and the night, You're able to discover Begin your own fate. Can you stand to face your fears? Can you even hold back any tears? Seeing that it's all your fault, One time you'll see it. Just don't get so nauseated Thinking about yourself. Stab a knife through the brain, Make sure not to leave any blood stains. Slit your arms or scar the skin, Eat nothing to make the body thin. Do you really hate what you see that much? Too even dieing at a touch. An angel will singing in pitty, Who'd want to even give you empathy? Just burn the top layer, Burn it down and walk away. But it down and walk away. Smells so rank... Why do I think this of myself?
You're a reminder of why this world is just like hell. You're a reminder of why I try to do better than well. Now you're touching me, (Something that shouldn't be.) So why this happens anyway, Is something I can't even begin to explain. What engages the mind, How and what to find, ___________________ I'll have to write the rest later, I gotta get off the computer.
So I've seen the remarks Heard the events. Best of both and they betray their friends. How can they say this all, Then hold my hand and kiss my neck? _______________________________ Eh, writers block. I hate that sh*t.
-Discriptive Documentation by Danielle (me) Please don't ever let this happen to you: I can hardly even type the details so for a long story short this is what happened: I was molested again today. He kept trying to take off my shirt then unbuttoned my bra. I kept the mood simple saying, "Nooo, you can't do that," so that he wouldn't go apeshit on me..... I started crying as soon as I left trying my best to sort things through my head and looking through my phone book to see who I could talk to. I called Courtney but I didn't find comfort there, so I called Kevin which was fine for me. I started crying almost unable to utter the words of what happened. Brian was another one I called but he wasn't of any help at all. He said "sorry" and that was the extent of it.... I hate living, I hate being myself and I'm at the point where I really do just wish to die. How funny this bullshit is that everything just came crashing down again, funny how life was so nice to taught me then shoot down my little birdies of happiness. I thought that things would change, that I had found peace and a place I could call home. I was wrong, sorely wrong. Within the two months I have been here, three times have I already been molested by three "men" that said they respect girls.... well this last one didn't say anything of the sort. *sighs* I'm still in a state of just shock.... I can't think, I don't even want to talk nor even really move. If I could do any of the sort I'd ask for Dan to be here because he's a guy that'll make me just act happy then turn it into a sort of fun time. At this very moment though? I'm daming the tears behind my eyes shaking almost.... hardly even able to type any sort of emotion. ..... .... ... .. .
Om my god!! That's terrible!! :angry: I can't believe that happened... I really don't know what to say . I know peolpe say this all the time when your down or sad (believe me, I know). But if you want to talk... I'm there. Keep on writing. We want to see more of your good work*thumbs up*
I dont know what to say. honestly. Oh god, oh god.... you live with this and actualy find courage to talk about you are a better person than i will ever be.