Would You Notice?
If I ran away today, would you notice?
If I no longer came home, would you notice?
If I cried you a river, would you notice?
If I were to end it all today,would you notice?
I want to run,want to die, try and beg to die, but somehow you don't notice.

worth it?
This is how I feel at home. How I feel anywhere. People have tried to stop it, friends some would call them, but they have given up hope and left me, all but one. My friend who is like I am. I want to thank him for helping me with this, for I am no more than a lost soul looking for a place to belong. In the darkness of my room at the hour of 5 am I write this, for I am most active in the darkness. Now you know my life.

The darkness is a good place to hide from the world. But it is also difficult to see how many people out there feel exactly as you do, night shrouding your gaze in cold emptyness. Perhaps one day others will be made available to you, and you will find something more substantial in life. In any event welcome, the only thing we judge here is the poetry itself. Please be at ease and know that most here are of like mind. The world is a difficult place, even more difficult alone. Adieu.

Ok. Thank you. It brings reasureance to know that someone else who feels as I do is out there. I've tried killing myself, many times, but never succeeded. When I write poetry, I usually add something saying how I came up with it.


I'm numb all over.
Darkness surrounds me.
My life will be over soon.
The gun is so close.
The trigger slipped.
I didn't mean to this time.
I see my body below me.
I can't turn back.
Let me go back!!
I didn't
I can't be dead
I'm only 13!!!

*sighs* sometimes i wonder what my life would have been like if i had had someone to talk to when i was 14 and my life went to hell... it makes me sad to find so many young people here who are suffering, but at the same time i am glad that they have been able to find a home for their mind, a place where they will not be judged for who or what they are.
i wanted to die, but unlike you, i had no one to tell. i had no one to show concern towards me, no one that i could just turn to and ramble on about my troubles. being 19 now and obviously still alive means i've gained the ability to control my occassional suicidal urges and to understand my life and my past a little better, but the encouragement i get from knowing that there are many people here who are like me is just beyond words.
my advice is, there is NOTHING at the age of 13 that is worth dying for. there is much you have not lived, much you have not tasted. life is harsh, yes, but it is also beautiful. give it time and give it faith and it will show you what you wish to see.

My life is everything but good right now. I have just found out that i am adopted, my best friend who is the only one who understands me is moving across the country, my adopive dad is going into war, and even my teachers at school seemed to have given up on me. I'm new in town anyway, an dI speak very differantly than those who live here, so I get teased, someone who I thought was my friend did something very bad to me, but this is the first I have really spoken of it. My life is not worth living anymore. I wish to end it, but I have no way to, for my adoptive parents have hidden the things I would use, but yet, I feel they wouldn't care. Is this really worth living? I do have another poem:

The cold rain falls, yet I don't feel it
I look at the hard stone in front of me
It has my name on it, but is it really my name?
I was one of the manny who wished it all to end, and one day I did it.
Life seems better now, I can do as I please
I feel no pain, for the dead usually don't.
I try to cry, but the dead can't cry.
Why is my life cused to suffering even when dead?!

yes, this is still worth living. though sometimes i doubt it myself, experience shows that there is something out there for everyone. the world is bigger than you imagine, there are more things you can do than you anyone could possibly comprehend. there is something out there that is waiting for YOU. no one else, just you. it could be a person who makes you feel like heaven exists on earth, or it could just be a job that you love doing so much that your life gains its meaning from doing it. there is something out there that only you can do and no one else. give it time, give it faith. you will find it, i promise you that.
i have always been an outsider in this game we call life. as an outsider, i take time to look at things that people are usually too busy doing. i've seen strong people crumble and i have seen the 'dead' come back to life. please try to believe me when i say that as bad as life may be, it is also that good. the situation you are in now really sounds desperate and hopeless, but time is a great power that can change everything. as easily as everything changed to being bad, it can change to be the other way. but you can't give up on life, you will never see its true face by doing that. you can allow yourself to drift and be carried by life's flow, but don't give up on it. never give up on it.
i just.... i know how hard it is to listen sometimes... but i have been there... i have held the knife up against my wrists and wished for it all to end and i can tell you now that i am glad i did not end it. i can't say that my life is great now or that it has prospects of being great in the immediate future, but i still have it. my life still belongs to me and when the day comes, my patience and faith in life will hopefully be justified.
just... hang onto your life, it's more precious than you realize. wake up every day, go to school and then sleep at night. that's all it takes to hang onto your life. even that might seem hard, but it isn't. give it time. it is all you can do right now. just give it time.

