No More Love Letters

No more…
I check my e-mail…
I check my pockets…
No more.
I check my mailbox…
I check  mypurse…
No more.
I check my desk…
I check my basket…
No more.
No more  tales of love…
Of love in the heart and in the soul…
No more
I asked…
Embarrasing as it was to do…
No more…
No more love letters from you.
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direction (this one is actually by me)

Do I fly now?
I have wings
Do I go now?
I don’t know
Do you know?
I wonder what would have happened if I had opened door #2
instead of door#3…
I knew what was going to happen when I opened the door
I knew
my wings feel so heavy
i have wept too many tears,
they are sodden with my cries
I cannot fly
though i know i should…
 
 
 

this one is great

i was laying with the roaches
singing to the moon
the x’s over my eyes
told the story of my life.
i was crying with my cat
hanging on my bed like a bat.
i start to realize my eyes turn dark
and all my life was merely a joke
somehow, someway i’ll die and come back
except this time, i’ll be a cat.
i was laying with the roaches
singing to the moon
the x’s over my eyes
told the story of my life…

-Catherine

guess what this spells

Eerie
Mad
Interesting
Lonley
You

-Ella

another cool poem i found

Breathing…

You left me again,
I’m left here all alone
left to fend for myself.
I feel shattered….
broken like a record thrown against the wall when your favorite song wont play,
but I’ll keep breathing
holding on…
to show on the outside that,
you never hurt me.
-Lynettio

written by gray

Butterflies
I stand silent,
I stand still,
A jar within my hand.
Waiting for the butterfly that soon will be mine. snatch it from the air,
And close the lid on top.
I run into the kitchen and put it on the counter top,
Watching as the little thing moves about, a flip and a flop.
Yet then something chills my back whispering, murmuring, in my ear,
All the time saying, "Nothing beautiful can grow here."
I shove it off and try to ignore the sound that always attacked before.
I walk upstairs and try to sleep,
yet it long to come but when it does,
It’s so very deep.
The sunlight Dances upon my lashes telling me to wake,
Then I smile and run down to found my fatal mistake.
The butterfly, it’s body, no longer in the air.
The soul had dashed of in the night, leaving the body there.
Then the sound ever creeping, silently starts me weeping,
whispering murmuring, speaking to me in fear,
" Nothing beautiful can grow here."
I go outside and take off the top,
the body, it would only drop,
to the ground and it would stay there,
No longer with the others in the air.
I sit in the darkness of the room,
That always seems to consume me with gloom.
I look through the boarded up windows, And watch as the butterflies float about.
I shut my arms and let my hand reach out for the sanity that is not there
all the time hearing, that whispering and jeering, venomous voice say in my ear,
saying, whispering, murmuring, "Nothing beautiful can grow here."
-GrayButterflies
I stand silent,
I stand still,
A jar within my hand.
Waiting for the butterfly that soon will be mine. snatch it from the air,
And close the lid on top.
I run into the kitchen and put it on the counter top,
Watching as the little thing moves about, a flip and a flop.
Yet then something chills my back whispering, murmuring, in my ear,
All the time saying, "Nothing beautiful can grow here."
I shove it off and try to ignore the sound that always attacked before.
I walk upstairs and try to sleep,
yet it long to come but when it does,
It’s so very deep.
The sunlight Dances upon my lashes telling me to wake,
Then I smile and run down to found my fatal mistake.
The butterfly, it’s body, no longer in the air.
The soul had dashed of in the night, leaving the body there.
Then the sound ever creeping, silently starts me weeping,
whispering murmuring, speaking to me in fear,
" Nothing beautiful can grow here."
I go outside and take off the top,
the body, it would only drop,
to the ground and it would stay there,
No longer with the others in the air.
I sit in the darkness of the room,
That always seems to consume me with gloom.
I look through the boarded up windows, And watch as the butterflies float about.
I shut my arms and let my hand reach out for the sanity that is not there
all the time hearing, that whispering and jeering, venomous voice say in my ear,
saying, whispering, murmuring, "Nothing beautiful can grow here."
-Gray

i found this poem and i like it… no title though!

forget his name
forget his face
forget his kiss
his warm embrace
forget the love that you once knew
remember he has someone new
forget him when they play your song
remember when you cried all night long
forget how close you once were
remember he has chosen her
forget how you memorized his walk
forget the way he used to talk
forget the things he used to say
remember he has gone away
forget his laugh
forget his grin
forget the dimples on his chin
forget the way he held you tight
remember he’s with her tonight
forget the time that went so fast
forget the love that moved, it’s past
forget he said he’d leave you never
remember he’s gone forever