distant eyes

distant eyes
stare back at you
they are blank
ones that can not be read
you look at it
trying to figure it out
but its no use
youd better not even try
the face looking back is to far gone
too forgotten
it stares, non-stop
what do you think?
your looking back at your self
but do you even reconise your own reflection?
do you rember who you are?
or are you to far forgotten?
to long gone
do you reconise the face staring back?
or do you need a second glance?
youve let you self be forgoten
how can that be?
can it be fixed?
only time will tell
but only if you let it


im not sure if the title fits or not, let me know. and if you think of a better title tell me. and like always let me know what you think

yet again, i have a poem

ok i have 2 versions of basically the same poem, the only difference is that one has more to it, abd because of the more it changes the poems meaning.
tell me which one you like better
oh yea and like usall a name you think would work.
1)
she blinks
once, twice, three times
her checks get red
her heart speeds up
her palms start to sweat
it gets harder for her to breath
she blinks back tears
she wants to run
get away from it all
but how can she?
her knees buckle in
she's about to faint
it starts to get darker
she needs to run
she wants to get away
she knows she has to
but can she?
she starts to scream
it gets stuck in her throat
her life is about to be gone
a hand grabs her from behind
it closes around her throat
she screams



2)
she blinks
once, twice, three times
her checks get red
her heart speeds up
her palms start to sweat
it gets harder for her to breath
she blinks back tears
she wants to run
get away from it all
but how can she?
her knees buckle in
she's about to faint
it starts to get darker
she needs to run
she wants to get away
she knows she has to
but can she?
she starts to scream
it gets stuck in her throat
her life is about to be gone
a hand grabs her from behind
it closes around her throat
she screams
ahe bolts awake
sits up in bed
telling her self it was only a dream....
a nightmare
still, she looks everwhere
execpting to see him
seeing nothing
she lays back down
starting to drift off
hes back
watching her
he wants her......badly
and then it happens
she is back in her room
safe, but lost in a confused daze

a poem by alexa

when i see you i smile knowing that you are mine.
When i think about you i see us together forever.
When i talk about you i cant find words to say how in love i am with you.
When i hear ur voice it makes my heart stop.
when im with you i feel like we are the only two in the world
when you tell me you love me i need to stop my self and tell my self ur 4 real.
i am the luckiest girl in the world cus i have you


ok, not my tipical work, its not even mine. it was written by my best friend Alexa. she can not figure out a name so can you guys think of anything???
tell me what you guys think?
and yes she does have a boyfriend........who should have read this and liked it, atleast he would if he knows whats good for him.

hmmmm what do i call this

well hears another one, hope you liked it

she smiles bright
she smiles wide
her whole world is comming down
she feels like she might drown
she hides her sadness
her mind is running in madness
everyone is blind
to her hidden mind
how long will this last
how can she forget the past?
hher world is crashing in around her
shes loosiing her grip
shes going to slip

what your about to read is not a suicide poem. its about a girl who is truly sad.


the tears decend down her face
like there in a race
the tears stream down
shes about to drown
her sadness is a waste
crying for an already lost cause
to tired to care
she begins ot stare
as the tears get harder
her sadness gets stronger
can she hold on any longer?
her lonliness get bigger
sadness is the trigger
her grip is slipping
her eyes are stinging
will this be the end?

whatch ya think?

the childs song

whispering children
sing there song
will you sing along?
the song starts to die
the whisper gets softer
only you can safe it,
but how?
try as you might
softer it still gets
you must whisper the song
you must sing along
help it sing along
the whispering children start to sing
the song gets bigger and better; sweeter and louder
the children are singing
do you know that song?
willyou sing anlong?


that poem waas called the childs song
what do you guys think?
comment back

the childhood

the childhood memories
there calling to you
wanting to take you back
wanting you to rember
but the past is to far forgotten

meant to stay that way
but can they forever?
the past should be forgotten
but it will still call

your childhood is calling,
will you answer?
or ignore the call?
all it wants is a moment of your time.
but will that hurt the presant?



this poem isnt done yet, this is the 1st copy and im going to redo it later

tell me what yoiu think so far