Chanz

Well done!! As Alaeha said: it would make a great song- i'd buy the CD!! It truely is an amazing poem very strong and.... moving. I take my hat off to you!

wow! thats powerful. i no wat u mean by it just keeps appearing. keep ur chin up and keep fighting!

Thanks for that poem, Salinye. It did comfort me- a tad.

You always had fun, I looked up to you, I'll never be able to see you again, I just want it to not be true. I remember that night in the unit, When we were watching the video, You reached out and held my hand, And I didn't want to let it go. Or that time you talked to the roof, You called it DR. Phil, I made you laugh so hard that you cried, I didn't even realise that you were ill. When you were driving in town- You turned the music up really loud, I never thought i'd play that song at your funeral, In front of a crying crowd. It's too hard to accept, That it was you lying on the bed, So motionless, The image will never leave my head. You always cared for me, You held me so tight, I wish I could turn back time, So that you'd still be here, in my sight. Why was your life cut so short, Why did God choose you? You had so much to live for, There are so many things you will never get to do. There is something that I must say, Something I must do, I was too much of a coward at the hospital, But I wanted to say 'Thankyou.' No matter what happens, I will never forget, How good of a mum you were, Since the day we met. There is only one thing I regret, Something that I should've said, I should've said 'Goodbye' to you, While you were lifeless in that bed. Thank you for the moments we shared, In the short time we had, You shall never be forgotten, And i'll be forever glad. You used to be a person, Now your an angelic spirit, Watching us from up in heaven, helping us when we need it.

hmmmmmmm, very angry. I think it sums anger up very well. It made me look into the feelings of anger I have. You can look at anger in two ways. One way is to look at it like, it's just a feeling and nothing more, and the other way to look at it is to, look beneath it all and figure out what anger really is. Like you have done.

A kiss fixes your feelings- if they're sad,guilty or angry. A kiss makes you feel loved, and that feeling of love makes you feel special, and when you feel special, all your problems seem to disappear.

Is there ever a good time to say, yeah I like you, But i can't go out with you today? Is there ever a proper time, For breaking up or, To make someone mine? Is there ever a stage, where you can truely write, your feelings on a page? Is there ever a correct way, to give up something you love, on an important day? If there is, I have never found it. But the only way to fix it, is with a kiss.

I agree that "get over it" is very useful. But problems that may be huge for one person, another may see as little. What hurts someone will not another. You see we are all different, and we all react differently to things.It's easy for an outsider to tell someone to get over something, that they have no idea about, then it is to try and understand what that person is TRUELY feeling. By you saying that some peoples problems are not big deals , means that you do not understand it. I think we all have to be more understanding of peoples problems and the way that they see them.

bloody beautiful!

good job!!!!!!!!! well done!!!!!!!!!

this is beautiful!

nah, i'm not going to give it to him.

wow! this was very moving and strong. i know how you feel- about your better half being removed.

I think it was a little dark, but there was a glimmer of hope in it. I thought it was incredibly well writen. I liked the way it told a story- I always love reading these types of poems.

I sit here and think, Think about how you did me wrong, Think about how you treated me bad, And remember that I was never very strong. No matter what you did, I kept going back, Because I thought it was love, But all it did was make me black. You hit me, You called me names, You laughed at my mistakes, You played mind games. You scoffed at my foolishness, You thought i'd never leave, You thought you had me tricked, But I was not that naive. You thought you had me forever, You believed you had me won, You didn't think i'd wise up, But I know everything you've done. I'm not as dumb as I look, I am a girl, but a clever one, I am foolish, But in the end it was me who won.

I saw you the other day, you looked right at me, You looked straight through me, as if I was never there, You see just another kid, So why should you care? I notice everything you do; Every little smile; Every little laugh; All these things melt my heart into a pile. How can I get you to notice me? I wish you knew that i exist, Even knowing my name would good, Or saying g'day when you are pissed. Any little hint, that shows you know I am here, Any little sign, Anything that will give me hope, That one day you will be mine.

Beautifully writen. You seemed to have captured how the past shapes the future very well.

I think depression is a way of letting you know that you are not coping with things and that you need to, or else your life will slip away. However this can be extremley hard and painful, so for some people, it IS easier to commit suicide, then to live on being depressed.

this is true master piece- very inspiring. i loved it!!

A little smile, a nudge and a wink, Everything you do, makes my heart sink. Though you may not know this was such, I love the way you have a subtle touch. You saved me from a tide of guilt, My life you single handedly rebuilt. You've done more for me than anyone, From my life; you did not run. I wish i had the strength to tell you, But everytime i ring; what i say is never true. You see me as your best mate, I want more; but i guess i'll have to wait. How can i tell you how i feel? How can my dream of you and I ever be real? You make me who i am, And made me actually give a damn. When i tell you that i love you, I want you to say that, you love me too. But alas. This will never happen, As you come from saturn.

this was sucha sad and moving poem. you really are talented. but nothing is ever bad enough for you to commit suicide.

Such a moving poem. i really liked it.you are a wonderful poet.

It rushes through me like a hot knife in butter, sends tingles up my spine and makes my stomach flutter. One smile sends my world into a daze, and covers my day with a light haze. A simple "hello", makes me feel all mellow. One touch, and i become weak, can't find the words to speak. I crave for his sweet and tender kiss, why am I feeling like this? What has come over me? I have this sudden sense that I can be free. I suddenly see the world in a whole new way, I now have spring in my step, everyday. Whenever he touches me, me heart skips a beat, but with all this, i still feel chained to a seat.

Stuck in a hospital bed, Pain surging through my head. Everyone rushes past, Everythings happening so fast. Does anyone remember about poor little old me? You know, the one stuck here; who can't be free. Hate and anger wash over me- bringing me down, Frustration and restrictions, not letting me turn around. Dragging me down into the black, This has gone too far- can't turn back. Suffocating and choking in a world of pain, My feelings extinguished; like fire in rain. Drowning in a pool of rage, Can't get out- because i'm stuck in a cage. People walk past and just stare, Everyone so fake, pretending to care. Their friendships so false, As fake as a dead mans pulse.

Stuck in a hospital bed, Pain surging through my head. Everyone rushes past, Everythings happening so fast. Does anyone remember about poor little old me? You know, the one stuck here; who can't be free. Hate and anger wash over me- bringing me down, Frustration and restrictions, not letting me turn around. Dragging me down into the black, This has gone too far- can't turn back. Suffocating and choking in a world of pain, My feelings extinguished; like fire in rain. Drowning in a pool of rage, Can't get out- because i'm stuck in a cage. People walk past and just stare, Everyone so fake, pretending to care. Their friendships so false, As fake as a dead mans pulse.