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Im sitting here lying here dieing here crying here here without a clue seeing you there with here in your arms get me to make even more scars some are here some over there and there is plenty comming around there tears stream down past my heart when I give a smile in your direction you looking at me and me looking at you everything is getting grogy only till i see black what do you see? |
"thought Contact"
Alive. Alive? The guilt That one feels from the watching of one's own Destruction By another is horriible You think "That guy will beat me." Your fear Is selfish Never thinking "I'm older and stronger" Never believing You can do it You watch... O how the thoughts and memories from the future torment your past... She was 18 Filled with vitality, hope, and Life Closeness with people I saw no use in So I watched person after person Die Without a care in the world I understood death, Yet It held no real value to ome "Why does everyone cry?" "Why do I not cry?" A tear rolled out of my eye i brooded over these thoughts An ever since I've cried One tear for every person that I know has died Just to make sure the Existence of my sister is not forgotten... "Why am I here" "What is the point of my existence" "Better yet, What is the point of our creation," Never got an answer on the latter Got one on the other Life is funny like that, Always to each his own... The freindships of past were fun People change Like always Without notice They move on from one event Just to go to another On purpose By mistake Noone else is sure But who cares to see my freind of grade school now is rare, yet Sad Why? Who knows He's different That's okay So am I But he's gone the road of so many black men Yet I'm still waiting... Dreams that one can't control are the weirdest They feel like Reality Like everyday life, yet They're not Van racing over the bridge Everyone sleeping Unknowing I'm awake Why? I look up at the driver's seat Asleep too... I try to wake him up He falls over Car swerves Feet off the floor Why God Why Are they asleep Aware Alive... Death? Death. |
The poems called thought contact. Tell me how you like it.
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that is a very beautiful poem, how long did you spend on it? I like it alot, really.
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it was written for my creative writing class...I like to write peoems, but I seem to only be able to write them when I'm in school...I have others...
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Some of it doesn't hold true anymore, because like my freinds and family, I grew up...
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haha, I have a good one I wrote earlier during class, lemme get it
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What am I doing? I look out and see what was a glass half full half empty I look out the other side and see the lake half empty half full I look forward... |
Seasons are of many sorrows
Seasons of change
arent they ever so strange I look up with tears in my eyes only as he dies i feel it changing can you feel it getting colder to strech out your arms just so you can hold her i cry with bitter love as times will change around us we pass away in this last light of day |
yours are so sad...Why?
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