Things That I Write to Make Me Feel Intelligent

Things That I Write to Make Me Feel Intelligent

These poems may not make sense to you. Let me tell you, some of them did not make any sense to me either. And I wrote them. But regardless of the senselessness in them, I love them because I wrote them. So read my efforts at writing a poem... Oh... And they are sectioned off. The first section is what I feel about my dull life. The second section is about the one I love. The third section is about my 'outlandish' appearance. Aaand the fourth is about how dreadfully tiresome my days are. Last but not least, the fifth section is about my friends. Enjoy...

Messed Up Story of Me

Jealousy has ruled my life
Disgusing it as hatred
Feeling all this pain and strife
Doubting I could make it

Wanting to patch things up
Not being allowed to
Why am I such a shmuck,
And so boring too?

Never forgiven
Always forgotten
That is the sad story I'm living
Life unwraveling like a sweater of cotton

Please leave me be
In this horrid place
I'm sure you'll agree
You don't want to see my face

Being like this is so irritating
I wish I could just tell the truth
People find my thoughts amusing
Ah, how I hate youth

Alone

Everyone is leaving me

I begin to feel the pain

Of my heart being slain

Nobody can feel nor see

Abandoned I feel

Lost and out of hope

Afraid for myself, I begin to mope

Making too big of a deal

Maybe I need to find a place

Deep within my thoughts

A place where all my battles may be fought

In this spot, it will be me that I chase

Alas! I cannot make it go away

This feeling of utter dispair

I'm afraid it will always remain there

Getting worse day by day

I'll just wait

Till the glorious day I see you again

What a fabulous day it'll be then

Or maybe, that is not our fate

My soul can again be sewn

Once I can touch you, see you, and such

Oh how I will miss you so much

Untill that faithful day I shall remain...

Alone

What Will It Take?

Holding you in sweet embrace

Staring into your warm face

Wondering what I must do

So that you can love me too

Cloudy

Heart ripped from its place
Staring into this cold face

I've seen him here before
Sadly, I do not know him anymore

Wanting to reach out and comfort him
Not being able to grab at his limbs

He is so sheltered in his own mind
If he looked in his heart, I wonder what he'd find

What he feels I now feel
Wanting his layers to peel

Hiding from everyone not wanting to come out
Hate so bottled up inside, all he can do is shout

This is the one I love, the one I cannot infilct harm upon
I will wage this war, untill it is finally done

Eric

He's what I've always wanted
What I've been waiting for
My dreams he has haunted
All my thoughts, words, and more

Waiting for the right moment
To proclaim my love to him
Afraid of abolishment
No desire to feel grim

Confused him and abashed as well
I think I have done this time
He makes my life a living Hell
Even though he is sublime

I love him to bits and peices
This I hope he knows
Giving him my heart by the piece
My love to him I do bestow

He cannot return the feelings
I regret to say
My heart is here for the healing
In any possible way

I wish the desire were mutual
But this cannot be
The love he gives to an individual
Is not directed at me

Hug

Intertwined within eachother

Not wanting to let go

Standing there lost in a world of their own

Time is standing still

Holding onto one another for dear life

Trapped in a vortex of comfort

Stuck together, forever

This, is love

What?

Passing you on the street

Seeing you glance at me

Do you want to get beat?

Well thats how things must be

Hovering next to you in a store

You checking me out

Do you want your head anymore?

I'm afraid you'll have to live without

Walking by you at the fair

While you stare mouth open wide

Do you think I like your glare?

I suggest you go and hide

Riding next to you on the bus

Pointing and whispering with your friends

Do you think that is a must?

Say your prayers, this is the end

Salvation for the Ugly

Eyes staring at you wherever you go

Dissapproving glances and looks

So dissapointied in your features

People are disgusted when they see you

Taken aback and even scared

They don't realize what they've done to you

You may not be soft on the eyes

But at least you're pure on the inside

This may change from time to time

Because of all the crooks

Who steal your heart and make it bleed

By teasing you about your skin

You try to say its not your fault

This is what your genes do

Still they poke and they prod

Don't pay attention

For you know what you need

Time to be alone by yourself

When no one can disturb you

A place where no one can make crude remarks

Thinking its all a joke

One spot all alone

You know where this spot is

It is with the ones you love

Who are one with you

Because even though they're seperate people

You and them are attatched

They don't care about your appearance

Just you and your well-being

These people will love you to death

Regardless of what skin you're in

So next time you get picked on, reply

"I am loved and this makes me beautiful,

Even though it may be only on the inside."

Dull

Nothing

to do

Except

Lay down

Writing

or even

Reading

don't help

Wondering

and also

Pondering

don't either

Everything

has become

BORING!

BORED

The dulling of senses

Brain squeezed to a pulp

Everything is non appealing

There isn't anything to occupy me

Now I'm mad

Helping Friend

Lusting for blood

Going crazy inside your head

Wanting to love

Fearing that you've been mislead

Needing a soul

Realizing that you have none

Having a friend

An understanding guy

Forgetting your wants

Its now your turn to help out

Dying On The Inside

I feel so alone

I feel so unwanted

All thoughts of hope have been discarded

This sorrow I've kept in me

It will soon transform into rage

Destroying any sanity I have left inside

Shaking and crying

Is this what life is like?

I am doubtful that happiness will ever come my way

Screaming and yelling

Is that what I'm REALLY like?

Never sure if my mind is in its right

No one is there

No one to lseten or share

I'm left alone with my mind

Thinking is my only comfort

Vain things are in my head

Often by my thoughts I am misled

Solitude is the very best state

Unless of course you need a shoulder to lean on

Who will be my shoulder? Not you nor anyone

I have been interrupted

And very corrupted

Everything I do, think or say will not be heard

Welcome? What is that?

I've been shut out

I've been left to rot in the ground

Outcasted and unaccepted am I

My heart ripped out and stamped upon

I am left with a hole

Maybe I will use a disguise

Hiding all the sadness and madness building up inside

No one will know who I really am

Bluffing, but still suffering

I can make my way

Oh, the day when I let the beast I am out!

Everyone shall feel my pain

They will fell guilty beyond measure

For crushing my freedom

You don't understand you don't even care

Ignorand of what is right in front of you

Because of you, I'm slowly dying on the inside