Alyssa

Well everyone, this is my poetry. My dark effin poetry. Don’t steal it, because if you do you will be forever known as a low life. Amen. I love God :) Woo. Anyways message me if you like it ?

Numberrr 1 : 

My time has come,

to lay underneath the stone,

looking for my new home,

in nothing but skin and bones,

Don’t worry about me,

I’ll rest in peace,

just let me be,

as i fly with the geese,

Im with you in your heart,

you may not feel it now,

dont let us fall apart,

for i will always be with you,

Im waiting up here,

as happy as can be,

I will not shed a tear,

because i am waiting for you up here,

so do not cry my dear,

I will always love you.

Number 2 :

I’m laying here in my bed,

with a gun to my head,

wondering why i’m not dead,

Do I pull the trigger?

Do I pull the trigger?

Do I pull the trigger?

Oh God please please save me,

This isnt the way it has to be,

Can you even hear me?

Im in so much pain,

there is nothing left to gain,

I’m going insane,

BAM BAM

I’ve pulled the trigger,

I’ve pulled the trigger,

I’ve pulled the trigger,

There’s nothing left of me but this even flow of blood,

this is how it’s going to be,

another day passes by,

as im watching in the sky,

all these people asking why why why.

Number 3 ; (This poem was written in a bit of a unique style. It was part of a school assignment, you were supposed to write it as an animal with a social issue and i chose my issue as abuse and so on. So i hope that kind of makes some sense, it also ties into current war sitauations with soldiers.)

I sit here like a soldier down

Items being launched at me like grenades in a warzone

Words that our kind can’t understand

Beaten and thrown down on concrete

A baby’s loud cry ignored again

A world we all wish never happend

Our owners use us to abuse us

When were at our end, they revive us again

Only to be beaten once more

Some humans love us, some humans hate us

and when their satisfied,

We are forsaken, like a forgotten soldier

a soldier left with open wounds,

Wind gusts blows dust within,

Desperate to cry, but no one will hear our whines,

We are the forgotten,

We are now the fallen.

Number 4: (This poem is about the death of my grandparents. This poem was written in class and was for an assignment, but when it turned out the way it did I refused to hand it in. My emotions poured out too much through this poem.)

Do you remember when?

When you had no worried or troubles in the world?

Do you remember when,

when you could go to bed with no regrets?

A childhood so innocent and sweet.

one, two, three, four, five, six, —-,

a childs life, zero to ten.

but my childhood zero to six.

It was cut short on a Cold December day

Sunny and all, but behind that door my childhood is no more.

Not knowing what was ahead, that door swung open,

And there it was, “I’m sorry, she’s dead”

A life cut short,

A blow to the heart,

Tears on the floor,

A child I was no more,

I’m sorry he said, but your grandma is dead.

The clock struck four,

She fell on the floor,

She was breathing no more.

I refused to believe,

I was only seven,

How could this happen?

It’s not her time for heaven.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, - time,

it all went by,

but where was I ?

stuck in my head, crying “shes dead”,

I still have grandpa,

but he wasn’t the same,

an illness he had,

how could it be so bad?

Schizophrenia it’s called,

Paranoid,

Voices,

Thoughts,

He thought we were out to get him but that wasn’t the case,

day’s and day’s my mother would cry,

her father had lost it,

he pushed his family away,

sick of the crying,

sick of the pain,

sick of the life,

sick of the loss

walls built so high

higher than the great wall of china,

stronger than the power of hurrican katrina,

no one in, no one out,

Isolation was key,

Distance was maintained,

I pushed them all away,

No one ever got in MY way.

Fuck you Dad

Fuck You Mom

Fuck You Sister

I hate you all,

I had a routine, 

Went to school,

got bullied,

went home,

handed out the “fuck you’s”

made my mom cry,

bullied my older sister,

and infuriated my dad,

Ran upstairs,

waited for the punishments,

banned to my room, early bed time,

At last I could cry all alone. 

It was all part of my plan,

Take the shit I was dealt at school,

Take it out on my family,

Than take it out on myself.

6 Years went by,

long and painful,

full of sorrow,

and than my grandpa died,

He died alone,

He pushed everyone away,

He gasped for air,

as he said his last goodbye,

He was gone for good, 

not coming back,

Just like grandma,

Now their both not coming back,

I’ll never forgive myself,

all the mistakes I made,

the smiles I make,

their all fake.

I cry all the time,

waiting and longing for the night,

and when it comes,

I’m brought back to the nights,

the nights when my grandparents died.

I love you grandma and grandpa.