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PenguinNick
04-01-04, 05:49
You See See His Face Every Day
But You Couldn't Even Bothor Asking His Name
You Were Too Popular
And He Wasn't On The Football Team
He Didn't Look All That Great
But He Liked You From Afar All The Same
He Took A Chance
And Asked You To Dance
But You Said No
And Just Walked Away
Now As You Sit In Class
You Hear An Announcment
A Fellow Student Had Took His Life Last Night
And In His Note He Wrote
"I Told Myself I Loved You
I Told Myself I'd Do Anything For You
I Told Myself I Couldn't Live Without You
I Can't Take The Pain
So Knife In Hand
This Is How Everyone Will Remember Me
I Love You Even After Life
Maybe One Day You Will Join Me"
So Remember That Face
Because Now Memories Are All You Have

El_MUERkO
04-01-04, 05:53
bit depressing isnt it

PenguinNick
04-01-04, 05:54
i write them when ever i feel sumtin.. and most of the time im depressed

Shadow Dancer
04-01-04, 05:56
Nice Poem, won't comment on the content though.


I can already see the "hardcore IN YO FACE REALITY"( :rolleyes: ) people coming to make fun of depression and flame suicidal people because deep down inside they lack understanding and are afraid to admit their own vulnerabilities. SO I'll just stop reading this thread before those idiots come to infest it.

El_MUERkO
04-01-04, 05:56
lol u a teenager then?

every time something tiny goes wrong u feel like shite :)

been there, done that

dont send that to an ex, she will only be glad she left u cause ur a misserable git (in her eyes)

just wait till u hit 18+ then u dont feel so powerless

viva drink, drugs, rock&roll :D

PenguinNick
04-01-04, 05:56
lol im not suicidal, just write about stuff like that

PenguinNick
04-01-04, 05:58
Originally posted by El_MUERkO
lol u a teenager then?

every time something tiny goes wrong u feel like shite :)

been there, done that

dont send that to an ex, she will only be glad she left u cause ur a misserable git

ya i am

Shadow Dancer
04-01-04, 05:58
Originally posted by PenguinNick
lol im not suicidal, just write about stuff like that

I was referring to the person in the poem. And it didn't take long before one of the people I described(looks at el_muerko) posted in this thread.

We have a winner. :rolleyes:

El_MUERkO
04-01-04, 05:59
hit post b4 i was finished typing, i dont dis depressed people... much :angel:

Ormy
04-01-04, 06:13
I think its fucking good, nice idea, creative language. I can relate to it on a personal level, being a teenager myself. Just because a person writes stuff like this, it doesnt mean at all that they feel that way. Dont generalise like that. Teenagers aren't depressive people. Some of the most creative material ever has come from teenagers.

ElfinLord
04-01-04, 12:44
I was there.
Where was I, you might ask of me.
I was there will be my only reply.
Again you ask me where I was.
I was there.

Among the people of lonesome bloom,
Dressed in black, feeling blue, bored.
I was there.
In the misty afternoon, with the fog rolling,
Amongst the stone obelisks, the errie trees,
I heard the wailing wind howling like a wolf in the night.
I sensed the dreariness of those around,
And felt the melancholy emotions that were once held by those at my feet.

I looked around, then, but nothing did I see.
It all seemed like a bottomless abyss in all of life's existence.
A black hole of nothingness, waiting, wondrously waiting, to be filled with life or death.

Then, I looked up.
I saw myself.
Standing in a mist of fog, amongst many.
Many who appeared not to possess the eye of joy.
They looked like mourners of one who has passed.
One who was loved.
One who was unknown.

Then I realized where I was.

I was there.

Authored by me. :) Written January 29, 1992.

As a very brief history, that is my father's birthday and I wrote it 27 days after my parent's divorce was final.

Good stuff, PenguinNick! Keep it up! :D

It is not my intention to in anyway detract from what you have posted. I just felt compelled to share something I wrote when I was a teenager ever so long ago in high school. I hope you enjoy it. If not, oh well.