FRIENDS WHO DRINK ARE SHIPS THAT NEVER SINK

Well I'm back in action...for those with perverted minds like my dear friend KWAKI, I dnt mean it in that way. Any way over the years i have meet people thos who think,those who drink and those who jut sink into things that they can never ever tell you how they were introduced to to those things.

well i have the greatest pleasure of meeting a group of people who no matter how down i am, I know they will lift my spirts so high that i would feel like im in heaven. well im procrastinating but still they drink but some how they think rationally or better when they are sloshed.

these people never run out of thing to do no matter where you place them, not mentioning the fact that they never grow up... the kind of people who run around the mall pushing each othe in trollies. now the dumb part of this is they made a movie calling it NO LIMITS COS WE DID IT.. a lot of their time and all the brain cells they had left were fried trying to find a name.

they think the word is a square and bill clinton is a priest,they console themselves by saying "LIFE IS LIKE AN INVISIBLE APPLE,ONCE YOU THINK YOU SEE IT OF FOUND IT IT ENDS"HA HA HA GUYS JOKES ON YOU.THE WORLD IS ROUND AND NO IT DOESNT SPIN. WELL SORRY I GOTTA GO BUT THIS WILL BE CONTINUED...

THE POETIC DREAMER

This is one of my works,as I have mentioned in my profile i am a poet. My works have improved but this is on of my first poems, titled THE POETIC DREAMER

Well here it goes:

POETIC DREAMER

The poetic dreamer
Is what I am?
My mind closes its eyes
To see the world in my mind
My world of poet dreamers
Walking with their heads in the clouds
Eyes wide open.
In this world your pain you cannot hide.
Walking side by side with fellow dreamers
I walk in my world.
The world of the poetic dreamer
Before I was dubbed the poetic dreamer
I was just a dreamer with normal dreams
I lived in a normal world, but I wasn’t normal
I am not a normal kid
I am a dreamer of note
I dream to escape from the pains of this world
I dream of my own world
A world where words, notions and genuine emotions are painted in the sky
Where genuine emotions and expressions are yours
I was always in a daze, and I still am
I always was and still am poetic
As a dreamer I write.
Transferring my emotions to paper
Poetic and a dreamer
It was my destiny to be the Poetic dreamer.
As a child of destiny
My destiny will be fulfilled.
I am proud to be dubbed the poetic dreamer.

BLAQUE

As I said its not good but its my thoughts on paper, well in your case on screen.

EVA FELT ...

Ever felt the need to talk,only to find there's no one to talk to?
you begin to wonder how long must you wait to find come one to talk to,
you stare at your fone hoping it rings.

Eva felt the need to be huged
not by anyone in particular,
just that need to be embraced by someone or something.

Eva felt the shivers of fear down your back
not knowing whats causing them.
you remember the movie you watched last night,
you hear the ghostly child like whispers in your ear.
But you are alone.

Eva wondered,
ever thought of what your words are doing to someone.
ever felt how the GEEK in your school feels every time you dish out unnessesary comments,
The comments which your MOTHER or FATHER dished out to you to lift their spirits.

Eva felt the pain
the pain of being the social ot cast
the pain of being the kone who is always dissed
the pain of crying yourself to sleep
well take time and reed this poem which I wrote after on of my friends tried to commit suicide.
All because she felt unwanted
all because she felt defieted
defieted by words that hit her from every direction
defieted by the stares she gets from the cool crew, all because she was DIFFERENT.
ALL HER PAIN IS WHAT LEAD TO HER SUICIDE

This peice is called SLIT MY WRISTS

SLIT MY WRISTS
Intro
Just as I try to get up
I trip and fall, deeper and deeper
My soul is drifting further and further away
My dreams have faded
Self-destruction is where I’m headed


I’m sitting here thinking, my heart is bleeding
My soul is sinking, my spirit’s screaming
I’m in the ninth grade, learning from the bad choices I’ve made
Hearing voices in my head as my dreams begin to fade
As an African beauty my life is a beast
Every night I cry wishing I could die

The life that I live isn’t worth living
The love that I give isn’t the love I receive
People won’t believe me, instead they deceive me
Being a social outcast how long is it going to last
I go to sleep wishing I don’t wake up, one day I’ll just take the risk just sit down and slit my wrist
In the end I’ll wind up dead.
My pain inside will lead to my suicide.

Lying here thinking (empty thoughts)
My soul is sinking (my heart is pounding)
My dreams were real (but not anymore)
People just amaze me (I think I’m going crazy)
Hanging with the wrong crowed (the pain inside I’ve tried to hide)
Trying to be cool, I end up being everybody’s fool
Always called the other chick (you wonder why I’m always sick)
All along I’ve lived in a dream, just woken up and realized it’s not what it seems
Everyday I think but my soul continues to sink


The life that I live isn’t worth living
The love that I give isn’t the love I receive
People won’t believe me, instead they deceive me
Being a social outcast how long is it going to last
I go to sleep wishing I don’t wake up, one day I’ll just take the risk just sit down and slit my wrist
In the end I’ll wind up dead.
My pain inside will lead to my suicide.

In my imagination I’m a part of a generation overworked by expectations
Hope you realize the pain inside my eyes (this I cannot hide)
Can’t take the pain (feels like I’m going insane)
Your words are as sharp as a needle, piercing my heart, injecting poison in my soul
Slowly dying, you can’t stop lying but because of you I can’t stop crying
What’s it worth, cant take the hurt of being everybody’s fool
Just because I want to be cool
My feelings stuck in a bottle, I thought I’d reached the bottom.
An emotional load very soon I’ll explode
The bottle will break no more pain my heart can take
The pain that I bottle inside is what will lead to my suicide

As I cry I wonder why I’d rather die, am I prepared to never see the sky?
My eyes covered by the dark grey mist, don’t think I can take the risk and slit my wrist.

My heart’s still bleeding
My soul’s still sinking
My spirit’s still screaming
Because of the pain I’ve stopped dreaming
These voices in my head saying I’m better off dead
As I think, cry and dream my soul sinks deeper and deeper
My heart pumps harder and harder causing it to bleeding heavier and heavier
My spirit screams louder and louder
It’s the pain inside that will lead to my suicide, too much pain I’ve had to hide
In the end I’ll wind up dead, the bottled pain inside is what lead to my suicide


BLAQUE

The rate of teen suicide has grown, rate of teens killing each others has escalated.
Now take the time to reflect on your life and ask if you EVA FELT...