and in the meantime, continue to write. writing helps empty your mind of thoughts that need not trouble it. write about your anger, write about your pain, write about your desperation, just write and let it all come out.


i think i've said more than enough for now. it's just... a life ended so early on is a life truly gone to waste and that is indeed a sad thing to witness. life is already short enough, don't shorten it even more.
just hang in there till the storm clears out :)

Thank you. I see that there are people out there who understand my pain. I'm glad to have met you. Sometimes I thinklife is worth it, but not usually. I will try to hang in there. If soething happens and I find myself with a knife, I now where and who I can turn to. I thank you for I was so sure of ending it tonight. I think I will try to write a poem that shows some light, even when I push it away. Here it goes:

The night was once a black whole,
much like the one my life is
As the dawn aproches
a new light is seen
This light could be the begining of something good
or the end of something dreadful
It could also be the begining of something far more worse than it already is
but one must stay and venture on to find out.

I hope that was OK. Maybe I will achive my life long dreams of becoming a poet of fiction writer, or maybe I will fail as so many tell me I will, but I guess it could be like you said. Better things may lie ahead. I guess I will never know till I walk twords the lights at the rising dawn.

Hey Alexandrea it's me Peter! (The Midnight Thunderboy) Couldn't really fault that, I'm not very good at it myself. Good work Alexandrea ^_^

Here's mine only just started lol!
It's rubbish oh well it needs some work!
This is actually meant to be a song oh well.......


Once upon a time I was thinkin of a rhyme
as I saw the terrain, I was seducted by the thoughts of the seriously insane
Never let them say that I let ya slip away, never let them say.....that I let you slip away.

Rip it all up, throw it on the ground and if there's no one there, will it really make a sound?

Dark Elements speaks words of wisdom and he is right. No matter how hard your life can be there is always someone who had it worse. If you were adopted, think of how much it pained your family to lose you, don't make it seem as if they didn't want you. Your adoptive parents must love you and that is one goal you can have for the future, to find your parents. If you commit suicide you will never get that chance. Losing friends is hard but you have to reach out and find new ones. You aren't the only one who needs help, and who knows, maybe your feelings and your understanding of their pain will help someone in years to come. If friends can go back on you then they were never friends to begin with so don't even give them the time of day, your life isn't worth ending for their treason. I have felt as if i were at rock bottom before. You may have adoptive parents and that may seem horrible, but my biological father tried to kill me, and that isn't exactly a picture perfect life to me. I felt so low, that no one could ever love me, and no one could ever care, i reached out and tried to help those who felt the same way that i do and i have gained so many friends and loved ones in return. I have found someone who loves me endlessly and so many more care for me as cherished friends. I have been outcast and alone but i found my place in life at this moment and each day that seems to change, but all i can do is make the best of what i have and hope that tomorrow is a better day. All you have to hang onto is hope for a future, and you can't have that if you give up....so please don't give up

~Sasha

I will try not to give it up. My adoptive father has done some things to me that most say I should never forgive him for, but I did. So many say that is my problem when it comes to lfe and friends. I am too trusting and forgive too easily. I do and I don't want to find my biological parents. From what I've found out, the dumped me. I was unwanted, so I don't want them, but yet, I cannot feel whole without knowing who I really am. I wrote this song yesterday. I hope it's OK.

I thought you loved me
You said it was true
But now you've hurt me, what do I do?
YOu think it's nothin, but now you will see
All I have to say is
You'll never do it again
(courus)
Cause I'm gonna see to it
yeah, I'm gonna see to it
That your life is never the same

You took my life you tor it apart
You really scared my poor heart
How could you do this
you had all my trust
now I'll say
You'll never to it again
(repeat courus 2x)
Cause you'll never do it agin.

I haven't thought of a title yet, but it explains how I feel.

I know where you come from because i trust and forgive far too easily as well, sometimes it helps me to keep people and welcome them into my life but in other ways it only opens the door to more pain. I guess we both must simply find the line where we can say enough is enough. Until that lined is formed all you can do is try to keep sane.

Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm going to try to see life as it might be. If something happens, I will come here before doing something stupid. Thank you, all of you.

You are quite welcome sweetheart, we have all been in pain before, not the exact pain that you have but enough so that we can pass our wisdom and guidance upon you and i hope this will become a haven for your troubled heart and a place where your poetry can blossom and flourish

I think it already has. I have another poem. I thought of this one as I passed and old battle feild on the way home.

