Okay, I decided to post some of my own writings and stuff.

I like to write poetry about a girl, and everything somethings happens to her, mostly she ends up dead. A bit insane, I know, but some time ago I felt that way, so it's somehow about me, only I'm not dead. And I'm glad that I'm not.

I begin with 8 poems I wrote between the end of 2004 and the beginning of 2005. I'm sure I have more about this girl, but I lost some when I was moving to my boyfriend (yes we live together, err, well, with his parents), so I'm not really happy about that, but maybe I'll find them somewhere.

They're inspired by my life and some songs, from Seether and Creed, and from two Dutch bands (Intwine and Asrai, maybe you know them, they're great!)

Don't copy them, please. They're mine and I want them to stay that way!

I hope you like them, please reply.


Imperfection
September 16, 2004

She knows she's not perfect
In her thirteen worlds she's nobody
She doesn't even know her
She's a stranger to herself

She knows she's not everything
In her mind she wants to be nothing
To herself she's nobody
She can't face her face in the mirror

A world she didn't create
Imperfection



Secret Way Out
September 25, 2004

you think you know her
like the back of your hand
but you don't know a thing

one day she came to you
you were sitting there
and then she said, she said:

"I have a secret way out
if you take my hand
I will show you"

confused as you are
you took her hand
you thought you knew her

she leads you to a place
where you're alone together
and then she said, she said:

"this is my secret
my secret way out
look carefully"

she shows you her arms
filled with wounds
filled with scars

it's what she called
her secret way out
her escape from pain



RazorSlut
November 11, 2004

She is so alone
Her friends are never at home
She feels so broken
These words she has not spoken
She knows she's lost
No one she can trust

When she cries on the floor
She says she is no whore
So many thoughts in her head
They make her tears turn red
She calls herself a razorslut
Memories make her cut

She thinks her body is only for use
It's her only excuse
Before men leave, they pay
They don't care and go away
Leave her broken on the ground
She's lost, won't be found

She has tried so hard
But her soul is torn apart
She cannot live this life
It's so hard to survive
So many tears she cried
She had to slit her wrists and died



Tower
January 5, 2005

She built a wall
It became a tower
There she's all alone
Nobody would disturb her

But she has claustrophobia
The walls came down
They would crush her
Nobody hears her screams

This is how I feel everyday
Isn't it strange,
I almost cannot describe this feeling?
When it's all I've ever felt



She
February 20, 2005

Her world is black
Her tears are red
She cries all night
Until she's dead

She is all alone
Inside her mind
She is so lost
Nobody will find

She lies on the floor
She closes her eyes
Inside her world
She lives in her own lies

She cries when she's alone
She screams out loud
She cannot escape
There's no way out

She killed herself
Her body is rotten
She died tonight
She's forgotten

Her world is black
Her tears are red
She cried all night
Now she's dead



Why Me?
April 19, 2005

At night she's awake
She cannot dream
Everything's so unreal
Things aren't what they seem

Her skin is pale
Her tears are red
Her sight is blurred
She wishes herself dead

She's disguisting herself
When she looks into the mirror
She thinks so much
But her thoughts aren't clearer

The door is locked
And there's no key
She keep on asking:
Why me, Why me?



Silent Cries
April 27, 2005

In silence she cried so many tears
It doesn't matter how many pain she bears
At least, she thinks that way
So many thoughts she cannot say

She gets hurt so many times
Then she crosses her own lines
Every day she has tears in her eyes
No one hears her silent cries

She doesn't want the world to see her
She never will be the girl she were
All those times she hides the truth
All her memories, and her youth

It's all too much, she doesn't want to exist
She want to die, she slits her wrist
She's losing her blood and she dies
No one heard her silent cries



Her Own Prison
April 27, 2005

She has built her own prison
A prison with own walls
A prison with own railings
A prison without a window

She has built her own prison
The walls are cold and drab
And the floor is filthy
The chamber is narrow

She has built her own prison
She had to be alone for once
Life made her going insane
She brought it to an end

She has built her own prison
There isn't a way to escape
She is totally isolated
There is no way out

She has built her own prison
With walls so huge as a giant
The only possible way out,
Is through death

She had built her own prison
A prison with own walls
A prison with own railing
A prison without a window

You have some really great poems here, I especially like 'Razorslut' and 'Silent tears'

the stanza in razorslut is very powerful

Great work

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Thanks! It's Silent Cries instead of Silent Tears.

