Err...Some Poems

[Lady Arwen56]

Note: I got really tired of starting new threads for each poem, so I'm putting a few in one thread. Yay! I'm sooo smart. (Most of these poems do not rhyme)

Cold
I shiver.
I cry.
It's cold here.
Too cold.
My soul was once warm,
I once had a heart.
But now I am dead.
Everything is dead within me.
My mind lingers on one last thought "Does he love me?"
My heart answers with swift beats. "No. He loves someone else."
I am limp in the arms of death,
My mortal life slipping away from me.
I can't take this.
I can't take being cold.
I feel like I can't breathe,
Oxygen is being surpressed by lasting lies.
I shiver.
I cry.
It's cold here.
Too cold.
I die.
I die with no one there for me.
I die without you.
Without...everything.
Only cold.

Darkness
You can't see me in this darkness,
This darkness that consumes me.
I'm shivering, this total night is cold,
I'm dying, this total night is suffocating.

I know you are waiting,
I know you want me to join you.
Darkness and shadow are your shelters
When they are everyone elses demons.

I can feel myself slipping away,
My once green eyes black and heavy.
You tug at my soul,
Your begging now, pleading with me to let go.

I jerk away from your touch,
You make me bleed with your words.
You can't see me in this darkness.
You can't see me bleed.

Painful
He came and went,
Passed in and out of our lives like a shadow.
He was a blur,
I felt like I barely knew him.

We all felt like that.

He wasn't perfect,
But he didn't deserve what he got.
He didn't deserve Death.
He didn't deserve to be buried under the ground, his skin rotting away with time.

We all knew that.

He was a blessing,
Someone that you can only find once in a lifetime.
He was a pain,
Someone that you wish you'd never met.

But we loved him either way.

We all miss him.
We still cry over him,
Our hearts still filled to the brim with memories of him.
We still want him back, even though we know that can't happen.

It still hurts.

Untold Story Of Death
note: my friend wrote this. she was too scared to actually post it, afraid of people will think, therefore I will post it for her.

Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, holding your hand and wishing for faith. Blood seeps through opened sores, but I am still the one thing you adore.
Heart beat slows, survival rate lessens. This is just one of those, I-don't-understand lessons. Green eyes glisten with unshed tears, one last hope, so many fears.
People stare, and I wonder if you care. (I don't) I watch your face, wishing for one last taste, but I can't even kiss you in their unreserved haste.
Your still the only good thing in my life. I love how we lived without any strife. I wish you could stay, but it's all too late.
I want to rip free of your everlasting grasp, but instead I just fall in line with the mass. I fall beside you, knowing that your life shall end, and that we will be through.
People stare, and I wonder if you care. (I don't) I watch your face, wishing for one last taste, but I can't even kiss you in their unreserved haste.
Heart beat slows, survival rate lessens. this is just one of those whoever-said-life-was-fair lessons. Green eyes glisten with crystal blue tears, one last hope, so many fears.
This is the untold story of death, the untold story of your one last breath.
People stare, and I wonder if you care. (I don't) I watch your face, wishing or one last taste, but I can't even kiss you in their unreserved haste.

Another note; She would like me to add that this is about her *ex* and that she still loves him (he died incase you hadn't figured that out) And no *Katie* I truly didn't write this. C.S. did.


Okay, yeah...alrightly then...check ya later.