-CCS_The_Talented_Ashley-
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So i went through some of my old poems... Well... Theses three seem to be the best, but they r depressing... Well to me anyway, i wrote these about 2-3 years ago when I was really depressed... :/ lol I enjoyed these so ima share them with the world!! Lol
1: Everyone says, that there is a perfect match, for everyone. Is there? If I search, how will I know? Will there be a sign? If everyone has a match, wheres mine? Has he died? Or, does he sit alone, wondering where I am? So many I like, are they it? How about, that famous guy? Or what about, that guy that lives, in that box? How will I know? How? Will he come riding, on a horse, in shining armor? Or will he ask me for a dance? How? Does everyone honestly, have a perfect match? Well? How do you know? How will I know?
2: Sadness settles in the air, seeping through everything, making everything black. Everyone locks themselves, away. Hidden in darkness, they cry. Inside they hide, screaming, wanting out. Lonly they sit, they sit in there room filled, filled with aching sadness. The crickets have been silenced, the wolves
only whine. Where? Where has this world gone? It has disapeard. Why does no one care? Why has this world gone black? Why has sadness over ruled? Why dowe sit restless, and alone? Why do we not try? Has the world stopped? So many questions... None can be answered.
3: The way I feel can not be explained. Tears, smiles, nothing. I am not angry, nor am I happy. This can not be helped. I want to silence myself, alone andquietly. I want to hide, and never be found. Words dont help, expressions makes it worse. I freeze, in this feeling I shiver. Why? Why does no one care?I stand alone, as an outsider. Boxed away from everyone, everything. In this dark place, seeks no light. Flowers do not bloom, no human being enters. Nota rustle, not a move. I sit alone, nothing lives. I do not die, but I do not live.
They arent big poems, an they don't have names throw out some names for these poems they need names
1: Everyone says, that there is a perfect match, for everyone. Is there? If I search, how will I know? Will there be a sign? If everyone has a match, wheres mine? Has he died? Or, does he sit alone, wondering where I am? So many I like, are they it? How about, that famous guy? Or what about, that guy that lives, in that box? How will I know? How? Will he come riding, on a horse, in shining armor? Or will he ask me for a dance? How? Does everyone honestly, have a perfect match? Well? How do you know? How will I know?
2: Sadness settles in the air, seeping through everything, making everything black. Everyone locks themselves, away. Hidden in darkness, they cry. Inside they hide, screaming, wanting out. Lonly they sit, they sit in there room filled, filled with aching sadness. The crickets have been silenced, the wolves
only whine. Where? Where has this world gone? It has disapeard. Why does no one care? Why has this world gone black? Why has sadness over ruled? Why dowe sit restless, and alone? Why do we not try? Has the world stopped? So many questions... None can be answered.
3: The way I feel can not be explained. Tears, smiles, nothing. I am not angry, nor am I happy. This can not be helped. I want to silence myself, alone andquietly. I want to hide, and never be found. Words dont help, expressions makes it worse. I freeze, in this feeling I shiver. Why? Why does no one care?I stand alone, as an outsider. Boxed away from everyone, everything. In this dark place, seeks no light. Flowers do not bloom, no human being enters. Nota rustle, not a move. I sit alone, nothing lives. I do not die, but I do not live.
They arent big poems, an they don't have names throw out some names for these poems they need names