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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Aug 17, 2002 16:13:03 GMT -5
^^^ I really like your last two poems...they're awesome. Your last one....really went deep. I like it. Anywhoo keep it up...love always -Nik
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Post by Gabster on Aug 20, 2002 0:06:27 GMT -5
I just read Stupid Girl over again. I read it before, and remembered really liking it, so I read it again. Oh. My. God. It's amazing how much that descrbes exactly the way I feel now and so many other times. How can you think that's not good? I love it. It's worded soo well... it's amazing...it really is. I really hope you continue writing, be it poems, songs, whatever, because you're very very talented.
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Aug 20, 2002 22:03:20 GMT -5
^^^^^^ Thanks you guys! This means a lot.
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Aug 25, 2002 17:34:36 GMT -5
Ok. I wrote this song on a napkin at my grandmothers house,lol. ;D
Artificial Death August 23,02
When I killed you Did you think of my last breath?? When I hurt you Did you think it'd ever last?? When I touched you Did you cry?? When I kissed you Did your heart float or die??
Remember. Me.
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Aug 26, 2002 18:35:19 GMT -5
I am not sure if it's a good idea to post this ( ) But... I'm posting it anyway ;D Columbine I wait outside by my locker door. Laughing and talking with friends. I start to lean on the exit And I push open the door. When all of a sudden I see two faces. And guns going off in the hall. I stare at the boys who was my friend And he stares back. I stay there and wait as I watch all the kids Their blood is splattered on the wall. I look up at the two boys who were my friends That's when I took the fall. They're staring right back at me Their eyes begging me to leave But instead I watch them go As I cry to myself. First I was being me. But at the end. I turned into someone else. I ran up to the boys Hoping they would stop then I took the guns from them And then I killed myself. The happy day that seemed so great, Like nothing could go wrong. Turned into a madhouse, as I sing a sad sad song. Where I lost my friends, My soul, and my head. I lie there thinking I was dead The boy was there beside me The other one was there too. I was dead with them. When the day turned black and blue.
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Aug 26, 2002 22:35:14 GMT -5
I dun get it....^^^
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Sept 4, 2002 21:59:42 GMT -5
^^^^^^ Well, I tried to explain it to you the other day, so i hope you got it now.... ?? ¡ÈWhat¡Çs Going to Happen??¡É<br> 09/03/02 As long as we have talked for I thought you were saying you wanted me The way I wanted you.
Until now when I get small hints That you¡Çre probably just saying it to say it
I want you to be truthful Do you want me or not?? Do you love me the way you say you do??
Stop giving me weird signs Stop saying false things I want to know what you¡Çre feeling And what you think of me.
I love you with all my heart. I say ¡ÆI love you¡Ç and mean it.
I wish we could meet finally And always be together¡Ä¡Ä<br> I hope you feel the same way too¡Ä. ??
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Sept 26, 2002 20:22:39 GMT -5
Sorry I haven't updated in awhile.. I have written some and haven't* posted them yet.. I'll try doing it later.
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Post by Chimera on Sept 26, 2002 23:27:37 GMT -5
I write songs more than poetry,I will post some smoetime!
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Sept 28, 2002 22:26:25 GMT -5
Life Written-- 09-22-02
Blinded Smoothered Pushed away Conceited Stupid My Dismay Lucky Happy Torn apart Nothing Sadness You broke my heart.
Eric-Dylan Obsession 09-22-02
They were part of me They should understand. They were my life. My dream. They are inside me. Rest in Peace.
Boys of Disease 09-22-02
I want to know how They could feel, so evil Inside.
Their mastermind of Disease, that eventually torn Them apart.
Their creation left unhealthy. New disires that were feared. I want to know the Meaning by what was right And wrong.
The challenges were Sober. Their Voices unclear.
They left a Trail of happiness.
Because they Were feared.
Date-Rape
I look at the man In front of me. A stranger I never knew
I felt his hands touch me Then when we were done He broke my heart. Then killed me too. His hands wrapped around my throat. I tried so hard to pull away. But I lie there dead.
I look at the man In front of me. A stranger I used to know. His lover did the same to him. As we lie there dead and cold.
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Sept 29, 2002 22:16:11 GMT -5
^^^ Hey heather....good work...I especially like the first one, Keep up the work
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Post by Beautiful.Disaster on Sept 30, 2002 0:10:06 GMT -5
OMG Heather. I never really read these before, but now that I have read them *actually read them, not scanned them* I realize how talented you are. Your work is so deep, and I can actually feel your pain. You are a very good poet. Keep up the good work. I wouldn't be surprised if you got published one day.
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Sept 30, 2002 18:21:19 GMT -5
aww... Thanks you guys!
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Nov 10, 2002 13:17:18 GMT -5
hey! ok, i wrote this one last year for an English assignment and found it, so hey, i'm posting it! I AmI am special and talented I wonder what others are thinking I hear the ocean yelling I see the birds dancing I want people to know that I am special and talented. I pretend to be a *star* I feel the presence of an engaging ghost I touch the hands of the famous I worry about the world's population I cry when I feel hurt I am special and talented. I understand about life itself I say life is great I dream of helping the homeless I try to be the best I hope for all to be happy I am special and talented. ------------------ This one, I wrote last night:: Past's FutureAlone in darkness Death in wishes Flesh in life. Children laughing Children playing Silence holding back Tears. Fairies flying *Satan falling Playing God again. Truth in silence Failure in words Nothing to do but stare. Long dress flowing Big hands touching Fantasies in your mind. Light window Making room bright Filled with light Filled with *white Alone in darkness No more.
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Post by Audrey on Nov 23, 2002 11:28:12 GMT -5
Wow, Heather! I love your poetry, it's really raw. I love it! You are an awesome poet, girlie.
Audrey
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