 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 10-June 22:28:43 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 103581
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Day From Hell
[time] => 2005-08-15 18:30:23
[hometext] => To all my friends, wizard, HatchetGirl, the-brokn-rose....I might not be here for a while, please read this as explination....bad things have happened...
[bodytext] => Tossing and turning, bed sheets too tight I rolled and I pleaded with the sandman all night I wake up from a hazy dream Into the pool for a normal practice, a normal day, or at least it seemed Worked over until I vomit and nearly faint Practice goes on until way past two hours after eight I come home body broken and spent My friends asked me over and I thought no rules would have to be bent Little did I know my parents had been conspiring behind my back Thinking they have my life on the right track They forbade me to go for fear of him being there The love of mine that I include in every thought and every prayer Never again am I to see him as far as their concerned It is of the true meaning of the word hate I have learned I said it not once but again and again I cut them with my words, made them feel my pain Then I called him in my time of need I cried and begged for us to flee 'I don’t want to be here anymore' 'My heart is dying, bloody, and sore' 'Help me, make it all go away' And he is silent for there is nothing to say The silence finally broken and a sound so strange that I hear It is the sound of him shedding his painful tears Never have I heard him cry It can’t be happening; him crying is like a lie It is my turn to sit in silence for there is nothing to say Then his brother picks up the phone and for now my love has to go away My viens pulse with a feeling I never felt before Vengeance, vengeance must be sought for the heart of my love that is torn I’ll kill them, I’ll make them dead I’ll say things that long ago that needed to be said I’ll write my hatred in their blood with a kitchen knife and sing a mournful song My soul will then be damned to hell and I shall take my own life before long ‘Tis the day from hell I share with you All of this happened except the last part from the bottom, lines one and two Sing me my love, sing your sweet lullaby and make this day go back to where it first crept Make my mind so that to comprehend this day I am inept Help me, help me my brave warrior, help me please No longer can may parents be appeased I stay silent and listen to his sobs and his heart break Inside my heart is a tornado and my head an earthquake Today is the day from hell What tomorrow will bring not even a psychic could tell BLOOD [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kitty06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com