In the Distance
In the distance ,beyond the mist and darkness
there is a war that can be heard.
The people in it are pasty and unreal, but their cries catch up to you
You watch the battle faught again, but there is nothiong you can do
One of the soldiers you recognize from an old photo album.
He has been wounded and rush to help him.
But he can't see you and you watch him die
As you cry the scene fades
Why did you see this?! Why couldn't you help?!
AS you ask these questions, you begin to walk
The rain starts to come, the sky is an unearthly gray
The winds howl in the summer night
but all you can think of is this great fright.

It's a little lame, but I'm still a begginer, so I guess it isn't so bad.

It was wonderful, the only critisism i could have added was to tell exactly who it was in the photo album picture and that since the rest of the poem didn't rhyme, the ending didn't have to either

Yeah, I couldn't think of anyone. As for the ryming, I wasn't even trying to make it rym, it just happend that way. This may sound creepy, but I've had dreams like that. Another reson why I'm afraid of war. I hate it. I have family in war and more going there. Another local soldier was killed so I write this in his honnor(I don't know his name but I will honnor any soldier in our military who died in action)

You saw the terror
you felt the pain
but you won't feel it again
we moren your loss
for you were great
We won't forget you
even though years will fade memory
for your soul will all ways be here

That is my poem of detication to a local soldier who died in the events in Iraq.

i was telling someone else yesterday to never ever say that their poems are crap because that is up to the reader to decide. i thought In the Distance was a beautiful poem. painful, yes, but it painted the image quite masterfully

and you're very lucky to receive the caring voice of the lady astarael, she is one heck of a special gal, who as she said, has been through quite a bit herself but hung in there and now has at least one bright light shining in her path and by her side.

i've only ever been physically 'abused' by my parents once (if you can call it that) and that was when me and my sister were like, 8-9 years old and our house was still being built and we thought we'd make some concrete for fun, so we dumped in a bunch of bags into the mixer and water and stuff heheh for us it was fun... still don't know why it warranted smacking my ass so hard that two of my fingers covering it broke :P and there was another incident, but we won't talk about that.... let's just say the punishment was similar. aaaaaaaanyway

i went through a period where i full-heartedly loathed my parents. i wanted to be with someone who was slowly destroying my life and i didn't want to listen to any of their warnings. in some ways, i kept that relationship going just so i could prove them wrong about it being wrong. it eventually caught up with me and i couldn't live in lies anymore. things are much better between me and my parents now but not just because i'm not doing something they disapprove of. it's because they can see that i'm learning to make my own choices based on what is best for me and what will help me in my life.
i don't know what i want out of life yet, i don't know what it is i would most like to do, but i know that the only way to find it is to press on and give life time to reveal its secrets to me.


and thank you for that. no one, and i mean no one, should ever die alone at any point in their lives. if it has to happen (and i pray it won't, even though i don't believe in god), then let someone be there for you, let someone feel your pain before you fade. chances are they will be able to bring you back.

*s rambling again* hehe sorry i just got up and haven't really woken up yet so i'm just writing and writing :rolleyes:
catch you later and hope to see more of your work soon :)

Thak you. I'm just up too. I have school today. The bus is my worst nightmare. You don't beleive in God? Me either. I've lost faith. I try, but it doesn't work. Nothing that has happend no matter how much I pray, if he is there, he must not care. This next poem is how I feel on the bus cause I'm so differant from the others on it.

As I sit, the rain falls
Around me is the taunting yells of the other students
I wear black, they tease
I talk differant, they tease
I don't beleive in the same things the do, they tease


On my bus I'm really differant from the other students. It seems like they tease just to tease. I wear a lot of black and I talk just a little differantly cause I'm from way down south and I know live up North. I don't beleive in the use of doctor suscribed medicine, even though my parents do. I prefer herbs and aroma to heal. Because of this I call a witch or other things like this. Just because I'm differant. I'm also one who stands up for student rights and I've been in a couple of figts.

As strange as it is. I understand how you feel, as upbeat as everyone thinks me, I feel that way a lot. One step from tears at all hours of the day, one step from suicidal tendencies. The only thing I can say is to hold on, things have to get better, and even if they dont, at least you have a friend in me.

