Again, some of these poems might be a little triggering, they contain some themes that might upset,
and possibly some language that would do similar. So please proceed down this page with caution.


Clues

It's not right for you 
to go looking for clues
It's not right for you 
to go trying to prove me wrong 
I've been always right 
I've seen the things 
I know how to fight
don't push your limits 
I can't stand the chase
I know you can stand 
all the races, the glance
I know you can hassle me 
and try to take over me 
but you can't
It's not right for you to go looking for clues
to make me look wrong
I knew all along 
I was there

A poem By Jeanna Newbill

 Disguised

She was the one
She was the one
Disguised
Her face covered with anguish
Paralyzed by the truth
She doesn't know when to believe
Her heart
When her heart says
Things that don't make sense

She was the one
The one in disguise
Covering her hands and arms
With clothing
 Concealing herself 
Behind a cloak
Shedding tears over heart break
Thinking of later days
To mourn over

She was the one
She was the one in disguise
She wore black 
To cover her pale skin from the light
The dawning sun always seemed to strike
The heat hit her bones 
Made her weak 
She ran
To hide
She was the one
She was the one
The one in disguise

A poem By Jeanna Newbill

The Fall of Darkness

Darkness is my shroud, 
the cloak of midnight,
wrapping my heart and soul.
Sinews of black twist me,
and a sinister glare is cast.

A glare of pale,
as the horse of death,
a portent of the future.
Beckoning from the great shroud,
the sinews enmesh themselves and bind me.

Bound and soon to break,
The sunset illuminates my path,
the end of so many days.
The ground is turned to iron,
with jaws that swallow me up.

A new light shines out,
but it is the glare of ill,
a reflection of the Styx.
Receiving my dues,
the ferry-man mutters my fate,
soon disgorged upon the bank,
I face Cerberus.

- Alexander McGregor

 "The Song"

I sing a song of flowers,
Of dancing in the sun.
 I sing of nature's powers--
The light in everyone.

I sing a song of madness,
The crowds they boo and hiss.
I sing a such true sadness; 
The rabble must have bliss.

So, I sing a song of joy.
I sing of sweet romance.
Pure love I must employ,
And dance the needed dance.

- Natasha Lewis


"The Transformation"

I march out in the worl, happy and free;
I laugh at my world, and it laughs at me.
I own myself, that no one can take.
I own my joy; that i'll not forsake. 

A couple years pass; sadness yields tears.
My joy it doth dim and in rush my fears.
Gone is the girl filled with laughter and lvoe.
Gone is the peace--that gift from above.

My outlook is bleak; my heart is so sad. 
I dream of my youth, the hopes that I had.
As I look to the future, I hope that I may
Find that great joy I once felt everyday.

- Natasha Lewis

 Untitled

Have you seen the dark side?
Have you tasted the blood of another?
Acid rain falls like leaves in the autumn,
And fire burns out of control.
The wind is howling like a lonely wolf,
As lightning flashes in my eyes.
Thoughts of death and rage,
Are locked in my brain.
My blood is flowing out in a river of pain.
I can't handle the suffering,
It must come to an end.
Punch me, stab me, shoot me,
Physical pain is nothing to me anymore.
The pain will end for me soon enough,
How about your pain?
Does it still control you,
And burn endlessly?

- Travis


Untitled

I Wish...
I wish I was a bird,
fearless and free.
I wish I was the ocean,
powereful and unstoppible.
I wish I was a cloud,
any shape and size.
I wish I was prettier
than I appear.
I wish I was where
you stand.
I wish my mother
could understand.
I wish this was
one big happy story.
I wish words
could turn back time.
I wish she would
understand, that the
man she hates is the man
that I love.
I wish....

- Travis
 

 Secrets

Colorless people running circles in my head,
Circles and circles telling me the secrets of life,
Momma and daddy say it's ok,
and there glad I'm not dead,
A million eyes watching me as I sleep,
Deeper and deeper into the pit of all that's unknown,
Momma and daddy will never know the truth,
To all the secrets I keep.

- Arwen

It's one of those days where the sun is shining so brightly and warmth is
radiating...one of those days we rarely have up here. One of those days when
I know the sun-shine is warm but I can't truly feel it on my face. I want to
feel the sun again, I want to feel it on my face and I want to feel warm and
safe and I want the heat to radiate through my body in some sort of warm
glow that would give me some sort of hint of a feeling.

I'm looking out of my window and the sun's shining through the trees and
onto the grass in the garden outside my window and there's a cool breeze
whispering and I can hear people's happy chatter drifting along the breeze
and through my window. I don't mind that I'm not with them, that I don't
have a crowd to be with. I like my own company, I don't want to sit about
and talk about the mundane. I do want to feel the sun and the wind though,
and feel safe.

It's one of those days where the sun is shining so brightly and warmth is
radiating...one of those days where I almost wish I didn't do what I do.
Even though it's not really warm enough, it's one of those days where you
would wear your skimpiest top just because Summer is really on it's way. I
want to do that. I want to be able to walk down the beach wearing whatever I
like and now worry about what people think of me and not feel like I'm
flaunting what I do. I want to be who I am and not have people pushing on me
who they think I am.

It's one of those days where the sun is shining so brightly and warmth is
radiating....

- absurd

Dependent

Can I make myself
alittle more clear
I like you when your here
I wish you were my boyfriend
Some one I could hold
Some one I could trust
Some one that would protect me
When I needed some one most
When I want to take my life
Cut myself, to make myself bleed
You would protect me from myself
Let your love come in
I would fall for you 
You would win
I want you here
I want you for myself
I want to be wanted by you
Would love me?
Could you love someone 
so strange and dependent on you?
Could you love someone 
that wanted and needed you?

A poem By Jeanna Newbill

 Stars

One dark night
when the world had just been made,
a child sat crying alone 
under the completely black sky.
Seeing it, its' guardian angel flew to the ocean,
scooped up water and turned it into radiant diamonds.
 The angel threw them into the murky mass of sky,
easing the child's fear with night lights -
billions of shining stars.

- Jil Lane

 

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