A Poem About too Many Girls Written in the Past Month

Published
by
Doubting Thomas
on October 1, 2008
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I feel like
dancing a walktz of moondust.
Trapping this moment in a snow globe,
and every time I feel like shaking things up,
I’ll take us out,
dance,
and let the snow fall.

I feel like,
lord, it’s getin better,
and I’ll dance for you as well,
this is a night
that your poets talk about,
that we pretend
like tomorrow
is the end.

I feel like
being beautifull,
creating beauty,
and never being afriad again.
I won’t be tamed,
my hair stays this long,
I won’t lose faith,
my heart stays this strong.

I feel like,
I’m dreaming,
this is too good to be true,
and I’ve got all these pretty pictures
of me and you,
and all I can do
is burn them,
because I’m not just weak,
I’m scared,
and I feel like I’m bare
every time you look at me,
and I’m not that impressive
so I’m embarrased
when you see.

I feel like
if we could dance a little more
it would be ok,
cause I never feel stronger
than when I get to dance.
I can entrance you some more.
I don’t want to be
the poor boy
who almost had it.
I build up my self esteam,
and the world trys to attack it.

I’m too scrwney,
to skinny,
to white.
I don’t drink,
I don’t fuck,
I can’t fight.

And I feel like
I don’t deserve a second chance,
or third,
but I’ve got a heart
that’s fit to burst,
and first,
you don’t deserve one either.
You just leave me frusterated and tired,
and I’m wired
on spitefull blues songs
and poetry writers.

I feel like
the truth,
and the truth
is that she’s not the first coice,
and I can’t be with them,
and the rest only add to the confusion.
So blow me a kiss
or hug me a bit longer,
stare me in the eyes,
just make me feel stronger,
but I despise confusion,
and if you send me an illusion,
I’ll need my space,
I’ll lock the door to my room
and trace the lines of what I want
and what I want to be.
Outline my mind
and line it up,
with all the lines I need,
give it a rest,
puff up my chest
and do the best I can,
to find something
that makes me feel
like the bigger man.

This post was submitted by Doubting Thomas.

Mature?

Published
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House
on September 26, 2008
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My lips clasped tightly over words I cannot say.
The clouds covered above.
In worlds that are grey you make me want a new life,
but it’s a terrible possibility.
My hands bunched together,
They make fists I am not quite ready for,
This is maturity,
This is the age I make mistakes,
And yet I am caged behind phrases I don’t know the meaning to.
I scribble endless words on random pages,
Hoping to deliver some emotion.
But the current is too strong,
I always drop my pencil.
I am in an awkward time;
I am a cat on stilts, making it’s way through tall, rough grass.
And when it rains,
I see the angry faces fromed within the deep clouds;
They tell me to move.
The fear of growing up is not yet present,
and still I am reluctant.
There are harsh voices all around.
I dread my first step.
I leave my fists far behind,
Not young enough to become blinded by age.
I am still awkward;
I am a cat on stilts,
Caged beyond perception,
and my world is turning grey.

This post was submitted by House.

I know

Published
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the Phoenix
on September 16, 2008
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Someone asked me how I knew, yesterday. How could I already know?
It took me awhile to answer them, but this is what I’ve come up with.
When all I need to make myself warm is your smile
I know.
when I laugh at things that aren’t funny, simply because you said them
I know.
when I close my eyes and all I see is you
I know.
when butterflies escape into my stomach and I can’t seem to ever get them out
I know.
when people ask me what I’m smoking because for once I’m always happy
I know.
when you sing to me your lullabies and fill my eyes with tears
I know.
when I cry and laugh simultaneously, and have no idea why
I know.
and when we’re together, and the only thing I can see is you..
I know.

This post was submitted by the Phoenix.

that’s why i cry

Published
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pamango
on September 15, 2008
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Pain has become the possessor of my soul.
I had a heart of crystal, ever faithful and true.
I gave it to you.
How kindly was your gaze as you chiseled away at it,
deforming it.
But i could deal with that.
Until you picked it up and smashed it into the concrete
and then melted it into pieces to completely obliviate it.
That is why i cry.
That is what makes it hard to breathe, impossible to sleep,
and pointless to cry.

This post was submitted by pamango.

It was a rant for my anger’s sake!

Published
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Knightly Abel
on September 15, 2008
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My anger and aggression leaves me breathless
because I can’t show you fear and sadness
Because that would show weakness!

I won’t give you the pleasure of seeing my sorrow
Because I have become truly hollow
Inside that which use to beat the heart for tomorrow!

You left me with a note that did nothing to me
which makes me wonder why nobody can see
that I have become truly heartless and free!

I know I should forgive and I might when I lose my F**KING mind
Because now I am filled with a raging blind
hate and I won’t show any little act that would be kind!

I am truly hateful now, and I may be paranoid
and what you did just annoyed
me and I hope you have a great life because my life seems to be void!

I needed to rant on a poem and I hope it helps another hate filled being
Because this was just what I was feeling
And I needed to give into my hatred so I could stop the blaming.

I hope it saves another person who has hatred
Because let me tell those who are like me, you’ll end up dead
And god knows I care about the whole world instead.

I’m a lot happier I wrote this for my anger
And I know I am a lot better
So I leave you people saying catch you later.