i don't know about you, but to my experience, people put something down because they're afraid of it being better than them. as i've said, i've always been an outsider. though i'm rarely targetted by the crowd, i'm never really part of it either.
you are different. that doesn't make you bad. you are, however, similar to all the people around you in more basic, low-level ways. you are still human, you still eat, still drink, still sleep. as different as you feel, you still have things similar with those people. given time, those similarities will emerge and the differences will be better understood.
if they refuse to understand, screw them, you're not losing out on much if people are refusing to see who you are..
the age group you are currently in isn't easy at all to deal with, i know. they see some things as being really funny when they are not. they do things without understanding the impact they have on other people. all these things are smoothened out with the passage of time. besides, girls are always weird and generally mean through their youth and then once they realize that being bitches won't score them any guys, they turn nice ;) heheh
so, for the millionth time, give people time to grow up and give yourself that time too. it'll all be good in the end

fights though huh? i almost got into one of those trying to protect a friend because i was bigger than he was and less likely to be taken on in a fight. thankfully enough i had more muscle than flab back then so the fight never happened. i still say hi to that dude (dude i almost fought with) if i see him around. it's funny how perspective changes sometimes.
the most obvious change is when you graduate from highschool. all the people you never really talked to, all the people you just knew but weren't really your friends, they suddenly become very different. while in highscool, the school is your world mostly and you pick and make friendships within that circle. when you leave highschool though, you realize just how damn big this world is and all those people you knew from highschool become like a distant, extended family to you.
there were about 120 people in my last year of highschool doing yr.12 with me. of those 12, MAYBE 10 of those were what i call "friends" but now that we're out of highschoo, we are nothing but 120 people in the 3million+ that live in melbourne. the fact that we lived through highschool together and have that common experience binds us in a way and puts all the petty highschool differences aside.

i hope you get what i mean and i'm not just rambling on for nothing :rolleyes:
i guess my point is just that things you can't see being different now, can and probably WILL change in the future and it will hopefully be for the better.


by the way, once i figure out why you inspire me to write such lengthy replies i'll let you know because i'm still pondering that hehe

catch you later :)

Things are hard and it seems that no one understands, not at school, not at home. Everything feels like its going down the drain and you can't stop its downward spiral. A lot of us know how that feels. Right now i am just glad to be out of school and trying to avoid home issues seems to be working in my favor. You have so many here who know where you come from and can relate to your pain. We are all here to help and support you. If something goes wrong just find one of us to talk to, i know i would go to the length of any means in my power to help you. Just write about it in your poems, talk about it with those who do understand and your life will be much easier to cope with. You are not alone anymore. Hold on to hope and never let go. When pandora unleashed all evils upon the earth she shut the lid to hold hope for us all and that is all you have in life is hope and never forget that it is always there

~Sasha

Thanks again. I like having people who understand me. It makes life a little better knowing that someone IS there and WILL talk to you. I have more poems. I wrote them in school today.

IT
Run, it's coming after you
Hide, it can see you
Prey, it can kill you
Be ready, it's here.

No Title
My body is cold
I scream out to you, but you can't hear me
I reach out, but you can't touch me
I can't see you anymore, my world is black
I can't breath anymore, I am dead

You Did It
You take me to your rooom, I scream no
You pin me to the floor, I struggle to get away
You take my clothes off, I cry and beg you not to
And know the room goes dark
again and again this memory replays in my head
All because you did it

The End
I cry when I hear the news, another soldier killed
Another friend dead, why am I not
I should be and will be soon
I rummage through my dad's closet and find the safe
I open it and load the gun, and place it to my head
I say goodbye quietly and pull the trigger
My world goes black and my body goes numb
My horrid life has finaly ended

I wrote these in a state of rememberance. You did it was one of the worst memories I have.Sometimes I want to kill myself to escape the memory, but I know that isn't the way.

there are technical comments i could make, but they're not what's most important at the moment. for now, i'm happy to see you expressing yourself in words and not in actions. and i'm glad that you can see death is not the way out. it is A way out, but not THE way out. just let the words flow for now. it will clense your system before long and then when you are devoid of words of pain, perhaps you will find room for words of other kinds

I thank you for helping me see that death is not the solution. If not for this site, I would have done it the other night. So once again, thank you.

untilted
I see you, but you cannot see me.
I hear you, but you cannot hear me.
What did I do to deserve this?
Why must I suffer this?

Gone
From the door way I watch it happen
The gun goes off and tears run down my face
I run out to you and scoop up your limp body
I should have seen this coming
I should have been here in time
But I didn't see it and I wasn't here
As I cry I take the gun
It still has amo and I place it to my head
As I pull the trigger, my whole life flashes before me and suddenly I see myself
I did and now I regret it
So many good memories gone
All because of one thing

no alexandrea, thank you for doing the right thing.

