Saturday, October 20, 2007

   my sad, depressing poem #4
Assasin

Midnight moonlight lighting up the streets,
A cool breeze whistles past the trees,
A strange silence covers the neighborhood like a blanket,
One sole person stands in the darkness,
To the naked eye he is as usual as you and me,
But really he is our enemy.
He stands in the darkness,
Where no one can see him,
Waiting for that one person to pass by,
One shot, that's all it takes.
BOOM!!!
Your dead,
With a bullet in your head.
One shot.
He causes more deaths than the Nazis ever could.
Just one shot and your thoughts are gone.
And he doesn't even care. It's just one more body.
The world moves on.
It's his job, after all.
Just one shot and people's lights go on in their houses,
But he doesn't care.
His job is done.
For who would care for just this one?
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   my sad, depressing poem #3
The End

Screaming coming from the other side of the wall,
The wall I know seperates me from my parents.
It is my protector.
It creates my sanstuary.
Hides me from what I know is coming.
It is inevitable.
Soon, I know, they will come in here.
Come in and destroy my sanctuary.
Take what little is left for me.
My safe haven.
KABOOM!!!
And it's gone.
My protector,
My sanctuary,
Gone,
Collapsed,
Taking away all hope with it.
BOOM!!!
I hear a sickening thud.
I look up.
My mom is down,
Fallen,
Just like the wall.
BANG!!!
My dad's down in what I know to be the end.
The end of my world.
The end of their life.
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   my sad, depressing poem #2
Trapped souls

Trapped in lies,
Caught, like a fish in a net,
In a world of deceit,
Yearning for kindness,
Yet finding only falsehoods.
Waiting for virtue to shine through this ugly blackness,
But not finding it.
So alone.
Suck in a world that is fastidious and unable to feel.
People.
One word with so much meaning.
How you comprehend it is not up tp me.
We are all trapped souls.
Living in a land where loving people are hurt for fun.
Where caring people are shunned.
I shudder at the thought of becoming one of them.
People.
Escape?
Impossible.
We are all trapped until our souls deteriorate.
Or until we die.
We knew this from the beginning.
We shall all soon become that hateful word,
People.
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   my sad, depressing poem #1
Come Save Me

Sitting so silently,
Waiting, just waiting,
Moonlight glistening through the curtains,
Waiting, waiting,
When will they come?
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting ever patiently,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting for them for them to take me away,
Waiting for them to come,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting for the screaming to stop,
Waiting, waiting,
Waiting for this to end,
For them to save me,
For my rescuers to come and get me,
Waiting, waiting,
Always waiting,
Never stopping,
Waiting till we die,
Waiting, ever waiting.
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