Time for more poetry. Just one this time. It's inspired by something that happend in my life. Some time ago, a friend of mine committed suicide. This poem is written about a girl, but it's the same story. I've got more poetry about my friend, but I don't want to post them (yet). This wound never heals

I know my English isn't great in this poem, but I was just 15 (now I'm 17, almost 18)


Speechless
June 26, 2003

You see the girl walking, talking, laughing
You see her smile, she’s so popular
You wish you’d like a bit like her
She talks with everybody about their problems

You see the girl walking, talking, laughing
You know you love her, because you can always talk
And someday you realize she’s so special to you
Because you can always talk together and laugh together

She looks like she’s unproblematic
She looks so happy
But it’s all a lie
She’s the girl who can’t talk

On a cold day in autumn
You heard something of friends
The girl where you always can talk with
She took her life away

You miss her walking, talking, laughing
You miss her smile, the girl you could talk to
You really really miss her, want her to come back
But it’s too late now, she’s gone

She looked like she’s unproblematic
She looked so happy
But it’s all a lie
She’s the girl who couldn’t talk

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your poems're so sad! But beautiful because of showing something personal in such frank way! I liked it! I hope you went through that already!

i would stay here in this forum forever... i love when i read some cool stuff, poems, coments, news, whatever it is.. im kinda new here but ive been really happy about evboard.. here we can do tons of stuff.. thats awesome..

for the poet..
hey chick, i really apreciated your poems... and its a good news that you are alive..
listen, i know im nothing to you, im nothing in this world, but i can say that its more worthy living than stopin all this.. theres sooo much too see, to learn and just a few years to all this... try to do your best and be yourself...
if you need someone to talk, dont bother to send me some msg.. it would a pleasure sharing with you my thoughts as well..
cya around.
GOd bless ya

Hi Everyone,

Thank you for your replies!


At first I want to tell you, those poems are not really the way I feel nowadays, it's how I felt in the past. Yes, someday I feel this way, but I'm not like, oh I want to kill myself or something, no, that's gone, I'm glad I'm still alive, really, I am. So please don't worry about me or something.

Now I'm going to search for more stuff for you to read.

Found it! Theme: Life and death.


Why
April 22, 2004

Why do we live?
When there's no reason to live

Why do we fight?
When everything is already lost

Why do we go on?
When it's useless

Why do we forget?
When you're already forgotten

Why do we feel?
When it's only grief

Why do we make contacts?
When every contact is already broken

Why do we live?
For the ones that love us

Why do we die?
Because life sometimes asks too much



Game Over
March 21, 2005

This is a game
Just another play
Life plays with us
It's a game called life

Sometimes easy and nice
Sometimes difficult and sad
With many losers
No one will survive

We were born to live
And we live to die
In all those years
Life means pain

Play it wrong
Play it right
It doesn't matter
You will die

Game Over

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Thank you

You make me shy *blusses*



At my Introduction Post (Who am I?) I said my inspiration's gone, but it's back *shocked*
I've got lots and lots of ideas, and I only have to fit them together. So maybe you're going to read them soon.


Why not another poem? Something happy this time? Okay something happy.
It's written for my boyfriend.


With You
April 24, 2005 (my birthday!)

I am your girl forever
I don't want to lose you, never
All the pieces fit together
With you, life's so much better

Without you I'm nothing at all
You would catch me as I fall
I gave you my heart
Please don't tear it apart

I love you