Untitled
you might want to read this
http://forum.vampires.com/index.php?showtopic=14895&st=101
similar emotions i believe they are. i know how you feel and it certainly isn't pretty

Gone
being confronted with unnecessary deaths isn't something i can ever see myself used to. however, i'd rather see you write about death than to enact your words, so i'll make no real complaints about that.
1 thing alone, whatever it is, is not worth the memories you have and the memories you will gain through your life. as i said, i am simply glad your words are still only words

I read your link. I can relate to the one about the child being beaten(sorry, I don't know how to use quote). It happend a long time ago. I honestly don't know what stopped it. If it was the fact that I am allways away in my roo,m or at anothers house or that fact that people might be able to change. I did get hit today, but by a boy at school.

Hit me
You are turned around, talking to me
I'm trying to concentrate and ask you to leave me alone
You get mad and hit me across the face, for what? asking to be laft alone
A tear rolls down my red, burning cheek
I thought you were my friend, but I guess I should think again.
I look around and no has noticed, no one ever does
The just keep laughing and playing at the fact that our last exam is over
I raise my hand to go to the guidance councelor, but you make a thret
If I tell you will make my life worse than it already is
So I sit, quietly crying in my darkness I call life.


I'll post some more tomorrow. I have to get off.

well i only meant for you to read the top one, "Family Through A Window", but thanks for reading through the other one as well heheh

and what? someone hit you? grrrrr
and threatened too?

you may hide in the darkness for now, but soon enough it will be your time to emerge, the time for them to see who you are. then he will regret hitting you, then they'll regret not having paid attention to you. because you are so much better than them and you are going to be even better.
there is no need to be a storm right now. be a rock instead and wear it out until the time is right. bodies can be broken, but never let your spirit be broken. don't let anyone take that from you because broken spirits are rarely complete ever again.

do feel free to accidentally give him a well-sized boot right up the ass
as a member of the male gender i refuse to be represented by people like him. you are therefore allowed to kick him where hurts as well ;)

go alex go!! hehe

this poem i can really relate too.. in a way or two.. with the use of imagery.. if i would put that poem next to my life.. it would look exaclty alike to one of the episodes of it....that poem brougt back so many sad memories and dont worry about that either.. its a really deep, emotional poem i love it hope to see more of ur writing

Thank you. I'm glad you like it. I want to hit him, I really do, but I'm afraid to. He's a lot bigger than I am, for he's failed twice which makes him 15 and me 13. I think my time to emerge is comming soon, for I have been expressing my self a lot more to others lately. I have found a few friends my age, and when I sy friens, I mean they are true, for their lives match mine. We are going through the same thiung at the same time and this makes it alot easier to go through it togeather. I wrote this last night. I'm not going to do, the thought just came into my head, so I wrote.

Letter Goodbye

Dear Friends and Family,
I am ending it all. Life no longer has meaning. My grades are falling, my freinds are leaving. I am allways taunted and teased by my school mates, one has even hit me. My life has been nothing but misery and pain. From the moment I was born, my parents rejected me, for I was but a mistake. I have adopted parents now, but all we do is fight. I have been raped and abused. These memories are clear. I've seen friends die to the cold steel of a knife. This I should have seen coming. I've caused more pain and suffering than joy and happiness. I dress in old, torn jeans and too big tee shirts. I can't eat, for I kept myself from it for too long and now I can't even force a bite. I am slowly withering away both mentally and physically. As I stand here with the gun loaded I write this for when the last word is written, the trigger will be pulled. Tears run down my face forall of the pain I have and have caused. So, now my final words come. They are but a simple goodbye.

Everything in this is true except the fact that I am not killing myself. My new friends are helping me to get through this, and I am helping them. It feels good to help again.

it is good to hear..forgiveness is healing ^_^

Yes, I must say that since I've found this site, which strangly enough really seemed to find me. I was on a usual site and this one just came in the screen. I think it was a way to help the healing process. I'm glad it found me.

The sun shines bright
I sit with my back against a tree deep in the woods
You are next to me, your eyes shining bright
I feel strange, could this be real?
The world has meaning after all, for no one is nothing
But yet something is still holding me back
You are helping me and I am halping you
We are helping each other

Yeah, just something I thought of, a little lame, but it's a thought. I have a bit of advice to ask. I've taken a sith grader under my wing due to this. SHe's smaller than the others and she used to hang out with a group of seventh graders like me, but she didn't want to get on the bus cause she was getting bullied, by her friends and her twin sister. Her mom brought her to the bus stop and she didn't want to get out of the car so her mom hit her!! The poor girl was crying, but her mom kept hitting her and finally pulled her out of the car and drove off. I don't know what to do. I want to help, but I don't to do the wrong thing. Plaese help me.

first of all, i can't hide a sense of pride in reading this brief poem of yours. it is the first poem i have seen you write that bears a glimmer of hope. not proud of myself for whatever help i may have provided along with the others who pictched in their words for you, but pride for you.

