The Woods

Beautiful songs bedevil us blind
Mysteriously scary, actually ordinary
A poet, ever so quitely kind

Beware of dark faces seeking pleasure in lies
Masquerading evils ugly guise
Ones who wear hoods that cover their eyes

Be zealous and cling to internal hearts zest
Remain true to yourself. I beg of you......
Someday return to woods peaceful rest

ever since november or so i've taken a shot at song writing and stuff, think i have around 20 or so roughly completed, i'll try and post some.
heres one i wrote one day in english class when i was board and sort of my views and how i see other kids my age react to certain stuff, and yea i know its far from being good, so please criticize away, thanks....

Class (Freedom Of Expression)

I sit here at this old wooden desk
As it rocks back and forth
Cracking, coming apart
Writing down some bull-shit notes
That I'm never gonna use

As my pen begins to die
Try to hold my head up and pull the hood up over it
And try so hard to pry my eyes open
With out falling asleep

Boring lectures, they just keep
Going on and on (rambles and scrambles)
They never seem to end
Look around at my class mates
See whos gonna drop outta here
Whispering voices go 'round and 'round
About how the hell did we get stuck here

A cell phone rings
Some music plays
A teacher yells
As a boring book drops
Never am I gonna use these worthless notes
All of this doubting information
Who gives a shit about fucking politics
In high school anyways
Can't the bell just ring and get me outta here

Boring lectures, they just keep
Going on and on (rambles and scrambles)
They never seem to end
Look around at my class mates
See whos gonna drop outta here
Whispering voices go 'round and 'round
About how the hell did we get stuck here

Papers throwing
Doors slamming
Teachers try to stop it (they asked for it)
To much we give them
So much shit we feed them
Fed up with us kids
Gonna get outta here
And never see us or catch us again....

i like do like yours alot to Absorbentmind its quite interesting and sorry about taking over your thread to. heres another one called Your Shooting Stars, i wrote it for my friend Cassie, after reading it you may see what its really about....

Your Shooting Stars

I saw your marks
I saw your scars
And underneath the wristband
That hides and holds all your shooting stars

Sweatshirts and bracelts
Are what you use as cover
To shadow your madness
Excuses and lies are what you say and tell
Even on those hot summer days
Still you collided with yourself and that hoodie
To keep it on just awhile longer
Just alittle bit more

I saw your marks
I saw your scars
And underneath the wristband
That holds all your shooting stars
I watched you fall
And witnessed you come undone
I wanted to cry with you, to save you
And longed to bring you back

But at the end of each passing day
Back safe in your own room
Shades drawn closed
With the comfort of your own blade
After the torment from them
You long to reach for it once agan....

I saw your marks
I saw your scars
And underneath the wristband
That holds all your shooting stars
I watched you fall
And witnessed you come undone
I wanted to cry with you, to save you
And longed to bring you back

No one understands the troubles
Your burdened with (but me)
All the hard times you face
And how much of a struggle it is for you
Just to survive
Day by day
Thats how you take it

Reaching and grabbing
Cutting and bleeding
Screaming and pouring
Crying and Calling
Can NOT stop
Can NOT quit
Regain control
Get your strengh back (and rest)

I saw your marks
I saw your scars
And underneath the wristband
That holds all your shooting stars
I watched you fall
And witnessed you come undone
I wanted to cry with you, to save you
And longed to bring you back

Your shooting stars
That you hide so well
These shooting stars
All of your shooting stars
I'm here to help you erase....

I really love this poem...I've had it a long time. I thought I'd share it. I hope you all enjoy it.


think about this....maybe God wanted us to meet the wrong person before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we wil know how to be grateful for that gift. Maybe when the door of happiness closes, another opens.

But often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. Maybe the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swin with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.


Maybe it is true that we do not know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we do not know what we have been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Do not expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart. But if it does not, be content it grew in yours. It takes only a minutes to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone; but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Do not go for looks; they can deceive. Do not go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real. Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to to. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy. Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts them too.


The happiest of people do not necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried; for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you cannot go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and the heartaches. So make love to the present and fuck the past....

-Unknown

Haven't posted here in a while... Gotta few poems written just randomly... here's one that I didn't count the syllables in so it's a little rough. :/

I know You see me struggling
just to follow You
You always pick the smartest path
something I can do

I see You standing over there
Your arms are open wide
But still I follow my own way
Do I try to hide?

