My Train: Poetry is on thee's mind

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by *Simply_Fox (01), Dec 13, 2011.

  1. Goodbye
    (My suicide lullaby)
    ****
    The air is thin
    I cannot breathe
    Well I can but
    I don't want to

    I know it's a need
    You beg and plead,
    Seeing my wrists for
    The first time

    So I'm saying
    Goodbye
    Without me alive
    Earth will be better

    The blood will
    Become slick on the floor
    I just don't care anymore
    To hell I'll go

    It's better than here
    Drinking underage beers
    Sneaking away from life
    Under no light

    Scissors to my wrists
    Are better than this
    Better left to die

    'Cuz you never got off your throne
    To say goodbye
    That's how I'll die
    Without you by my side

    Starlights
    (Mints)
    ****
    Sweet on my tongue
    Minty on my breath
    Cool in the wind
    Tempting in scent
    Mints

    Eyes
    ****
    Eyes are the gateway to the soul
    A way to view the beauty
    Inside

    To see the horror
    And love
    The laughter we crave

    For me it's buried deep
    So look into my eyes
    And get a peek of the true me
     
  2. Pole Boy

    The pole he carries
    Across his back
    Down the hill
    Hoping a twig will not crack

    His breath should be
    White and airy with the wind
    But it seems he's not breathing
    Yet as I get closer he's growing realer

    Blue Yankees cap
    Worn jeans that are streaked with mud
    Or maybe it's blood
    Maybe it's both

    For I don't know the boy
    In the jacket and hat
    The boy in my woods
    Just carrying a pole
     
  3. that's the same pole boy?
     
  4. You should run at himThe next time you seem him.

    He might hit you with the pole though
     
  5. My dad

    The tears keep coming
    And you keep playing that demented song
    Hoping I'll come along

    But let me tell you,
    You fuck er!

    I don't get straight A's
    I can't count to 100 without messing up
    At least I'll graduate from collage
    I have more general knowledge than you ever could

    You say I should be thankful
    Like I should bow to you
    News flash Pop,
    This aint your hood

    I'm the girl who
    Wears Knee Hi's with shorts
    Tank tops with toboggans
    Gets Cs in math
    You can't deal with that

    And I have a question?

    What if I told you these scars on my wrist were your fault? Or the blood on my hand now?