Hot Passions

This one is pretty much self-explanatory.

Flash of lightning,
Crash of Thunder,
Pouring Rain.
Fingers touching,
Nails scraping,
Skin sliding.
Identical moans,
Desperate screams,
Begging for more,
Of that hot passion.
Sweat Dripping,
Sighs moaned,
Begging ceased
Storm completed.

Broken Spirit

ok, so, it's a little emo...who cares,huh, keefe?(8th grade)

Where do I go?
Home sweet Hell?
I see so far away.
Why do I live?
Why do I care?
I let these dreams confuse me.
This is my careless moment,
To sit here while you tease me.
Look at me bcuz I am different,
And tell me it was pleasing.
Dark thoughts,
Killer rocks.
This is all an accident!
This picture will never be perfect,
But still he created me
.I am love by noone but my poetry,
And my father from above.
I have lived such as lonely life,
It's hard to speak!

Beautiful Designs

Carolyne Idela Leonard, this one's for you. And for me. And for A.D.J. And for the rest of us.

Carve your pain into your skin,
Then everyone will know the sorrow you hold within.
And maybe then they will know what they've done to you.
The pain they have caused, you can no longer subdue.
So you write your torment on your wrists.
You keep on cutting, but the agony they cause you always persists.
Scars encase your arm,But still, they think there is no need for alarm.
However, you will show them this time.
And your departure will be so sublime.
This is it! You cry aloud.
You told yourself this would happen, the first day they had hurt you, this is what you vowed.
They'll see your dream with you, on the end of a rope.
But you know they won't care, that they'll be able to cope.

I could

I know who this is adressed to, but the latter does not know, and I do not wish for him to know. It could ruin a very good friendship. So this is for him: It's not ur fault.(written during summer of '05)

i wish i could force myself to say what i really want to say; do what i really want to do. if i could do anything in the world, it would be to stay in your arms forever. i could do that. but you.. you're hardheaded; stubborn; and sometimes even selfish. i despise you, and yet the attraction between us is so great, it could probably move mountains. i know what i feel for you could. i dont know why i cannot speak these words, and am sorry that it is like this. maybe things will get better.. people grow with time, and people change. maybe you will know this one day. maybe then i will know the truth.. how you feel. i do wonder. but i can wait.

(I never told him.)

Old suicide note(9th grade)

So the knife is on the dresser; the dresser's beside the bed. My patience is growing thinner, as there's no use fo rme to live. I only wish to be with him- nothing more and nothing less. But we can't be together, so I put myself to rest. Written in my blood, above where my body lies, is my tombstone on the ground, and this is what's inscribed:

"The blood came fast. It poured out from my heart. All the pain I felt, just tore me apart. no one understands, or even knows why. I was hurting so much, therefore I ended my life. He's all that I wanted, so wait is what I did. But time is short, and my time has been spent. I loved him more than anything; we were meant to be together. But now I am here, and will lay alone... forever."

My suicide note

(In case anything happens)

Dear Everyone,I loved ya'll, really. I swear that I did. So it may come as a shock to you to see blood gushing from my head.Look at yourselves, look at who you are. There's a little piece of me in every beating heart.Ya'll will thank me for this one day. i know one day you will. It will only take a second, as long as I hold still.BANG! It's loud. Everyone hurrys to the scene. "Call 911!" a woman shouts. But my life has been taken from me.The ambulance will rush me to the hospital, but there's no use for medical help. "How's she doing?" they all will ask, "She doesn't look so well."I'm dead you idiots! Can't you see it in my eyes? "We're doing our best, ma'am." I laugh at all their lies.I'm speaking with the devil, as you try to save my life. There's no sense in even doing this, cuz I've already spent my time.The shows over everyone! Soon I'll be doing what I love most. So this ends the life of me; this is my suicide note.

Of course,I wonder

This is for Ali Adam Farid, who resides in a very special part of my heart: The Center.

I sit here, still in love with you.
I wonder if you know that.
Ofcourse you do, I think to myself,
as I remember all that you've said lately.
I wish, so much, to tell you how I feel.
I wonder if you would just laugh.
Ofcourse you wouldn't, I know,
as I remember all that you're said lately.
I wonder, more than ever, if you love me, too.
Ofcourse you do,
as I remember all that you've said lately.

So gone(I'm over you)

This one is for you Shaun Beaufay(grade 9).I will always love you, but I dont miss you.

So gone, but not missing you now.
I have moved on, someway, somehow.
It was hard at first, but easier with time.
I had to focus on me, and not what was mine.
You broke my heart, and ripped it in two.
But now it has healed; I've got someone new.
He treats me with patience, not with contempt.
I know that forever, I'll be happy with him.
This is what's fair, and this is what's true:
There's nothing you can say; I'm over you.

The first boy to break my heart

This one is for you, Mathieu Martineau(grade 6).You, know, my life wud've been very boring without you. You taught me how to express myself. Even tho at first, you were only my best friend, I loved you since the first day we walked to school together.You remember that day?I do I'll always love you and miss you.

You were my first everything.
The first boy I gave a real chance.
You were the first boy I looked at too hard;
the first boy to ever hold my hand.
You were the first to pick me up for school;
the first to gaze into my eyes.
The first boy I really cared about;
the first to make things feel right.
You were the first boy to play with my hair;
the first boy to kiss my lips.
The first boy I wanted to stay with,
and the first boy I ever missed.
You were the first boy I fell in love with;
the first one I don't regret from the start.
You were the one, I hate to say,
the first boy to break my heart.

One Day

One day I won't love you.
One day I won't care.
One day I won't think about,
you never being there.
One day I won't need you,
for me to be alright.
One day I won't remember,
all of your horrible lies.
One day I won't think of you,
as the one that got away.
One day I won't wonder,
why you didn't stay.
One day I won't take this.
One day i won't feel so much pain.
One day I will forget you.
I won't even remember your name.

Story of my life

At first, there was darkness
No, that's not right
There had been something before the darkness
Before the darkness, the pain had come

It was so astonishing a pain
That sometimes I wonder how I stayed alive
It had struck me from out of nowhere
Seizing both my heart and my will

But it had been beautiful
It had been the most most captivating pain of all
It had been filled with bright colors,that pain
So bright and shining that it had almost blinded me

Then, the darkness came

But not before the colors of the pain had incapicitated me
Weaving their despair along each and every seperate nerve of my body
Seeking them out,as if the pain itself had been conscient
As if it had possesed a mind and a will of its own.

Then, as swiftly as it had struck, the pain released me
My mind floated in a dark void
I have no idea how long I stayed in that bless'd darkness

But when I finally began to awake, to feel my mind at work again,
I saw that the colors had returned
Painlessly, they surrounded me
An entirely different kind of living hell

I still dont understand how I didnt lose my mind

But I didnt.
He hadnt defeated me
And, I might have been down,but I was far from out .

That pain is called love.

Keep it real,
Manue