Uhm... poetry I gues....

when it's finally time to leave, i wonder what my parents will say. Mom will try to hide her sadness, smile and say she's proud of me, then say some corny joke about raising me, Dad will grunt, give me a hug, tap me on the sholder and say something like "good luck kiddo" then they'll come home to their now empty house. Two teenage children would be wiped from the surface, discarded CD's, lost socks, books, and random clothing articles will not be found. Empty rooms filled with empty emotions. Dad will sit down at his computer and fuigure out how long untill i'll be completely out of his life, financially and then he can finally forget he ever had a daughter. Mom will sit down in her room with the thousands of pictures we have that we never put in scrapbooks but always planned to. She'll start at the beginning first steps, first words, first dissapointment, then go to the end. She won't remember the worst parts, she was lucky enough to block them out. She'll only see the smiles i make, the fake smiles. The smiles i made only for her.

I wrote this about 10 minutes ago... I don't really know what it is... just kind of ramblin i gues.

I wrote this late last night.... instead of starting another thread I decided to just post it in this one.....

SCREAM
no one can hear you
SCREAM
They won't stop
SCREAM
no one will help you
BLEED
no one is stopping you
BLEED
your empty anyways
BLEED
who gives a $#%^
RUN
no ones comming after you
RUN
there's got to be more
RUN
untill there's nothing left



....ugh i'm a horable writer.

accually the second one was pretty good but intense.you need to put the first one in poetry format and it will look good

They're both good hon, thanks for sharing them with us.

BanjoFace wrote:when it's finally time to leave,
i wonder what my parents will say.
Mom will try to hide her sadness,
smile and say she's proud of me,
then say some corny joke about raising me,
Dad will grunt,
give me a hug,
tap me on the sholder
and say something like "good luck kiddo"
then they'll come home
to their now empty house.
Two teenage children
would be wiped from the surface,
discarded CD's,
lost socks,
books,
and random clothing articles
will not be found.
Empty rooms filled
with empty emotions.
Dad will sit down at his computer
and fuigure out how long
untill i'll be completely out of his life,
financially and then he can finally
forget he ever had a daughter.
Mom will sit down in her room
with the thousands of pictures
we have that we never put in scrapbooks
but always planned to.
She'll start at the beginning first steps,
first words, first dissapointment,
then go to the end.
She won't remember the worst parts,
she was lucky enough to block them out.
She'll only see the smiles i make,
the fake smiles.
The smiles i made only for her.

I wrote this about 10 minutes ago... I don't really know what it is... just kind of ramblin i gues.

there.... poetry format....


and thank you.

i think the first one's realy good. it's origanal, and i like it. it's the truth. and i just hate peoms that aren't the truth.