ok i put this in my RP-Place by the Sea.(yes another poem.)I got bored and i wanted to put something in there to keep in rolling...sort of...anyway....i keep getting ideas of poems by thinking of this one person.Im not telling who,but i think they'll know who they are.They do have a name on gaia and they do have aim.Their one of the first people that either i im or they im me when i get on.If you don't know who it is,it might not be you.but for the one i get the ideas from just thinking about you,if you're reading this,thanks for being an inspiration in my life and i love you for being in it.you've helped me with some of my problems just like i've helped you with yours.i hope that we stay in contact forever and never lose sight of our friendship and goals to *cough*meet*cough* one another one day when we're older.Again thank you and i love you from being in my life(dont get anything out of that you idiot.you know what i mean. xp )anyway.thanks for reading my journal and my poems,i hope you like them!ttyl.
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((lookin for an angel
holding my shivering arms
praying to god that i'll find comfort
in an angel's strong,kind arms.
i look down,scared and crying
hoping he'll come along.
no one notice's me
a cold no one on the street.
i dont blame them.
in my black long sleeved shirt
and dark blue jeans and black boots
i look like a run away
or a troublemaker.
i wait until quater till midnight
until i stand again.
the rain comes pouring down,
i look up,no one.
i look around,still no one.
i walk out into the street.
i just need one blow,just one
to take away by pain from the bruises
that i've gotten all my life
both physical and
the ones that i've received
by painful experiences.
i wait until five till midnight
and i walk out of the road.
i go back to my spot on the sidewalk.
i colapse as i sit.
i hug my legs into my chest
and i put forehead on my knees.
i begin to pour out all the emotions
that i've felt that have burden me
in a few simple tears.
i want to scream them out
but i hold it in.
i cry until midnight
when a young boy,
my age,comes along.
helps me to my feet
and asks what wrong.
i lose all my words.
he holds me close
as i cry into his shoulder.
he seems familiar
i know him from school.
the silent one
in the back of the classroom.
he offers me a place to stay
i accept.
i may have never have seen
a true winged angel that night
but i could imagine wings on him
from that night on.
ok....sorry....its like 20 minutes after midnight on a Thursday (out of school all week) night.........im just really bored and i want to keep this thing rolling....))"
 Lady_Awai · Fri Apr 01, 2005 @ 06:34am · 0 Comments |
