here is one of my most passionate poems. if you can't tell...i was having a bad day, but that was once, i really don't hate anyone, but at the moment i wrote this, i did....
I scream in my room
Throw things against the wall.
Bringing pain to myself,
You're not listening at all!
No matter how hard I try
You won't give me a second chance!
Don't tell me this is true!
This was NOT our last dance.
Curse you and some!
The world is spinning,
I'm going numb.
Die now and burn in Hell!
I curse this upon you,
But hush, don't tell.
Die a slow death and cry like a baby!
There's no turning back
No one can save me!
The fire burns your unloving skin.
As you are dying, you see me grin.
The tables have turned
And I'm in the lead!
Once and for all I curse your selfish plea!
Burn! Burn! Burn!
My knife in your heart
I twist it around!
Where is salvation?
Where can it be found?
Scream! Scream! Scream!
I want to hear you cry!
Finally I see it,
The day you die!
Hold your breath
It's going in.
One by one, I'm slitting your skin!
Moan! Moan! Moan!
I want to see you hurt!
Take a deep breath
For this is your curse!
You take a breath
So I skin you alive.
Hang you on my wall,
What an honorable prize.
Pretty violent, eh? I still don't even remember what was going through my head when i wrote that. I seriously wrote that in like...5 minutes. But after I wrote it....i decided, life isn't about ME or MY feelings...so I'm all better and I've forgiven the person that I wrote it about...so no worries. But i have to admit though, it sounds pretty professional...maybe i should write with that much passion about GOD! hehe...seriously though...
My eyes are closed and my face is gland
I looked toward the clouds
A sad shout soon be loud
I wonder why things are the way they are
I have to stand by and say not a word
If only my voice would soon be heard
Knees in the mud I cry out
A something loud be shout
Fancy things or the way I dress
Can never make up for this hatred mess
My skin is going knumb now
The tears of this story are affecting me
Even on the outside it is plain to see
I shout one more time for it to be heard
And this time I think it sparked a verb
"Do something, I?"
Oh, come on sweet child and die!
This life of hatred is not for you
Ask anyone I know, for it be true
I love you I say!
But these words of mine have no way
Sopping in God's tears
As I sit back and look at the past year
How can it be true
That a friendship anew
Can be destroyed
By saying "I Do"
Not marriage I mean
But a heart that is unseen
I wish her be well
And I wish us back
For her friendship is what I seem to lack.
She holds it tighter squeezing her dress
Opens her mouth she does once again
Knowing she loves him more than a friend
Wishing, not hoping she'll find his love
Twirping be heard, what beautiful dove
Love Him so much, He maketh her day
All of because of something He say
He smiles a sweet smile she knows it be true
Finding a joy which is so hard and so few
Love Him she does but also she knows
That what ever she reaps is from what she sows
Love love love those people you hate
Don't hate or soon you will see your fate.
