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Poetry for Healing

14th February, 2004. 11:50 pm. Crazy(cirrhosis)

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11th February, 2004. 8:56 pm. Two songs I wrote today. I'm thinking of combining them into one.(cirrhosis)

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3rd February, 2004. 8:24 pm. Soot(cirrhosis)

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13th January, 2004. 3:20 pm. Incomplete(cirrhosis)

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31st December, 2003. 3:58 am.(iwishtobealone)

i just kinda wrote this as i went along, no major revisions. i think maybe if i worked on this a little and structured it better it would be pretty good, but the way it is right now...it still conveys how i feel...i was just staring at the sky in the parking lot of a walmart feeling empty.

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ill never live in the clouds
yet i stare at them waiting to be found
maybe the sky is bluer from the ground

ill stop looking up when all is lost
never again will you catch me lost in a book
and i wont glare at the heavens when there's nowhere else to look

ill never live in the clouds
however i will remain here--waiting to be saved
sadly my patience will end with the grave

forever ill live in this world
kicking and screaming ill make it through
always wishing i was over there--with you

ill never live in the clouds
yet i stare at them waiting to be found
maybe the sky is bluer from the ground

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28th December, 2003. 11:35 am. The Disillusioned Child of Glass(cirrhosis)

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24th December, 2003. 3:02 pm. The Wings of Grace(cirrhosis)

On the wings of the bedamned
She flies herself to sleep
Fretting what the future holds
For herself, her doven strands
A good night's birth in guise
For cryptic sunbeams and
The rue of what's to come

The graceful nature
She's adopted to be
Perchance of pen-chants
The vinyl rain drops that
Rusted her old face

Browsing among the criminals
That stole her youth away
What Silver Limit ruse
Did she worship this time?
A good life's betrayal
Belonging to the man's
Only God of sweet choice

The graceful nature
She's adopted to be
Perchance of pen-chants
The vinyl rain drops that
Rusted her old face

The benevolent sigh heaved
By Blue Amore's lovely gaze
Leaving air aroused to thoughts
Of the sweetness adopted
Innocence she can’t trade
To be the escape of
Animosity's demise

The graceful nature
She's adopted to be
Perchance of pen-chants
The vinyl rain drops that
Rusted her old face

Rising to the moonlit suns
The tombs of the begotten
The land that we've forgotten
To exist in imaginations
Of the children's bright eyes
That wonder with the heads
That rise above the millions
Of moonlit suns and stars

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19th December, 2003. 8:36 pm. life and all it contains(gothfrogs6603)

well...my name is amanda and i am a little new at this..but i decided why not..ppl tell me that my poetry is good but i think its crap ...i guess you can let me know...be honest please..

i have let myself down, i have let these walls crumble
you were the needed element for such mind boggling decisions
i let my heart run freely and now it has yet shattered again
nothing here but me and this cursed shadow

the light plays many tricks on the so willing mind
the foolish heart can see not through anothers
i am ashamed of who i am and what ive become
this horrid exuse for a body, waisted soul for a mind

my future is not so bright, who has taken my light
my future with u has dwindled into something of a nice dream
i will not count the stars 2night,nor watch the moon in amaze
what i have i done to inherit this tedious life

so now all i have are my writtings
my beloved is lost, departing, secluded
there is no heaven for you when you live in hell
my god is me, i cannot trust another

my emotions are wearing, this life pointless
i have not heard your voice what seems like forever
are we still together, in love and close
do you think of me as often as you did

do you cry at night wishing i was there
so many questions for you to not answer
when will we speak again, fall in love all over
there is all this doubt, will you not call

Current mood: tired.

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29th November, 2003. 7:49 pm. I'm a feedback whore. Feel free to comment.(cirrhosis)

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16th November, 2003. 3:22 am.(iwishtobealone)

when i was young,
my ignorance was the source of my faith.
when i got a little older,
i thought i knew the Lord.
later, when i was happy,
i thought i knew it all and i had life figured out.
when i was smart,
i abanoned my faith.

now im lost,
living without a purpose.
waiting for my reason to surface.
will i abondon faith when all is well?,
or will i forever burn in hell?

i loving god wouldnt do this to me.
he wouldnt take my life from me.

this is why i have to realize its my fault

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