Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

All the tears he made you shed, all the times he made you feel like you was nothing to him or anyone else. Then again we live in a cruel and dark world. I believe everything happens for a reason, and if that means you and andy wasnt meant to be, then maybe thats why all this is happening. Even though you loved and cared for with everything you had, he showed no remorse on putting you down and disrespecting you. And that right there shows that hes not a man at all. Just a child who lost his way.I know there are days you would stay up all night and you would keep asking yourself '' what did i do wrong? Why do i stay up crying trying to convince myself everything will be okay? why me?!'' He didnt cherish every single moment he had with you. He didnt take the time to look in your eyes and say to himself, wow. i must be the luckiest guy in the world to have the best girlfriend ever'' And thats what lead to him losing you. Man,just to be loved by someone.. thats a gift itself. Some take it for granite, others embrace it. Ive been trying to find the words to express how i truely and honestly feel about you. After last night, after what you told me about what happened, after you told me how your feeling and how you cant stop crying, It really awakened my true feelings towards you. Feelings i thought i could acually suppress until we saw eachother again. I want to be the one who holds you tightly and never ever let go. The one who wipes all your tears away. The one that you was always searching for. All these years.. All the times we talked lead up to this very moment in my life. I remember the first time i met you. Gosh you were so adorable. We use to be parterns all the time when it came to group activites. That was the year i acually looked foreward to going to school. Just to see you. I still remember i lost a friend because i always wanted to be around you instead of him.I was so sad when you moved away. I always wonderend if we would ever see or meet eachother again, then about three years ago it happened. At lacey's graduation party. At first I sort of didnt reconize you since you was more mature. But that night, I couldnt of been more happier. I was acually happy for weeks and that day made me believe in wishes. I remember making a wish a little bit after you moved away. I wished we could meet again and it happened. You really do make a impact in my life.It just overflows with joy, happiness, and inspiration. I dont know how to describe it. Wow, you just dont know how much you really mean to me. I look at you and all i really wanna do is hold you soo so close to my heart. There is so many things i want do do with you. Like take you to the beach and watch the sunset together. Lay on the rooftop and look at the stars together. Take a walk through the park holding hands. Staying up all night and constantly telling you how beautiful and special you are. What I mean is that I want to make you the happiest girl alive.

i once saw a bat
and then he shat


on my face, and so began a tail of one man
and his unconventional fetish
an everyday fairytale
some might say
but im not gay



or am i?

Ive gone beyond the mirror

To see what I can see

Am I merely a reflection

Or is this really me?

Separated by a pane of glass and a metal frame

Have I still got my sanity

Or am I going insane?

Terrified and tormented,
It is about how it is for me.
Bullied and verbally beaten,
Please somebody bandage me.

Delightful donations this how I want to be,
In my extreme, exited to believe.
Having caring courage, this about right for me.
With a happy gratitude hangs great gesture, with open opportunities.
Unseen innocence this how they judge me
Mystifying unicorns, this is how I want to dream.

Tangled in a social network, trying to be free,
To have my independence, so somebody notices me
All the wanting willingness of all the variations, restoring poetic piece,
Will this be my victory?
In an emotional triangle, always pointing at me,
In my teenage years please look out for me.

Hiding my gentle tears, for you not to see,
Handling the problems, of my teenage years
For no one to have my fears.
Speaking aloud all the problems, I here
My voice no longer feels it needs to have the fear.

Somebody always has the answers, makes it sound so clear,
However, when I’m on my own, then comes my greatest fear.
Trying to remember, the words I heard so clear.
The jumbled up sounds, blend in to my tears.
When the trouble starts, I try to leave my fears,
But drowning in my emotions and the cloudy eyes of tears.

So now, I feel the danger creeping in my anger,
Cause now I blame myself for feeling like a tangle
In this anguished pain, not to feel so plain,
I take my life and end it with an angel.

We've all had one a childhood


Then we get older and have our own


I guess we will never learn


to leave well enough alone

How can it be right when never shown the light?
In a time in his so called prime told do as I say not as I do
He’s just the problem child, he’s just so wild
He begs for help but he says he is fine
He was told grow up, get over it, it will pass
How will he grow up when all he wants is to throw up
Then called discipline now called abuse
So tried, so tired
Beaten up, never to be beaten down
It will take its toll until he’s a troll
Not knowing what the world will take
He takes on the world
He’s just a kid yearning and still learning
Crying without tears smiling without happiness
Walking without stride and very little pride
Running without dreams jumping without joy
Restless like a strong wind in the trees trying to stand tall to only be blown off balance again…and again till the leaves fall eventually snapping a limb
Like a tide in the sea trying to reach the shore with every wave that seems to get closer to only be drawn back out even further
Where will he be when he can’t even see?
Where will he go when time runs out?
Who will he become when all is said and done?
Like the water from the sky always seen coming down but never seen going up
His life is unseen mess, like a puddle in the ground left to drain in the cold clay or frozen over in a cold winter’s night
Is he capable of seeing the light?
Brick by brick, bit by bit as the walls go up spiralling around so high; the sun only shines for a second a day
Then came a day when a hand was open with all fingers showing and the palm facing up
He was not sure what this was or how to embrace it, his instincts were shy his better judgment cried
Like a seedling in the dark looking for the light, it’s all so ever bright but can feel the warmth of the sun in a clear sky
In time he will grow with the light by his side and the warmth at his feet to know everything is not as it seemed
Growing leaf by leaf branch by branch, the bark peeling year by year revealing a new skin, that’s now so hard and brittle
Then time moved on as he stood so ever high and strong until he come tumbling down
Like a wood chopper taking his axe, lifting it high above his head to bring it down with the weight of the axe head and the strength of his arms with no palm to be seen, takes a slice from the tree with the first thud, then a chunk with the second, in a short time its swaying and the leaves are falling one by one, limbs are shaking making all sorts of loud wild cracking sounds, then came the oh mighty fall hitting the ground with an outmost raw the tremor can be felt more than just before

Stay awake tonight
till the mornin light
don't rest upon your bed
though your pillow is soft and deep
your not as sleepy as you seem
stay awake dont nod and dream
stay awake dont nod and dream

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I stand alone
I fight away the weed that grew up with me
It wraps around me tight
Don’t let go... day or night
No matter how I try, I’m too weak to fight
But when my gardeners come he’ll slip away
And as soon as its night wrap around till I can’t even sway
I am too scared to tell on him, what will happen if I do?
Will I have to up root? Start a new?
I’m the darkest rose in the garden
And today is my day
I’ll swallow a box of plant killer and in my own pollen I’ll lay.

twas the night before raceday and all thru the house, not a motor was starting except for my mouse, with its 15 inch slicks and its 411 gears, its four inch exaust pipes will hurt your ears ,and its fiberglass body and its tubular frame uncorked or corked up they both sound the same, with its duel turbo charged big block it beats every car,it almost breaks thru its thick wheelis bars weve been racing all night and the cars are alright here comes the cops quick run for your life

All for you it seems
that way.
Then i get told
teenagers only know
one way to be all
about ME.
When do they figure
out this does not
work.
They need to give
in order to get.
I guess when they
are ADULTS they will
understand are reasoning
for what we did and
appreciate it