Yatsuna13

darkness passes over

in shades of crimson red,

blurring my eyes of reality

and leaving my mind dead

i have to leave this madness

this burden makes me cry,

all i want is to be forgotten

i just want to die

but people brought me out of that

then hurt me once again,

this cannot happen anymore

for me this is the end

i havn't written in awile so it probably sucks but oh well i just needed to write

im cold

my heart is frozen over

and it burns me

im cold

my mind cant think clearly

and i am lost

im cold

the words come out so scrambled

and you are confused

im cold

there is no warmth to heal me

and i am dead

hold your hands

and close your lips,

you don't want them to hear

just shut your eyes

and dream it sweet.

it'll soon to be over dear

your skin so soft

your shape so perfect,

fills me with sour hate

no more talk

we must start now,

before it is too late

feel the sting

and let it bleed,

i smile at my art

would you stop moving

you're wasting time,

i must finish what i start

i see terror

behind your eyes,

feel you growing weak

below,

there's crimson,

not yet have i reached my peak

...

my legs are shaking

going limp,

have you yet to see

it wasn't you

whose blood i spilled,

it all belonged to me

yatsuna

thanks very much for your support and understanding...i have sumthing to say just can't bear to say and i'm trying to find a way to hide it and say it at the same time

what can i say...i love the color red...thanks happy new year

i pick up my pen.a thousand thoughts swirl around in the darkness of my mind.why can't i write?i stare at the blank piece of paper and suddenly a burst of anger sprouts from my mind and i scribble all over the paper that was meant for beautiful words.now the paper is a jumble of lnes and curves.this happens so often...a while bak i stopped writing poetry and locked every bit of expression in my mind and refused to let it out.this drives me insane...no longer can i enjoy the beauty of words but now i run away. a simple glimpse at a pen or a piece of paper makes my hearts pound with anger and sorrow. i've lost it,lost my writing power and now i have no inspiration left. the only thing i have now is my thoughts. i long to just scream out what i feel but that would create a riot i wish that some day i will gaiin the power to write again. i do not wish to share what i write and therfor all i think about is not writing this has killed me in my mind and i am still waiting.

pay no attantion to these wordsfor they are not poetic nor are they artistic just a way to help let out my frustration...i know i will feel it again and when that time comes i'll be ready to face it. i encourage allof you who write to not end up like me. don't stop writing,don't stop expressing yourself and if anything should stand in your way press on through it and you will see the light again...

yatsuna13

hello...*pop* it was great for something you dont normally write about...happy holidays...

i always enjoy a great quote... i make some myself but i enjoy hearing others...i too look at quotes andput them in my little notebook(ofcourse aknowledging the author)...here are a few

"war does not determine who is right, it dtermines who is left"

"life without love is just another death"my bro krys

"those who quote me are fools"

"we are the musicmakers,the dreamers of dreams" willy wonka

"a stuntman is only worth his paycheck"

"if you're following me you're going backwards" my mom

"pricking your finger on the thorn only makes the rose more red"

"you know what really sucks...a vacuum"

"he who throws dirt loses ground" some k-mart poster

"when hell is full, the dead will walk the earth" rotten.com--recommend it

yatsuna13

new years resolutions...i stopped making new years resolutions for a while because i never accomplished them at all...but being in a good mood i guess i could mention a few of my goals

i resolve to work harder at whatever i do

i resolve to try everthing atleast once

i resolve to cherish those i love more

i resolve to live to make next year goals

( --depends on your mood

yatsuna13

just a little poem to welcome the new year of 2004. congrats to the people who made it this far...anyway here is a poem off the top of my head

a new year begins as

another year ends

new lovers meet eyes

new kids show off trends

hello to all those who now live

goodbye to all those who died

cheer to all those who smile

comfort to all those who cry

cherish this new year

as if it were your last

look out into the future

but always remember the past

i wish all of you a happy and accomplishing new year...figured i'd say this early so i don't forget...

yatsuna13

my favorite color would have to be red...to me red shows so much emotion. think about it...

RED

anger

love

sadness

pain

hate

death

life...

also because that's my bf's favorite color

there hasn't been any strange weather beside snow here in the east... slick roads...lots of accidents...nope, all seems normal here...

heres a question for you all...what is your favorite color(s) and why?...

yatsuna

beautiful...i love the detail and the way the words flow together...i love all of your poems and hope some day to be as good as many f the people on this sight...gives me something to live for...*smiles*

thnx for replying...yes itdoes have a deeper meaning. to me it is hard to know the pan of aparent,especially a mother. it's almost like you feel their pain too because you're part of them...once again...thanks

yatsuna

Oh mother,

my dear sweet mother,

with eyes of blu

and hair of brown.

Your heart,

filled with love

Your mind,

crammed with happiness.

Yet i know,

behind all that.

Those blue eyes,

that brown hair,

lies something torn,

something missing.

Bitter sadness

slowly takes over.

Know that i love you.

My dear sweet mother

let these words

speak louder than actions

for words,

will be all you have left.

Bring my love with you,

and i will do the same

oh no what am i to do...i have a stalker AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH thnx for your comments

the problem with my anger is trying to find a way to express it...i used to write but then gave that up because lack of privacy...i guess i just deal

I love the refrain you used. it really added an effect to the poem. My family has a history of migrain problems o my mothers side(or so i was told) I love taking Advil

because it tastes like candy

Can't write poetry

Can't sing a song

Never in the right

always in the wrong

No motivation

Nothing to live by

Hate saying hello

And even more goodbye

Can't find anything I'm looking for

and still havn't got a clue

The only thing I have to know...

Is how much I love you

yatsuna

hello...well...i know what you mean. i tend to have that problem too. i start something and even though i know i need help with it...but i dont want it...well i kind of want it

Thanx for giving your responses and beliefs i appreciate it very much. Aardvark...i love your creativity, curious though of which door you would choose. me i've always wanted to parachute so i guess reincarnation is for me. once again i thank you all you have slightly eased my mind

yatsuna

i'm new here but i fel the same way you do...envious...but to me that's something for me to work on as a person, i'm waiting to create my masterpiece,and by reading some of these wonderful artists gives me inspiration and a lead on to my masterpiece.

yatsuna

~hugs~

hope u have a great weekend...mine already sux

hey aardvark i'm still in the past

yatsuna

you sound as if you want to be the next richard cohen...

yatsuna