as far as what to do with your new-found friend goes, i've never been in that situation so i'm not the best person to ask, but if i had to say something about it, i would say to give her what we have given you here. advice, hope and faith. give her a shoulder to cry on when she needs to and an ear to listen to her when she needs to talk.
often there is more meaning to be found in life when you are helping another person work through their tough times. it gives a whole new taste and purpose to life.

by the way, we ourselves are not perfect. if we led perfect lives we probably wouldn't be on this forum. people break down and crumble, but they rise again, because they know it is the only way there is to go. as bad as things are and get, the only way to go is forward. never go back because the past was an instance in your life which is now finished and never, NEVER lie down. never give up. ... not in the long run anyway. you saw yourself what surprises life may bring to you and that not all of them are bad.
help this new friend of yours the way you would like to be helped.

Hey alexandrea. a friend of mine read through this thread and wanted to say a 'few' words to you, but he asked me to post his words because he's not a member of this forum and it might be a bit much for a first entry hehe

Warning: he's as wordy as i am if not more

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Your poems are great, you know you should be really proud of what you write because your poetry is very mature. This is why your peers have so much trouble understanding you – their life experiences are not nearly enough too make them feel what you speak of. This is why they are so cold. People are afraid of the unknown and we have seen the real you hence we like you, and you should too. Like yourself for who you are, your special inner self, for the happiness that you have brought to people around you – like your new school friend. Just think – it’s not every day that someone stands up for people around them and takes them under their wing and YOU have done that. You have made a difference in that person’s life and that really counts.
Like yourself for the poetry you write as it is a very complete read, it is not easy to write like you do considering you are not yet 14, and your poems are great I’m not the only one saying that but only adding to the chorus of people on this site. You have made a difference to us and I thank you for it. Like yourself for the will and determination that you have shown walking throughout life - you have fought on and will, because life is worth living. Moments like these make you happy because you are making a difference and you know it. I’m sure that you can remember other times when you were happy just to be you and those moments in life are what really makes this gift of life that we have so special. There must have been some time when you felt at peace with yourself whether the time came when you were walking through a park or just sitting on a bench somewhere serenely and calmly. Remember a time like that. As you feel that calmness again ignore all the other thoughts that may be disturbing you. Feel it pulsating in you as you breathe as you walk, as you work. Keep that feeling in you hold it close to your centre deep inside you, feel it resonating in your very being. Don’t let go of it as you travel through life, feel it enveloping you warming you, comforting you.
Thank you for the difference you have made to us here we really value you and your poetry. Keep up the good work.

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he's a bit of a feel-good-when-you're-around-me kind of person but as is obvious, he shares my sense of pride for you and believe in your strength and ability to better your life.
he's good to talk to. i know because he's often been one of the people to pull me out of my crap. if you wanna hear more from him lemme know and i'll whoop his ass until he joins the forum :D he said he'll be keeping an eye on you and i'm pretty sure he's not a stalker, so you have just gained another guardian of your soul

I will halp my new friend as much as possible, I just don't know if she'll talk to me. She doesn't really like me, for she was one of those who teased and taunted, but I'm still trying. It makes me happy to help again. It reminds me of better days when I didn't really have any worries, or at least I couldn't see them. Your friend is cool. I must say, I didn't expect this site to be like this, which is one more example of 'things aren't allways what they seem'. This next poem is the first ryming one I think I've written, and , unlike the others, it's separated into stanzas.

Light of Day
I look out my window
The clouds are dark and grey
A storm is approching, but all has not gone away

Down the street sits a widow
Much like the light of day
Her hope has almost gone away

In the distance I see a meadow
In it a girl is there to prey
Now all the light has gone away


That was hard for me to come up with, for I'm not used to ryming, but I did my best. Hope yall like it and thanks again for the advice.

Today was the worst day. I'm ready to give, I nearly did, but a friend kept me from. She made a list of all of the dreams I would never accomplish, and I want to thank her. I write this poem as a thenk you to every one who is helping me get through this dark stage of my life.

You Were There

When I was down and almost out,
You were there
When I had the knife at the ready,
You were there
When I could no longer take it during class,
You were there
I now see the good and life and now I am thanking you,
For being there

Yeah, I don't really like it, but it's all I can come up with, for I'm still a little shaken with what I just attempted. Once again, thank you, for being there.

