I don't know what to put on this thing, so I guess I'm just gonna put some of my poetry on it. First I gotta say thanks to my mom for letting me have a blog, so.... "THANKS MOM!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!" I know some of this poetry is kinda sad, but don't worry 'cuz I'm not that depressed any more.
PAIN
My heart is bleeding and this pain will not pass. It's not receading, my body is going numb. A bad trip child. Go away. I just want to be thrown away. I made a mess, I am a mess. I can't control my feelings. I don't want to talk to the counselor or the doctor to tell them how I feel, and i know it gets worse every day. Life's been sucked out of me. Just leave me to crumble alone. I have no one to talk to, but that's ok, who would want to talk to me ant way? I can't handle the pressure you put on me, I AM about to break! People at school say I'm crazy, I ignore them, but the pain just stays and stores away, ripping out my heart and soul because i can't say anything about it. Some people apologize, but my pain won't go away. You can't do anything about it now, because my life is already gone and the damage has been done. You say my life is good, but look at what I've become.
THE PAIN YOU CAUSED
I hpoe yo know the pain you caused by leaving me out in the cold. My heart feels numb and my mind is tingly, but the part that hurts the most is me soul. You beat me when I was younger, and that I shall never forget! I hope one day you'll realize and be so full of regret. All the things you did to me, I hope you want to hurl! Did I do something wrong, or is it just because i'm a girl?
DEAD ROSES
Each rose represents a life, and each time one dies, another life was wasted, but each time one blooms, another life has just begun.
TIME IN TIME
Time in time and time again, this power overcomes me, but how do I know this power over comes me, time and time again.
FEELINGS
My hopes are shattered, and my dreams are faded. What was left of my soul is gone. The pain is still here, and still it creeps so silently. I can't show you how i feel inside, for fear of being left in the cold. After so many years, I've learned to keep my feelings inside, trapped like the stars in the sky. I know it's time to let my feelings out. I don't know what you feel for me, but I'll tell you what I feel for you.
MY LOVE FOR YOU
My love for you is everlasting, it won't ever fade away. My love for you is longing, I long for you to stay. Stay and say you love me and I'll say "I love you too!"
QUESTIONS
Why does life have to be so hard? Why do so many things go wrong? Why can't anyone fix me? Why am I who I am? Why can't my life be better? Why are so many people dying every day? Why do our beliefs matter? Why is it so hard to make friends? Why are there all these questions? Why are there no answers?
STRANGE
It's strange how life can be scarry, but life can be even scarrier.
8 comments:
Hey baby bear... Mom here. I love your poems, and I remember feeling some of the same things when I was 14. Im glad you decided to blog - but if you break my computer I'm going to ground you for the rest of your life! I love you Bear.
SO NOW - FOR ANYONE ELSE WHO MAY COMMENT HERE - THIS IS THE BLOG OF A 14 YEAR OLD. IF ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING EVEN SLIGHTLY OFFENSIVE OR OUT OF LINE - YOU WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I CAN DO WHEN SOMEONE HURTS MY KIDS - BUT REST ASSURED IT WON'T BE PRETTY. FAIR WARNING.
HEY MY BLUE GIRL, WHAT`S UP? yOUR POETRY IS OVERWHELMING...IT ALMOST TAKES MY BREATH AWAY. OMG I SO REMEMBER FEELING ALL OF THOSE WAYS,MAN IT WAS SO DAMN HARD TO GROW UP, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IT`S HARD BEING GROWN UP TOO - ALTHOUGH I DONT THINK IT SEEMS AS IF THE WORLD (YOUR WORLD AS A YOUNG WOMAN)WILL COME TO AN END IF THINGS DONT UNFOLD LIKE WE WANT THEM TO. OR MAYBE IT DOES ...WE JUST DEAL A LITTLE BETTER CUZ WE HAVE LIVED THROUGH IT AND MAYBE HAVE BECOME NUMB OR DE-SENSITIZED IN A WAY, SO WE DONT FEEL AS HARD AS YOU! I LOVE YOU BLUE GIRL AND I`M STOKED THAT YOUR COMING TO SPEND THE NIGHT - BUT WE WILL AT SOME POINT HAVE TO TALK ABOUT YER GRADES EH?
Hi BlueGirl!!!
Auntie mac here!!!
You poetry is heart wrenching & beautiful at the same time. I used to write poetry all the tim ewhen I was younger. My photography is how I express myself now. I think blogging may be of some help to you.You can say whatever you want, it's a great place to vent. You can read others blogs & see that you are not alone. We go through hard times, you just make sure you have a good support group & then you can face whatever life decides to throw at you.
I remember being a teenager all too well & I remember how hard it was & I have to be honest ...I would not be a teen again for all the money in the world!!!!
OH & IF ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING OFFENSIVE & OUT OF LINE ON THIS BLOG YOU CAN BE ASSSURED THEY WILL HAVING A CRAZY CANADIAN ON THERE ASS BIG TIME!!!!
(Hee hee....I said ass:P)
Momma bear says it's O.K. right??!!LOL!
Grampa Daddy, Hmmmm. Kinda hard for me to remember that far back to my early teens, but I remember problems. Thing is here I am, the old man, and sh*t, still happens. But we still try to pick ourselves up and keep moving it down the line. You keep your head high, and moving forward. Don't look back, cause a new day is dawwning, just around the corner.
Welcome to the blogging world Miss Blue! Poetry is such a wonderful way to express yourself... I used to write a ton myself and I always found it to be a great way to release my feelings.
OH YEA, AND I'LL ADD TO THE THREAT IF ANYONE DECIDES TO COME INTO THIS BLOG AND BE OUT OF LINE IN ANY WAY! ONE OF US WILL MANAGE TO GET OUR HANDS ON THE GUILTY PARTY!
Thanks for all the comments guys! Lately it's been hard to express myself. I really appriciate you guys looking out for me too! I could get pretty mean though if someone started dissin' me about my poetry. Now I can say I have back up! LOL! Well, I spose I ran out of stuff to say, so,um, I LOVE Y'ALL!!!!
THIS IS MOM FROM MAR'S HOUSE - IT'S OK TO SAY FUCK IN HERE AS LONG AS IT'S USED IN GOOD CONTEXT.....
READ YOUR BLOG AND I WAS IMPRESSED. I AM HERE TO TELL YOU MY DEAR THAT YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THE PAIN YOU EXPRESS IN YOUR POEMS. EVEN I, THIS OLD AUNTIE CAN RELATE. I REMEMBER SIXTEEN AND HOW I THOUGHT MY PAIN WAS SO UNIQUE AN THAT NO ONE IN THE WORLD COULD UNDERSTAND HOW I FELT. I HATED THE WORLD, MY PARENTS, MY LIFE. I WISH I COULD GIVE YOU A WORLD OF WISDOM BUT I CAN'T. I CAN SAY WITH CONFIDENCE, THAT THE WORLD OUT THERE IS WAITING FOR YOU. USE IT WISELY AND IT WILL REPAY YOU. LOVE YOU. AUNT SISSY
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