Poor Little Angel Boy
You seem to have broken wings.
Will you tell me what happened?
I may be able to help.

Poor Little Angel Boy
You look a bit lost.
Where are you suppose to be?
I know this place well.

Poor Little Angel Boy
The devil has pulled you under
I can no longer help you

Poor Little Angel Boy
You have to learn not to be naive
Why do you have such distraught?
I know how to get rid of such pain.

Poor Little Angel Boy
Your story is to be unseen
And so it is to be untold.


I know why I wrote this I'm just not going to go into detail.
The title should be obvious. Poor Little Angel Boy

This post was edited by STds_Ruined_my_life on Feb 13 2008 08:25pm

very well said

My biggest paradox

Give my what I want
Only to take it back

Make me feel what I did
Just to make me feel the opposite

Let me have life
Only so I may die

Hold my hand
Just to let go in the end

Get ready to jump
Only to step off the edge

This is my biggest paradox;
To speak aloud
Yet not be heard
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To the Beggars Not Living

Words are spoken
No ears for it to be heard
Creating a sound
A wave of motion
Your soundless voice reverberates off these walls
Land back to you
Not hearing what was just said;
A whisper in the crowd
Isn't that loud
Outspoken, Heart broken
The senator has no ability to care
Therefore no ability to feel or hear
Your opinion, thoughts, ideas,
Just a gust of wind blown by again and again.
Only this Time
This One Time
A response
Just a simple statement
"I hear you." The gentleman says
Vanishing before you
One single tear falls from your eye
Wait.
Go back
Back to the beginning
Back to before, when everyone heard you
When life was just willing to listen to you.
Lets go back to that time when you were accepted
Find yourself in an empty room
with no windows, only a door leading
to a hall with more doors
that lead to empty rooms.

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That Feeling

Mind Bombed
Fingers Numbed
Hard to breathe
Easy to see

You don't have to let go
Hold on to me tighter
You don't have to keep crying
Just hold on to me tighter

Please don't be scared
I'm right here
Please don't hide from me
Because I'm right here


It's Like:


Mind bombed
Fingers numbed
Hard to Breathe
Easy to see

you know me and unrhyming poems

Lol yeah.
I have started to notice a trend in my poems compared to those of older more famous ones.
I assume they started out rhyming and as their work progressed, they felt it had more potential and emotion when
it did not.

I wanna try again! My gatsby one was fun!

Achilles:
My dearest friend
I sit here close
weeping your end
i wish you most
to withdraw from war
was wrong of me
to send the one i adore
blindness i see
My dearest love
i hold your hand
i kneel above
without u i cant stand
the one i miss
is you, Patroclus
For you,
my heart will never mend
As you are gone
My one true friend
Patroclus...

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Not so good.

meh, i tried, poetry is hard

you're trying too hard.

They are best when you aren't trying at all.