Light of Day: this is really good if it's your first attempt at rhyming. rhymes can be a trap though, it's one of those "once you pop you can't stop" things sometimes. and the more you write the better your poems will flow and then you can experiment with new rhyming patterns as well. it's always good fun to do that

this next thing is in response to your second poem...
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dear friend do not despair
someone is always there
dear friend do not despair
wounds into your soul do not tear

the darknes comes
but then it goes
time passes
and life only grows

take no hasty steps
no quick decision
take no action
of deadly incision

as i have said
there always will be
someone next to you
who will see

who will see and say
that it'll be okay

no matter what life brings

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[SIZE=7]Dark_Elements you were going to do what? .... woop my ass until I join the forum? lol C’mon man you can hurt a fly! And I HAVE known you long enough to say that.

Good to see that you are experimenting with the idea of rhyming. It is not necessarily needed but it does make writing poetry that much more of a challenge. I really like the idea in the “you were there” as I didn’t see too many poems like that, and yours really works quite well.
Yeah, friends can be a big help in getting through the tough times but you are your greatest asset. You have to also help yourself because your friends can only help you when they are with you while you are with yourself all the time. The question is therefore “How do I construct my self talk to be positive and helpful?”. Well let me show you.
Whenever you are beginning to feel down remember all the positive things you have done for yourself and others. Know that you can achieve anything you want in life and most importantly like yourself for who you are.
Say “I LIKE myself!”, “ I can achieve ANYTHING that I want in my life”, “I have the POWER to do what I WNAT in MY life and this makes MY life worth living!”. “There are NO PROBLEMS which I can not overcome”, “there are NO FACTORS holding me back” Stop. Now say it like you REALLY believe it like you know that it is the obvious truth, slowly, in a calm even tone that you normally speak to others and yourself – a tone that has the most power and try accenting the words that are capitalised. Try saying it again until you feel like you have more power.

Just think for a moment helping others like your friend is a good thing right? Exactly right! So have you been doing good things? Yes you have! Did you help others? Yes you do! Do you care about your friends? Yes you do! Do you believe that deep down you are the best thing for yourself? Yes you do! Do you know that you can achieve anything you put your mind to? Yes you do! Do you know that life is worth living? Yes you do! Do you know that deep inside you are a great person? Yes you do! Good now reply to these questions in your head with “YES I DO” and do so confidently and passionately.
Remember your friends care about you and want to help you!
Say these things to yourself when you feel down, it may require a lot of effort in the beginning but remember that’s what we are here for – to provide you with all the help and energy that you may require.
Remember to keep writing – your poetry has improved a lot since you started.

alexandrea, so you aren't surprised, this slab-posting newbie dude is the friend i told you about who wrote the previous slab i pasted further up :D


*whoops your ass*
:devilflip: :D

lol *so very very scared* should I hide under the computer table now or wait till tomorrow until the anger of the "mighty" dark_elements has passed??? Wow, don't tell me you HAVE killed a fly right? The one that was crawling on the monitor.... HOW COULD YOU! *sighs* Well you better write a requiem in it's honour ... :devilflip:
Tell me when you finish ...I'll just grab some popcorn :popcorn:

My my, ever more spam to sweet Alex's thread *sighs* Everyone knows dark is too sweet to hurt anyone, he only threatens. *huggles andreas* and hello muse, having a lovely chat with dark about how wonderful a person you are at this very moment ;p though i told him he needs to kick your ass until you get AIM so that i can talk to you too. Welcome to the forums and i hope your time here is as well spent as so far it seems to be :lol:

By the way Alex, do keep up with the poetry for it helps you to deal with a lot of the issues that you may have to go through. Talking to someone about your problems always helps to bring an outside view to help support you through your troubled time, always try to find a way out of your struggles but nothing is worth hurting yourself for. Stand up for yourself, start showing others who you really are and always know that no matter how bad today may seem there is always hope that tomorrow can be better. Just do your best to keep your life on track and show this person how nice you can be, no matter if you are different you can relate to each other on some level. If you have gone this long it proves how strong you are to deal with this but now it is time that you have others to help you and that is what we are here for, to help you build the base for your life to come so that you may walk strong and pridefully into the future you are destined for. All you can do is believe in yourself and have hope

*becomes the new spamminator*

~Sasha

Astarael, I don't really show those who I really am off of the computer. I change when people start to know who I really am. I guess I'm afraid to loose them, but I think I will start showing the world who I really am. I'm going to talk to my English teacher to see if there is a way to publish your work when you're only 13. It's been a dream of mine since I was old enough to write to where you could understand, and know I'm more determinded than ever. You guys have really helped bring out the real me again. After I moved from the countryside, I changed so that the city kids would like me, but they are just too hard to please and know I know, the only one I have to please is me. So, yet again, thanks.I wrote these two poems in school today.

