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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jun 27, 2002 16:42:55 GMT -5
Walk It Off
Broken, bruised and battered. My face has found the pavement once again. Kick me while I'm down, why don't you? One day I will stand up tall, Laughing at how trivial this all was. Until then... Until I can lift myself up I must focus on the past and how it could have been. Where I went wrong, Words that could have been changed, So you wouldn't avoid my glances today. I know I was the victim, Why should I take the blame? Spit me out, brush me off... Shove me, lie to me Kill me. Tell me you love me. It's okay to feel shame... Yet you still stand tall with pride, Head in the clouds, dignified. One day your future self will understand. You're just a boy, not a man. A child, trying to fit into a world that towers tall above your head.
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Post by alicia.the.starlet on Jun 28, 2002 13:52:17 GMT -5
Wow, Lisa, that's increidible! I loved it! I could feel what you are going through. Good job! Keep writing!! Love, Alicia
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jul 3, 2002 21:37:02 GMT -5
Find Me; Find Yourself
Fly with me into blissful oblivions. Somehow I'm still dizzy by how your lips brushed over mine. See me not as a porcelain doll, child. Unknown to you, I am not a set of glassy eyes, Fragile, waiting to be shattered. I'm anything but hollow, Yet anything but brave.
Do us all a favor. We, who have lifted your face to the sun since you became content with staring at your own shadow. Me, who has loved you through emotional manslaughter, only to heal from her wounds to be stronger than before. When you glance into the mirror, look at the stranger who stares back. You will remember him as only a past acquaintance, A boy you knew before. Look past the reflection, and into his eyes. Your eyes, Your soul is screaming for mercy, but your body won't give in.
So many questions continue to go unanswered, Like why you still control me, why my sun still rises and sets over your grin, While simultaneously, you cannot tame yourself.
I will continue to tally up the days, To find out how long it takes you to hold me again. Tears of shredded glass you will cry, A symbol of your shattered spirit, Long broken with days of lonelyness and regret.
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Post by violet_rose on Jul 6, 2002 2:38:15 GMT -5
Me, who has loved you through emotional manslaughter, only to heal from her wounds to be stronger than before.
Amazing poetry!! *keep writing!*
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jul 6, 2002 18:53:56 GMT -5
I'm (It's) Convinced (Only) it's (Just) Over (Begun)
You broke my heart.
[Break it again, it always feels as fresh as the first time.]
You had your chance.
[Take it while you can, it might only be available for the next 100 years.]
I used to love your smile.
[It makes my heart skip a beat.]
I used to quiver when I saw the sparkle in your eye.
[It makes me shiver with passion.]
When you touched me I felt sparks.
[I'm rubbing two matches with little success.]
I could have shown you the world....
[Take my hand and follow me to places your imagination never dreamed existed.]
(Basically this poem is dealing with the denial of trying to make yourself move on... Like all my poetry, it relates to something I'm going through in my life at the moment. Enjoy.)
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Post by KattyKatie on Jul 6, 2002 19:07:54 GMT -5
Wow Lisa! Those are *amazing*!!!!
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jul 8, 2002 18:23:22 GMT -5
Courageous Vulnerability
Lick my wounds, brush the tangles from my hair. If you're going to kill me, do it quickly. I've died on previous occasions, what's one more? I stayed up all night with the volume on full blast, Singing you love songs from two miles away. Could you hear me? I arose from little sleep to put flowers in my hair, Never forgetting to check the bounce in my step, The gleam in my smile, The sparkle in my eye, The shivering awkwardness in my voice. One night you will see me and ask how the world can still be filled with light, when the sun has already gone down.
(I like this one. It's about knowing you're beautiful, inside and out, but wondering why those you care about most can't seem to see it.)
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jul 10, 2002 23:11:16 GMT -5
Nebula
Your presence was the birth of the first star in my sky. And when the clouds don't block my vision, I stare into total darkness. With one point of light to guide my way through the rest of my life. It leads the path I'll follow to make the same mistakes. The birth of the first star always hits the hardest, When the pain pierces through fresh black canvas. When I grow older and maturity begins to fade my youthful countenance, I will look into a galaxy of stars, Each with their own story of creation. Perhaps I will still see yours, Dimmed and faded, barely burning. Or maybe it will continue to light up the night with brilliant fire. Nevertheless, I will sit at my window and throw wishes lightyears at your paranormal magnificence that only I have come to appreciate. Always. Always shine in my sky.
(First love, and how each special person you meet affects you and becomes part of your life.)
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jul 11, 2002 15:47:49 GMT -5
The Sweet Taste of Young Love
You smell of happiness and French cologne. Reminds me of days spent baking in warm summer sunlight, And cool evenings cuddled up and laughing, Fingers and lips resisting the urge to explore every part of you. Will friendship ever move forward?
[I will fall asleep and wake to your heart beating next to mine, You will tell me I'm beautiful as I close my eyes and dream of heavenly things, But that can't even compare to reality.]
And if we never move ahead, I will pin you down and kiss you, Savoring the taste of you and carrying it with me, As a souvenier of how the future will look for another.
[Glowing. I swear I saw you with a pair of fragile white wings. I could rest my head and call your arms Heaven.]
Glitter and magic. Fireflies. It could be perfect. The sweet taste of young love, Hiding in your subconcious. Let it show it's face for once.
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Post by horsesalltheway on Jul 11, 2002 15:54:46 GMT -5
Lisa has talent! I feel what your saying.... I can feel what's going on in your life. Keep writing.
Nic
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jul 28, 2002 0:28:53 GMT -5
Spin Misery into Gold
Wipe away your smile, And take down the pain with a spoonful of sand. Didn't you hear? Happiness costs money now. Only $30.00 a grin. Don't let them hear you laugh on your own good actions, They'll just lock you away. Before you show your teeth, Remind them where the coin slot is. You're nothing but a puppet. They pull your strings with their harsh words spoken in the gentlest of tones. "Fear not, Princess, you shall just live a life of eternal loneliness." Open your wallet, Burn a hole in your pocket. Tears are liquid gold.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jul 31, 2002 0:31:08 GMT -5
And So the Cycle Continues...
You wonder if it hurts to die, And I'm curious as to how birth feels. I hope you've realized that I breathe, too. The words that I know you spoke... Intoxicated with guilt, sobered on reality. I'm not proud to admit that I smelled you on my sheets again last night. I was ready to fly when you tied me down once more. I only feel whole when I'm someone else's shadow. I thought it was over. I thought I could fall asleep before the sun rises, But I'm frightened... It's only just begun.
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Post by x n0ise on Aug 3, 2002 1:14:21 GMT -5
Bravo, Lisa, bravo!!!
You are such an awesome poet! Definitely talented! I'm so eager to read more of you work! ;D
<3 haley
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Aug 3, 2002 2:05:12 GMT -5
To be perfectly honest,I have no idea what you are talking about and I don't get the 'I feel what you are feeling' thing. I have no idea what any of your stuff means..
and ya'll keep saying 'omg like you are like so talented'. Everyone has talent. So what's the difference??
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Post by x n0ise on Aug 3, 2002 15:59:41 GMT -5
Heather, what's your problem? Just because you don't feel it, doesn't me others don't also. I relate to many of Lisas poems...I love them! Yes, I agree everyone has talent. So why can't we tell them that? <3 haley
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