There's so many things I don't want
You to ever see
All the stupid things I've done
who I try to be.

It's dumb to shelter anything
from a God like You.
You already know who I am
everything I do.

Why can't I see You still love me
even though You know
Just how much I've hurt Your heart
and said "I won't go!"

You've paid the biggest price of all
to have me with You
In heaven for eternity
What more can You do?

Well here I am, I'm not alone
running from my Dad
the only one who's held me every time
I felt a little sad

Deep down I know there's just one choice
the best one to choose
by following the only God
I will never lose

You carry me when things are rough
dry my salty tears
You protect me from Satan's lies
and calm all my fears

You laugh with me when things are good
walking hand in hand
You take pride when I follow You
lighting up the land

So now I find I'm turning back
to Your perfect grace
Lord, thanks for waiting all this time
So I can see Your face

Aaand while I'm on here...

Can You Hear the Sun?

Under a scarlet blanket
Her serene dreams frolic.
Beneath her, all stand silent,
Solemn, calm, and stoic.

Slowly she rises from sleep,
A single ray shoots out.
Bathe the anxious world below.
Hear the waking leaves shout.

As the famous opera starts,
She lets fiery drapes drop.
Free of all hindrances,
Bound never to stop.

Her warm, abandoned tails change.
See her true beauty shine.
Dancing across open skies,
She steals this heart of mine.

Gaze at her magnificence,
Humble, she hides her face.
The earth calls for her love,
To capture her wondrous grace

Puffy accents for edges,
She turns this way and that.
Pose for us, the audience.
Let our envy grow fat.

As time moves ever forward
She struts along the path.
All can appreciate her,
Untouched by her hot wrath

Dubious not of our ways,
Daunted not by distance,
Before long she sees her home,
No path of least resistance.

Her lace begins to color.
Red, orange, and is that blue?
She pirouettes to a close,
Every bow gives a new hue.

Leaves rustle restless farewells.
They, too, turn brilliant shades.
The sky shimmers one last time
As the waning light fades.

Observe her curtains pulled down.
The glow fades ever low.
We know she smiles somewhere,
Dancing a vibrant show.

In her wake the darkness shines;
Creatures too shy for light.
Move about on their cold earth,
Searching with all their might.

If only to find one small scrap,
Anything to reveal,
What it is they always miss.
Is this myth even real?

Turning from wonders unknown,
Ignoring what can't be,
They watch the moon dance at night.
Is that all they can see?

Those born of ebony clouds
Know not what they settle for.
A second best performance,
How could they wish for more?

Just open you eyes wider!
Take a good look around!
What beauty do you pass by?
Are you listening for what hasn't sound?

anti-social, You have a special gift!!! I really enjoyed your poems. I'm working on one right now, I'll post it when it's finished. Thanks again for sharing.

>.< Thank you! I look forward to reading the one you're working on. I remember there was a thread runnin' around with a title rather similar to, if the not the same as, this one. It has some super-good poems by the other members on it. Any idea what happened to it?

Hopefully it didn't spontaneously combust. :/

The old thread was also POEM post yours, but it was locked because it was longer than 30 days, since someone last posted. You can find it on the 2nd page of general discussion.

Aw, a new setting thing of the forums. I remember reading about that somewhere. At least we can still reeeeead them.

Anti-social, If you read this, pm me your thoughts please.


In Dreams Believe

Under the lofty pines moon glow
I stand alone, inside myself
A sacred place
Where truest human emotion
Blissfully begins to grow

Like the seasons bestir
At times beset beyond free will
Loves language
Is hauntingly silent
A seductive forest somber still

When Stormy Weathers
Fleeting light
From heaven to earth did flow
Five senses awakened!
Fervor nouveaux!

And I felt the deepest longing...
Overcome, euphoria feigned
For all the captivating colors of music
A tender heartfelt melody
Despite all the pain

Then twilight dawned azure skies so blue
Yesterdays ambitions
Were born anew
Though eyes of faith enlighten virtue
Still!

Minds illusions deceive
Should melancholy perceive
Beautiful voice so vivid
Come alive!
In dreams believe!