The blade of my knife
Faced away from your heart
Those last few nights
It turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell
Now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell

So many times I said
You’d only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears
And loved you cyanide
When you took my lips
I took your breath
Sometimes love’s better off dead

You’re all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so I set you free
I had to take your life
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
And I loved you but you didn’t love me
Laid out cold
Now we’re both alone
But killing you helped me keep you home
I guess it was bad
Cause love can be sad
But we finally made the news

Tied up smiling
I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes
I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn
About love in this world
But we finally made the news

You’re all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so, so I put you to sleep.

Tags: better off dead, blade, Blade 111, ex girlfriend, Guess, heart, hell, lips, love, love poem, prison cell, sleep

Love & Death

He made her jealous,
On purpose he tried
When the girl asked "Do You Love Me?"
On purpose he lied.
He played with jealousy,
Like it was a game.
Little did he know.
Things would never be the same,His plan was working
But he had no clue How bad things would go and the damage he would do.
One night she broke down
Feeling very alone, just her and her blade.
No one els home.
She dialed his number he answered,"Hello"
She told him she loved him and hung up the phone.
He raced to her house,
Just a minute too late.
Found her lying in blood,
Her heart had no rate.
Beside her was a note
in it her confession, her love for this boy her only obsession.
As he read the note, he knelt down and cried.
Grabbed her knife…………..
The night they both died.
She was found in his arms
Both of them dead,
Under her note his handwriting said:
"I Loved Her So, She Never Knew All This Time That I Loved Her Too"

Well thats the end of it, i really hope you liked it, this is for my teacher, she loves poems and i hope ill make her happy i just need edvice from u guys first :]
um?? ok well atleast i tried my best this is my first time writing a poem so dont be all like OH well i dont like it and its all blah and all that other stuff u all said well i do appreciate the first person who answered it was really nice of u for thinking its a good poem..and as for all of u, u did make me feel bad about my mind.. and make me think thats its not good for me to write poems as my career ={ not to be rude or anything on u tho, but thanks for reading :]
and thank u for yr comments ill try another poem tommorow and see if that one is good :] bye for now

Tags: amp, blade, blah, Clue, confession, first person, Game, good bye, handwriting, heart, jealousy, love, obsession, poem, Poem Love, poems, tho, tommorow, yr comments

have no titles, so i’ll just number them for your convenience

1:
People see me and say emo
People meet me and say fine
People talk to me and say good person
People know me and I say about time

People see me and say emo
So what, maybe I am
I like dark colors, I cry, I cut
But they don’t know me, so I tell them shut up

People meet me and say fine
Well, I try to cover the truth
No one sees the soul inside,
The pain and torment that I hide

People talk to me and say good person
Well, I try my best to please
I may be a good person
But these people still don’t know me

People know me and I say about time
All I ask is listen and talk,
Not just to speak and hear
Do this, and gain respect, and you will always have a friend in me.

2)
Don’t label me I say
By the color of my skin
By the clothes that I wear
Or what you label my kin

I wish not to be known
As emo goth or punk
As scene prep or nerd
But as the individual I am

I am an individual
A girl who’s one in a million
A single person in a crowd
I am unique, if you must label, label me as such

3) (please note that this one is relatively sad, and is more "free-form" poetry)

A quite cemetery nestled in the woods
The shadow of a gothic church covers people in darkness
Surrounding the casket young and old, dressed in black, and coated in sorrow
Slowly lowered into the ground, my friends cry even more
Tears are shed as soil covers the casket and flowers are put on top
People slowly leave, and when all are gone, one last person steps out of the shadows, bends down and cries
The one I loved, and lost to leave
He puts a black rose on my grave and takes out a blade
He said we would never part, I wish he lied

Thanks for reading, and critisize as much as needed, I just write poetry as a kind of "therapy" so to speak, but I want to improve, so any comments, even if you think they are horrible because of the writing, feel free to tell me, to be honest, I don’t like them much myself, but want to know what you think.
sorry they are so long!

Tags: amp, black rose, blade, color of my skin, convenience, critisize, crowd, dark colors, darkness, gain respect, good person, goth, gothic church, nerd, one in a million, person steps, punk, soil, sorrow, torment