настроение не лучшее так что и ето не лучшая работа... первое что в голову пришло...

Часто пыталась забыть,
перетерпеть боль ,
А воспоминания убить.

Закривая себя от етого мира.
Я уходила, а боль знобила

Ничего в мире нет,
в глазах темно...
Серце еще бъётся
А душе всеравно.

Ти идеш в темноте, в поеске света и тепла,
но глубоко в душе боль замера...

Я искала выход,
Хотела убежать от судьбы.
Покончить с жизнью
и навсегда уидти....

Just like that
I'll be gone in a sec.
Just like that
You said I don't belong to this wreck
And yet you don't want me to die
But you know that this is it good-bye.
Just like that
I'll be gone in a sec
Just like that
You've said, look at the world
You're a pain in the neck.
You've told me to leave this place and not cry,
Well fine! I'm dying, good bye.
Just like that,
I'll be gone in a sec,
Just like that I was decked.

Reality

Happily ever after,
That's how they want you to think it will be,
but it's not, not how it goes in reality.
The deaths, the tears, the fears, the falls,
Through it all we have to go.
The broken hearts,
the cheating friends,
So much pain that never ends.
The fake smiles that seem to make everything ok,
But not for you,
Because you know the pain won't go away.
Bright and cheery, but oh so weary,
Because inside your heart is breaking in two.

If you could,
Would you?
Would you take me away?
If you could,
Would you?
Would you stay with me,
Till the end of the day
If you could
Would you?
Would you be always there for me?
If you could
Would you?
Would you always love me?
If you could,
Would you?
Would you never let me go?
If you could,
Would you?
Would you always tell me I need you so?
If you could,
Would you?
Would you never tell me a lie?
If you could,
Would you?
Would you never tell me goodbye?

Another darkish poem...not as good but still one of my favs. Wrote it back in Grade 10...
I'm leaving this place

My soul is now empty,
My tears are dry,
I can't cry any more,
So I'm saying Good-bye.
I'm leaving this place
For once and for all,
I'm not coming back,
I'm not even going to call.

My life is almost gone,
Mom, Dad, please don't cry,
When you stand by my grave
Saying Good-bye.
I know that you loved me
And you wanted the best,
But now just let my soul rest.
Please bury me there,
Where I was born,
The country and place
Where I belong.

I've been hurting so badly,
I just couldn't keep it inside.
So I took a knife
And now I have a cut on my side.
I thought it'd be better that way,
For you and for me.
I'm leaving this place,
There is no more me...

Завтра иду в Canadian Royal Legion и вступаю в участие в Rememberance Day poetry contest with the following poem!

Lest We Forget!

The sky turned gray,
The fields became mud.
Soldiers sacrificed their lives,
As they had fought.

They fought this war,
For better future.
They went into battles for us.
They fought till the end,
For the peace and the quiet
That now they left with us.

Rough memories of war
Had passed our generation.
And least that we could do,
Is to remember those brave souls.
And thank the worriers,
For bringing peace, live
And opportunity to reach our goals.

Lest we forget, all those who fought.
All those who sacrificed their life,
On the muddy fields, far away from home,
Knowing that they may never return.

Lest we forget!

седня писать влом так что ставлу одну из своих лубимых и давно написаных! It is one of the dark poems !

White Roses Turn Red

One tear,
White roses turn red.
Another tear,
I'm almost dead.

No one can hear.
No one can see.
I'm frozen in fear,
What'll happen to me?

My veins have been cut,
My knife's dripping blood.
White roses turned red,
Lay scattered in mud.

I'm lying beside them,
I'm bleeding away.
I'm dying for love,
Is that the right way?

Where is my path lead,
To life or to death?
Last rose turns red,
As I take my last breath.

There's just something in my mind
That's not letting me go.
It wont' let me focus,making me blind
Although it makes my soul glow.

I though of this feeling,
For weeks, days and nights.
My wound are heeling
From pervious fights.

May be its love that's behind this,
But then how would I know?
May be its memory of that kiss,
That's keeping me feeling like "whoa!"

The feelings so tender, the softness of kiss.
I believe that the God sent you for us to stay in bliss.

I'll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
Bring on the wind and I'll sore up the sky
I'll cover distance and I'll become free
No love to tie me
Just lands, oceans and sea...

No one can hold me, and no one will know
This is just something I’ll keep and wont' show.
World is turning, and time just goes on
I'll find the place as to where I belong
I wont be held down I will become free
I'll just wait for right moment and I'll flee...

I'll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
Bring on the wind and I'll sore up the sky
I'll cover distance and I'll become free
No love to tie me
Just lands, oceans and sea...

Fly away, sore up, forget the past
All that happened there's nothing to last.
Everything's changing as I turned away
Some things are different it’s just better that way
Everything looses its previous form
I'm finding the place as to where i belong
Nothing can hold me I will become free
I'll just wait for right moment and I'll flee...

I'll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
Bring on the wind and I'll sore up the sky
I'll cover distance and I'll become free
No love to tie me
Just lands, oceans and sea...

Мои каляли =)
критику жду =)

Помоги достать мне солнце,
помоги наити мечту.
помоги наити колодце
И взлететь в вишину

Помоги наити луну
и коснутся звездочки рукою.
Все что било раскажиб
и коснись лубовью.

помоги проити мне путь
перекритый жизненои преградой.
Все что было ты забудь
что не случилось значит так нада.

~~~

если мне больно и я не стерплю,
падая на пол твоё имя шепну,
услышив меня ти придеш или нет...

~~~~
Жизнь приносит желания
и так же преносит нам смерть
Когда же придем мое оканчание?
когда же закончится етот весь бред?

Снова в вопроси я углублусьб
Где мне ответы наити,
Где ета суть?

из чего состоит весь мир вокруг нас,
что будет в будушем или даже сейчас?

вот такои стих ожидал меня седня на моем локере....


Хочется вновь повстречать тебя на своём пути,
Хочется тебя обнять, прошептать тебе прости,
Прости меня за все слова, которые наговорил я сгоряча,
Прости меня за все ошибки, которые совершил я тогда,
Прости за то, что так я докучал своими письма тебе.
За то, что днями и ночами думаю лишь о тебе,
За то, что в этом глупом мире, невозможно жить мне одному,
За то, что до сих пор я не в силах отдать тебя никому.
Прости за то, что я мечтаю прижаться к твоей груди,
За то, что снова вспоминаю наши общие дни,
Прости что не могу забыть, что всегда передо мною образ твой,
Что вспоминаю твои губы, глаза и слышу голос твой,
Прости меня за всё что было, за то что рядом быть хочу,
Моя вина лишь в том, что Я ТЕБЯ ЛЮБЛЮ!!!

Зачем же я вас, глупая, люблу...
Все жду вас и мечтаю.
Зачем в стихах боготворю,
А в жизни все страдаю.
Зачем я утром просипаюсь,
И зду звонка от вас.
Ведь я же знаю, я э знаю,
Что не наити мне вас.
Зачем я плачу по ночам,
Не сплю, хожу, тиняусь.
Зачем лубовь коснулась нас,
Зачем исправить все стараюсь.