Hey, Wanna Read Some Lame Poems I Wrote In The Distant Past?

Oh, I just knew you would! :)


I believe I wrote this one in grade 9 (which would be four years ago):


Not All It Seems

Miles and miles
Underneath my smile
Something's going on

You can't see it
And you never will
But something's very wrong

I want to tell you
Oh, so bad
But, I could never say

'Cause you might laugh
Or you might cry
And it's taking my life away

Way down deep
Beneath this grin
Is something you won't see

I can't show you
And I won't
From now 'til eternity

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I'm not so good at freestyle writing - I do alot more rhyming, so bear with me. This is another one from grade 9:


Torn

What if you could see
Inside my soul?
See the hurt,
And see my heart
Torn apart
Because of every word you say to me.
You can't go back.
It's over now.
I pick up the delicate parts carefully,
And put them together
Like the forgotten pieces of a puzzle.
My heart is not whole any longer.
Ruined forevermore.
The pain you caused me leaves scars.
Unbearable,
Unhealable scars.
I sit in the dark, waiting
For someone
Who will care enough
To take my heart the way it is.
A tear shed.
A city in ruins.
My forgotten, broken
Heart.

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As you can see, I went through a lot of angst in my early teenage years. Thankfully, that's all in the past. But, to warn you, basically all of my poetry is extremely sad (or lame). Here is one that I wrote when I was angry with a certain couple:


The Real Story Of Romeo And Juliet

There was a boy named Romeo
A girl named Juliet
She was his sacred, precious pearl
And Romeo her pet

Until the day that they broke up
Juliet no more his 'pearl'
For he was much more satisfied
With a new (and better) girl.

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This is a poem I wrote when I first thought I was truly "in love". Being 15 years of age, of course I knew EXACTLY what love was and everything... not. Enjoy:


The One I Love

I'm sorry that I love you
And I wish it wasn't true
'Cause people hate me for it
But, I wish they only knew

To feel what it feels like
To love someone like this
To know you're all I think about
To know you're who I miss

But, who cares how much they hate me
'Cause I still will love you so
Yes, I admit it, I love you
And I want you to know

That you're the one I care about
You're all of the above
That you're the one I really need
That you're the one I love.

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I wrote a three part series called "Betrayed Once Again". They are all really lame, and, basically, I wrote them to rid of my angst. So, indulge in the triplet:


Betrayed Once Again (Part 1)

Why do I have to
Go through this again?
Every day a new girl
Every hour a new friend

I feel like a fool
I can't walk a straight line
Betrayed once again?
Or were you ever mine?

Do you think that it's fun?
All these games that you play?
Or does your conscience
Get into the way?

I hope you feel guilty
I hope you feel shame
'Cause every day
You keep treating me the same.


Betrayed Once Again (Part 2)

I new you seemed
Too good to be true
Until I found out
I was wrong about you

One weary, odd day
The truth showed it's face
Now it feels as though
You left without a trace

You're way too good
At hiding the facts
And, no, don't you dare
Tell me to relax

You say that it's past
But it still seems the same
And now I feel so
Betrayed once again

Betrayed Once Again (Part 3)

Why does it take
So long to break
Your soul
To make you love me?

How long must I
Wait for your cry?
For you
To see the real me?

I hate what you
Seem to like to do
To break my heart
Betray me

I've waited so long
Forever is gone
You'll never know what
We could be

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Yup. I wrote lame ass poems in my youngster years. Here's another pathetic love poem:


If You're For Me

I'll wait for you forever
I promise you, I will
I'll be right here
I love you, dear
And I'll be waiting still

I'll never hide away from you
If you are meant for me
I'll always stay
I'll never stray
If you're my destiny

I wonder who you really are
And how long it will take
For you to find
Where I abide
For you to not seem fake

But, I'll wait for you forever
I promise this is true
Through highs and lows
Through love that grows
I'll be waiting for you.

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After I got through the "Oh-my-gosh-I-am-so-in-love-with-you-and-I-hate-every-other-girl-that-looks-at-you" stage, I went for inspirational poetry. Here's how it turned out:


Beauty

Ever have a day
When you look in the mirror and sigh?
When all you see is ugly
Even though it's quite a lie?

You feel like no one loves you
And you have no one to love?
You feel like being grumpy
and have nothing to dream of?

You feel like everyone can tell
That you have gained some weight?
You refuse to near a pool
And much less go on a date?

You want someone to love you
Even if it's from afar?
You'd be inspired, then, to work
'Cause that's the way you are?

Well, I'm here to tell all those girls
Who feel a little... fat
Who aren't feeling beautiful:
There is someone like that!

There's someone out there in the world
Who cares only for you
They don't care what you look like,
Only what you're going through

They may not be a Johnny Depp
Or Knoxville look-alike
But, to you they'll be much better
They'll be perfect in your sight

So hold on tight and don't let go
Of this dream that WILL come true
To the world they may be ugly,
But they'll be beautiful to you

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Another inspirational one for the faint of heart:


For You, The World

If I could take the world
And put it into someone's hand
That the person may become so brave
And maybe take a stand

That they may look into my eyes
And see that I love them
That they'd never have to cry
And never be turned down again

That they'd always think before they spoke
And pause to see it's true:
One person, me, gave you the world,
Give it to someone new

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Okay guys, tell me what you think of my lame-o late-night junior high poem writing escapades! And this isn't even an eighth of all the poems!