I type a lot of poems, so I'm just gonna post them in one forum. Comment if you like any. Also, my first poem is in a RP on here already, but I'd like to repost it (and maybe one or two more) here.

Follow
We’ve got to lie and deny
Cause it’s not right
We can’t come out and say it
Cause it’s not allowed

They think that we’re just rebelling
That this feelings are hallow
They think we’re just bluffing
But I’ll lead, if you promise to follow

Love that’s not proper
Love that’s forbidden except at night
Love that’s considered evil
That’s the love that makes us fight

We’ve got hide and close our eyes
Cause it’s not proper
We can’t hold hands in public
Because it’s not dignified

They think that we’re just acting out
That we’re not in love
They think we don’t mean it
But hold my hand and we’ll run

Love that’s not proper
Love that’s forbidden, except out of sight
Love that’s considered evil
That’s the love that makes us fight


Calling
I hate the world we live in.
I just can’t stand it at times
and this is one of those times.
Fates Be Damned I feel like calling
as I watch my scarlet droplets falling.
But even if the Fates forgive,
there is still a reason I must live.
Oh love be damned.
Oh heart be damned,
but until you are you,
and you are undeniable
and I won’t even try to lie.
I love her and she is my world, so I must stay,
until she says the time’s alright and it’s okay.
Fates Be Damn
and
Love Be Damned
and
My Heart Be Damned,
for the one that will not forgive,
for she is the reason I must live.


Playing at Love
We’re the two girls holding hands and giggling
We’re the two boys meeting up after school everyday
We’re the ones nobody takes serious
We’re the ones playing at love
You’re on than your off
You love then you hate
You’re the ones meant to be
He’s broken your heart yet again
She’s cheated on you once more
You’re the ones meant to be
We’re the two girls kissing in the shadows
We’re the two boys experimenting
No adults we can turn to
To tell that we’ve whispered “I love you”
We’re the ones everyone sneers at
We’re the ones hurt by words and fist for our games
We’re the ones playing at love.

The last one I almost didn't post because there is a really bitter story behind it and it still bothers me, but I figured, what the hey. The past is the past and I live for...*thinks* I don't know, but the past is over and I'm forgetting.

This is one that I consider my best poem...actually, no. I think all my poetry sucks, but this one at least held meaning for me at one point, though it was only a joke.

Lovingly Murdered
Turning of the clock
Watch the blades drop
Sick of the crying
Tired of grown child’s whining
Love turned sour by time
Love corrupted by wasted mind
Killing once again
Killing to a real end
Loving hands
Now holding blades
Loving hands
Causing loved life to fade
Turning of the clock
Slashing of the blade
Sick and tired
Twisted and dying
Love turned bitter by time
Love poisoned by wasted mind
Kissing once before
Killing yet again
Killing to no end
Loving hands
Now cut through the love
Loving hands
Causing death to those they held