poetry

Night_Angel · Post by **Night_Angel** » 07-05-04, 8:14 pm

Mistrust
Mistrust is found as I walk through the door,
I hate myself for loving you once more.
I kner that you would hurt me again,
Why did I come home at 9 instead of 10?
I break through the door and see her there,
Perfect body and bright sunshine hair.
I hate you for kissing her lips,
I hate myself for emptying the clip.
Pulling my gun and firing off rounds,
Watching her body fall to the ground.
Now I am facing 15 years to life,
All because I wasn't your trophy wife.

Night_Angel · Post by **Night_Angel** » 07-05-04, 9:00 pm

what, no comments?

Musiclover · Post by **Musiclover** » 07-05-04, 9:15 pm

to depressing for my taste but good

Merideth · Post by **Merideth** » 07-05-04, 9:23 pm

yeah, kind of on the dark side.

Night_Angel · Post by **Night_Angel** » 07-05-04, 9:27 pm

thankies, i like doing my poetry....i do it mostly when i am in a bad mood....then i quickly cheer up.

Merideth · Post by **Merideth** » 07-05-04, 9:32 pm

in that case, it's good that you have an outlet for sadness.

Night_Angel · Post by **Night_Angel** » 07-05-04, 9:36 pm

yuppers, drawing, poetry, painting....pretty much anything artistic

G.O.D · Post by **G.O.D** » 07-05-04, 10:00 pm

hehe my sister is the artistic one in my family..she got it from my mom.

I'm the more thinking type..

Peter · Post by **Peter** » 07-05-04, 10:37 pm

I like it Night_Angel

Danny1810 · Post by **Danny1810** » 08-05-04, 2:04 am

Night_Angel · Post by **Night_Angel** » 10-05-04, 9:58 pm

thankies!! **takes a bow**

fuzzster · Post by **fuzzster** » 11-05-04, 7:12 am

First off...Night Angel...you got TALENT!

Now...I will share one that i wrote in days of trouble from my past.

Fear

Why is my life so full of fear?
Being so afraid to even shed a tear.
My thougths are so filled with sorrow,
The reality of it all makes me dread tomorrow.
I try to live my life the way I should.
But when I look in me I can see no good.
I was full of love care and love to share.
But now my heart has been stripped bare.
To the world there is something to give.
But this I cannot find and don't know why to live.
I long to scream out for help.
All I can muster is a tiny yelp.
The smile I wear on my face is a mask.
To maintain this front has become too much of a task.
I long to be happy, joyous, and free.
But in the end, fear keeps me from getting to know me.

.:VerTiGo:. · Post by **.:VerTiGo:.** » 11-05-04, 11:38 am

=D> that was sad.. but very good, fuzzywuzzy..

Merideth · Post by **Merideth** » 11-05-04, 11:47 am

yes, very good... but how about some happy poetry now?

.:VerTiGo:. · Post by **.:VerTiGo:.** » 11-05-04, 12:00 pm

poetry is generally not happy..