SwingsUp and Down
You fall and you rise You change and rearrange Moving like a " roller coaster of life" happy, sad, mad, loving, make your pick I'm done |
Teenage LifeZits gallore
Drama Around I'm wondering if the stress will go down. For six more years I'll be amungst my dreams and fears Not only must i survive it but live it My teenage years |
Mixed upI'm not sure how I'm feeling
I felt sick, and now i feel sad. I don't know why. It's not my T.O.M. I don't know if I'm bipolar I really don"t think I am Earlier i was angry next i might be cranky It's just my personal roller coaster |
AngerWell when i titled this,
i was mad, But now I'm sad. I know that was wrong, but this sounds like a song, so if it goes bong, it must go dong. |
Something is going on
in this place
I call my heart.
It kills
then heals
burns
then cools.
It doesn't stay
in one mood
It stabs me
jerks me
even stops
because I see you,
hear you,
or even the mention of you.
Pulling, tugging
up, down
rocking me
killing me
like a monster inside my body
waiting to be slayed.
When I'm with you
(it may sound cliche)
It feels like I'm a princess being rescued,
by my night in skinny jeans.
Peace is made
only when you're near.
Leaving you
my friend so close so dear.
I can't bare
any moment your not here.
Weekends kill
monday's rock
Why?
it's the start of 5 days with you.
If you knew how much of me you could control....
my life would be over.
All of this changes NOTHING.
I can't lose a very best friend
because of an organ.
It's played,
broken,
fixed, and cracked.
But never controlling or gone...
in this place
I call my heart.
It kills
then heals
burns
then cools.
It doesn't stay
in one mood
It stabs me
jerks me
even stops
because I see you,
hear you,
or even the mention of you.
Pulling, tugging
up, down
rocking me
killing me
like a monster inside my body
waiting to be slayed.
When I'm with you
(it may sound cliche)
It feels like I'm a princess being rescued,
by my night in skinny jeans.
Peace is made
only when you're near.
Leaving you
my friend so close so dear.
I can't bare
any moment your not here.
Weekends kill
monday's rock
Why?
it's the start of 5 days with you.
If you knew how much of me you could control....
my life would be over.
All of this changes NOTHING.
I can't lose a very best friend
because of an organ.
It's played,
broken,
fixed, and cracked.
But never controlling or gone...
BoredomSitting here doing nothing
appearently makayla likes the name Anessa its really pretty...... UGHHHH! I'm soooooo bored this isnt rlly a poem but its helping me out of my boredom cuz my mind seems to control me when i do get bored and i tend to do things i think of without actually thinking about them i do anything when im bored.....or have caffine in my system |
Wet The FloorAm i wrong?
Thinking high school was the dramatic stage? It makes no sense. Why deal with all of this, when u cud b living in complete bliss? Yea we're goin thro puburty and "special stages" but that doesnt mean we hav to change wats rong with being urself ppl mite lyk u bettr tht way.... |
A randomish poem
Everythuing is out Nothing hasnt been said all stress has been relieved Im surprised we still talk after all of this It WONT happen again Although the pressure is still here It's alot less weird FeelingsSo you walk like something's up.
But you don't tell me. I've asked again and again. You're making me feel like a bad friend Tell me what's up. Please... |
PainWhat is it?
Is it good, or bad? Can we control it? Do we want to? Is it physical, or mental, or both? Love
Honestly, It sucks. When you love someone without knowing if they will ever love you back. But you play along, You are the best friend after all is said and done. You will always be there for him, Supporting him, Telling him, "No seriously, I like her, you guys are good together." When that is all on big lie. But telling him is out of the question. Everyone can see just how perfect you two already are. But it is not perfection, For if it were, I would not have to conceal my feelings from him, I could tell him. ...I should tell him... |