Give In
I cry
as the sky
that must die
like I wish to pry

To pry away your sent
as the one who went
that left a dent
like you bent

Like you bent my life
as I take the knife
that will end all greif
like this should be breif

Should be breif from pain
as a life that went down the drain
that was no more than a chain
like this shall never happen again


You Never
I sit
as the bit
that must quit
like I bet

I bet you should listen
as the sun that should glisten
that this might just blissen
like that one that could give in

The one that could give in to pressure
as you should be sure
that there is no cure
like your heart was never pure

I know that there is a lot of forced rym and some of it doesn't rym at all, but I'm trying my harnest. Ryming isn't as easy as it looks. I can usually think of ryming words, but when I go to write them down, I can't think of anything that ryms. But, I hope yall liked it. Sorry bout that country talk. Habbit. Oh, yeah. Muse, welcome to the site and thanks for looking at my stuff.

Okay i really hate my computer now -.- I was writing you a poem and then Internet Explorer quit and i lost it... i was almost done too..... I'm sorry....

Don't be sorry. My computer does that all the time. Grantit that I have an ANCIENT computer, we're talking early 90's model, but I love it. OK. So, I've found a couple things to live for. My online bfriend and this guy that I met at school(a year older than me, but I spent an hour at the park with him, and he's AMAZING!). I also have my poetry. I want to get it published some how, but I don't know how. Can anyone help? I just thought of this poem, hope it's good.


I am a warrior with my sword at your throught
I show no mercy, for I am not afraid of what lies beyond
You beg, a silent tear falls
I withdraw my sword
What is this magic?
I hear the pleading cries of him who says he loves me
Love,
The word rings throught my ears
I have known him, and was sent to kill him,
But could it be love that holds me back?
That makes me show mercy?



This one is a little differant from the others. It's hard to explaon how I feel right now. Happy(which is something I haven't felt for a long time) and fright(which hardly ever happens. Why do I feel like this?

I wrotw this one last night at about 12. It just kinda came to me. That and I couldn't sleep. Was thinking about earlier. Why do I feel like this?! *ahem* Anyway. it has a sorta angry tone to it. Some f it is a little confusing, but I thought, and I wrote. and it actually, compleatly ryms, so I'm glad about that. I didn't know what to put for the title so, here goes:


In the night
There is a light
It could be a fight
This isn't right

This isn't right for some say it's fun
but onthers must run
You only shun
give me that gun

That gun that will end all pain
just as the rain
will fall again
Another life goes down the drain

The life that goes down the drain to all hell
You just might tell
That life isn't well
And know it fell

It fell beyond the sea
to see a plea
You are a flea
Get away from me

Get away from me, do not touch
This is too much
Now just clutch
I might just punch

I might just punch away my tears
It would end all fears
Good-bye careers
and good-bye peers


This does have a little bit of forced rym, but I couldn't think of anything else.

hey, i'm reading through your latest stuff now, but if you have yahoo messenger or msn, pop me a message now if you can. username is "divinethud" for both of them.

ok. I aded you. My list is getting long. YAY!!

Don't force your writing and don't try too hard to rhyme. It is better to just five it a chance to let your talent grow before pushing it too hard. I used to think my writing was good, and then i joined the forums and got inspired by all the wonderful writers here and my skill grew so much over only a couple of months, i haven't written a whole lot of late but i can look back at those poems i am so proud of and once i even thought "did i actually write that.." just give it time and keep practicing. No matter how good of a writer you are now there is still plenty of time for it to flourish so don't expect immediate results, just let it blossom on its own

Thanks.Most of the time I just write. Right now in English we are doing our Writing Promps though. It's so hard to write about something you don't beleive in or when you don't know what they are talking about. I tried finding a way to publish poetry at my age at the library(I don't go to lunch, I go to the library) But no success. Did you know they locked this forum from the school computers. I can get on the role play sites, but I can't get on this one. How screwed up is that?! Oh, well. I really do love this site. It is the only place I can escape to when things are going wrong, as to the fact that I live in a cursid city(sorry if I insult anyone, but I hate the city! I miss the open range and rolling hills of the country side.) I wish I could go back to the country side, but I can't.

That is one of the things i meant though. Don't push too hard to be published. Simply let your talent flourish and one day you wil have enough poems to fill an endless amount of books. Just give it time. I know you miss your home, i have experienced it as well. I moved all across country with my parents' custody battle, you just have to try and adapt and make new friends. Just give it time and all of the shatterd pieces will fall back into its rightful place