This post was submitted by Knightly Abel.

September 11th

Published
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Rebekka
on September 14, 2008
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From that day
I remember nothing.
From those few hours when all of America stood still,
I remember nothing.
When those planes struck us,
I remember nothing.
From the pain and suffering
I remember nothing.

Looking back all I can remember is nothing.
Looking back, I faintly recall conversations.
Looking back, I remember sorrow and pain.

Now I understand.
7 years later,
I understand.
Those hundred of people we lost,
Those hours we spent standing in shock,
Those millions of dreams crushed by the weight of the Towers.

Watching people’s reactions to the events
It is clear to me now.
Through tragedy
We become strong.
Through sorrow,
We become one.

Hearing
Seeing
The emotions that ran through those never ending hours,
I understand what I thought I would never understand.
Through those few hours,
Many were changed.
Through those precious hours,
Many were lost.

This things that are running through my head,
This emotions I thought I understood,
Finding their way from jumbled words
To full sentences
Filling the paper with what I do not understand.
This things
This emotions
Helped me understand.

Through those hard weeks
From Search and Rescue
To Search and Recover,
From one broken city
To the whole nation.
We are stronger.
We will never forget those unforgettable hours.
We will never forget those who never made it out.
We will never forget those who made it out.
We will never forget that faithful day.

this came to be after i watch something on the History channel.
it is called 102 minutes.
It is a collection of video and audio tapes from New York on September 11, 2001.
I needed to find a way to sort out what was floating in my mind, and this is a jumbled mix of what was in my head.
I will tell you that I feel better after writing it.

This post was submitted by Rebekka.

rants of the mentally unstable mind

Published
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just one tear
on September 12, 2008
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fighting back tears comes naturally now
a talent I’ve learned from the best
a frog caught in the back of my throat
croaking angrily tring to escape
and the butterflies in my stomach
never go away

i want to be normal
or at least not always be in so much pain
it seems like everytime i turn around
someone else is calling me a nasty name

three years i’ve tried to fit in
three years i’ve struggled to be ok
three years i’ve been chasing hopes of better days
three years i’ve searched in vain

i can’t be the person they need me to be
and i can’t smile on demand
i can’t just heal the scars on my heart
and i can’t just wipe away my tears

so when you see me crying
know theres nothing really wrong
i just know that i’m not good enough
so whats the point of trying?

This post was submitted by just one tear.

Just know

Published
by
fancy nancy
on September 12, 2008
in Poems
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It was a strange feeling.
Like there was a rope tied around my waist
and someone was playing tug-of-war with me.
After a while though the rope loosened and something
else that wasn’t air flowed into my lungs.
I cant explain it.
Suddenly i found myself reuniting with a long
lost friend,
my smile. How i missed it in its true form.
You see, i stopped writing because, ironically,
i had to much to say.
But i felt like a scratched CD,
i felt i was starting to bore people,
so i stopped typing and decided to to smile,
even if it was fake.
After a while though, this hypocritical gesture
blossomed into something very real. I lost the
need to cry every night.
I want to be here for reasons you might not understand.
But just know that i want to go back for reasons
i don’t even comprehend.
Just know that even on this rainy day,
I can see the sun again, drying its tears and
peaking through the fog that took over for so long.
I can see the stars shine just for me even in day time.
You are my stars, you are with me everywhere i go,
in everything i do.
You are my favorite song and saddest movie.
Just know,
I love you.
You will never know how much.
Just know that its raining outside,
but not from where im sitting.
From where im sitthing,
i see you.

This post was submitted by fancy nancy.

So Be It

Published
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Second Chance
on September 9, 2008
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Gone,
Left without a word,
Troubled,
Lost,
Scared,
But those are just a few of the things that hit her,
Like a thousand knifes waiting to strike again,
Just watching waiting to strike again,
But rebellion is the only thing that she has left,
Feeling like the only way out is to jump,
It’s ok not like it will do much harm to anyone else but her,
Getting rid of the pain with while she can,
But what about her loved ones?,
No!
She has none,
She never will,
But that’s life
That’s her life it’s all she knows,
And that’s what she got dealt,
What can she do?
She can’t change what is meant to happen,
It’s meant to happen to teach someone else a lesson,
And if she must die to make it happen,
Then so be it,
There is nothing left to do but say your goodbyes,
Leave,
And then maybe you can explain why you had to go,
Why you had to leave,
But that’s life it’s what I got dealt,
And if I have to die so someone will learn their lesson,
Then so be it!!!

This post was submitted by Second Chance.

Published
by
Doubting Thomas
on September 7, 2008
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I feel like
dancing a waltz of moon dust.

trapping this moment in a snow globe,
and every time I feel like shaking things up
I’ll take us out
dance
and let the snow fall.

I feel like,
Lord, it’s gettin better,
and I’ll dance for you as well,
this is a night
that the poets talk about,
that we pretend
like tomorrow
is the end.

I feel like
being beautifull,
creating beauty,
and never being afraid again.

I won’t be tamed,
my hair stays this long,
I won’t lose faith,
my heart stays this strong.
Hallelujha

I feel like…
I’m dreaming.

This post was submitted by Doubting Thomas.