Invisible
Category: Poems
Posted: Sep 21, 2008 at 6:08 PM
Current mood: tired
Invisible
Hidden behind books, papers, and grades,
You never see me during school days.
As you cluelessly hang out with your friends,
I stare from my books before you look back.
You know I exist, you know it very well.
Because when others know secrets, they always tell.
Lies like greetings, all is not true,
The things they say about me and what they tell you.
You look at me, then quickly look away.
I look deeper into you than you do me.
As you pass by me in hallways,
My friends giggle with me as always.
My friends say I like you because of your looks,
But first impressions are always the hook.
You know nothing of me, as for you,
The things I watch you do are clues.
Yet, I could know you better than this,
If I weren’t invisible to you like mist.
I am transparent; you walk on by,
And I’ll never have the guts to say “Hi”.
It started with a crush on you,
Then I fell in love—so true.
Though it is my fault, I am shy.
I am invisible to you and don’t know why.
A peom i wrote long ago about a crush (who i don't like anymore).
my friends and family loved it, so i decided to post it
me and my friends write poems all the time, that we even made a book
we are soon going to try publising it
i love to write
poems, books, short stories.... ect.
tell me what u think and if I should post more???
Amano's Poem
Category: Amano Tsukiko
Posted: Sep 08, 2008 at 11:39 PM
Current mood: busy
i love poetry and this is something i wanted to write for amano using all her single except zero, sully, seven to date, moe
enjoy, tell ,me what u think!
Amano hides in the garden,
Under blue, violet skys,
Waiting for her honey to come,
She sits under the moon and sighs.
Under the Banyan Tree she dreams,
Wishing of love and to be free,
Like balloons and dragons,
And like a lost ark at sea.
She wakes with bones at ache,
And in fright, looks at the dark skys,
Hears an owl, and rubs her eyes,
Wishing again, to be a dragon who flys.
"It was all a dream!" she crys,
And got up and stares at the stary night.
Moon Child, her nickname was,
A crow flew into sight.
At home, in her kitchen, dishes await.
She is a rock, she is a stone,
Bubbles form as she thinks.
Once his love dealer, now lone.
He never came, it was love she wished,
After the dishes, she went out.
Misty skys and Heaven's gates who called,
She thought about it and pout.
Sunday filled with sunny skys,
She told herself she would be alright.
Dandelions and butterflies,
All dreams that are now hazy sights.
Wishing for a rainbow to brighten her day.
There is only a sun blinding her eyes.
She was his doll, but now his shark,
And still a voice repeats his lies.
Her house is choas, cleaning is an idea,
But she is drepressed, not a care.
Her friends call her to go bowling,
Boggy, was it something she dare.
Beast, that's how she felt today,
Exercising, hoping to rid the pain,
Steriods, hoping to make her strong,
Music, she played again to make her sane.
Tom Punks was his name,
Joker Joe, what she would say.
Glass nick-nacs, and Jade jewerly,
She felt bad, she was bought off with pay.
Her mind went dark, the more she'd think,
Missiles and Swords, and a Sniper with a gun,
Hedge thorns and lion, and spiders,
A parade of evil has begun.
Tire tracks on the freeway,
He is already gone.
She is a treasure now lost,
Sugar water that sat out too long.
He was a half, and she was the rest.
He was a golden boy, and she was a golden bunny,
A black guitar plus berry garden,
She was his golden Honey?
Now tatoos of pain cover her heart,
Howling of wolves kept her in hurt,
And robins and pigeons that flew away,
Sheep made a pillow for her.
Dreaming again, but nothing good,
Devil Flamingos, PHDs, and peacocks, and open doors.
She wished to dream happy,
All this stuff hurt her more.
She wanted him back again,
She longed for a beam of light,
A clocktower bell, a sign,
He would come back and love her with all his might.
Her house cluttered more,
Fruits that are rotten,
Butter Finger wrappers on the floor,
And a wreath forgotten!
Her walls covered with pictures,
Clematis, camellia, and silver cat,
Turtles, mermaids, and elephants,
Pleasure she found in all of that.
It didn't make her happy this time though,
She wanted him to come back,
And leave no more,
But she was stronger than that.
Out on the deck, she looks into the sky.
It's Monday and she still waits.
A story that will go round and round,
A Merry-go-round without brakes.
Zero her heart has became,
ID of her soul, refreshed,
And noise fills a white garden,
A place she'll go for the best,
