Anyways here are some poems I wrote a while ago what you think?
PEOPLE
Walking along the street I stopped to stare
I watched a clown who wasn’t there
Dancing up and down the street
His big clown shoes hurt his wee clown feet.
On the bus I met a little boy
He told me Action Man was his favorite toy
Beside him his brother and troubled youth
Who smiled at me and showed a chipped tooth
He talked of his sister and their sepparation
He said that he missed her and felt overwhelmed by frustration
After the bus I entered a shop
I fell in love with the boy and the mop
He had long hair that covered his eyes
The fact that he loved me back was a great surprise
The hair covering his eyes gave him the presence mysterious
I saw his eyes were sincere and expression quite serious
He said he was angry and not at peace
He was sad by the conflict and wished it would cease
Around me his anger started to dissolve
I made him happy and on his face a smile did evolve
Spending time together we became quite an item
My friends thought he was dishy and said the quite liked him
Once again on my travels I had to move on
I felt quite sad as I knew he was gone
I made friends with a girl who looked pretty happy
She told me that inside she felt pretty crappy
I leant her my ears and eased her pain
If she was the sky I'd be covered in rain
She cried on my shoulder and asked me why
Her pain was deep and then I started to cry
I told her about my life and how I knew how she felt
Now we were together our loneliness began to melt
We befriended each other for years and years
healped each other when we broke down in tears
We were each other’s angel and made each other feel happy
Now inside we don’t feel so crappy
As for the clown with the sore feet
I never saw him again in my lonely street.
a razorblade kiss to make it rightjust one kiss benieth the moonlightshe takes off her red pearlsthey fall clumsily to the floorshattering. And the pearls are gone for ever morewaiting for sleep to take you awaysome where safe some where she longs to stay
She
she sits at her desk trying to revise
nothing is absorbed through these tired eyes
she cannot function let alone concentrate
shes givin up she thinks its too late
she thinks of the blades hidden in a drawr
its so exhausting this secret war
blades have become a trusted friend
somone who wont abandon her in the end
she thinks of an old friend long departed
she feels alone she wishes she'd never started
so alone and cold in this place
she maskes it all with a happy face
a friendly nature a loving smile
to show her true feelings is not her style
bitterness bottled up inside
like her arms she feels she has to hide
she must stay strong she must not ever break
she hates how people love something so fake
