Poetry

  • We are currently upgrading MFK. thanks! -neo



Here are a few of what ive done when i was 20 and under.

Dear Lord
Chantel Poulin

I'm not good enough for you or me.
Why did it just take so long for me to see?
Here i'am thinking that all i've been doing is trying;
But now i relize my heart and mind has been dying.
I need help, I need guidence;
But all i'm recieving is silence.
Lord i need you now, I need you most;
Without you, all i'am is a ghost.
What path am i suppose to take?
I'm just so tired of being fake.
I need and want to know who i am,
I know now it's time to make my plan.
I want to feel alive,
I need to feel whole,
I have to complete this before it's my time
and your angels come for my soul.



FLYING
Chantel Poulin
He squeezes her hand tighter and tries not to look down
It seems like million miles between them and the ground
A space that keeps on filling with things that go unsaid
They’ve grown so far away from the lives that they once led

He says weren’t we once flying or were we just getting high
Off of all the things that we said we’d never let die
Now there’s nowhere to go and nothing left to say
I can’t see tomorrow through the pain of yesterday

We’re here on this mountain and there’s no going back
No way to get down now that we’ve gotten off track
This cliff that we’re standing on is crumbling like my dreams
Into the abyss where all that escapes are echoes of screams

Perhaps as an act of defiance or just one where hope is bereft
They jump off the edge, trusting in faith with all they’ve got left
Suddenly they realize for once in their life they’re finally free
All it took was taking a chance and now it’s all too clear to see

You can’t focus on tomorrow or you’ll miss whats happening today
And that taking a chance is better than letting one just slip away
Because even though you cant get hurt if you never try,
If you never love and you never jump then you’ll never fly





Sorry, I'm Not You
Chantel Poulin I'm sorry I' m not like you.
But trying to survive is a hard thing to do.
It would be easier with out all the preasure from peers
the kind that used to send me to bed with tears.

I'm sorry that I realived what I could become.
I don't care much about my image, well a little but, only some.
I'm not like you, I don't follow the "in" crowd.
I am me, I am different and I am proud.

If something bugs me, I'll speak my mind.
In my world, a break is a hard thing to find.
But I pull through some way or another.
So what if when I speak I start to stutter?

I'm not that skinny and I don't care.
If you don't like it, don't stop and stare.
I know I'm not that pretty but what can I do?
You just have to deal with whats been givin to you.

So just shut the **** up, it's my turn to talk.
Sit down, I'm not going to let you walk.
Your prescious fashion trends are going to fade.
The cool new things have probly already been made.

Am I just a dress up doll?
to know what not to buy when you go to the mall...
I don't fit in and I Don't care.
Mock me to my face, go on take a dare.

But you can't do it with out your groupy friends
you know, the ones that got you hooked on trends.
But do you remember back when you were getting laid?
When I was the only friend you had ever made?

But I'm sorry, I'm not you.
I'm happy and I know what I want to do.
I'm going to stay the same.
Someone will love me the way I am and with that I have no pain.





unexplainable feelings
Chantel Poulin​

Why am i scared?
It doesn't make sense.
Why do i worry?
It only makes me tense.
Im scared to speak.
I only hurt the ones i care about.
I worry im not good enough,
I always regret, and live in doubt.

Why am i nervous?
It doesn't get me no where.
Why do i anticipate?
It only makes me more aware.

Im to nervous to move.
I always go the wrong way.
My anticipation leads me no where
I just want to be normal for a day.

Why do i care?
It only makes me hurt more inside.
Why do i love?
It only makes me want to confide.

I care for many reasons.
I want other people to care to.
My love i cant describe.
It leaves me confused and not knowing what to do.




more unexplainable feelings
Chantel Poulin​

Close your eyes, yes close your eyes
Stand in time, embrace your
surroundings
Take a look around inside yourself
Set your mind free to explore your inner
self
Take your time to feel your way around
Travel paths that aren't well travelled
look for what is missing

Let loose all your desires
let nothing get in your way
there are not limits
Only yourself can stop you
Go as far as you want
you are incontrol
your own destiny is in the palms of your hands
Dreams come true, if you let them
Time is ticking away, against you
There is an end at some point

Open your eyes
You know what you must do
look ahead, let your heart point you in the right
direction
Not others around you
People do get hurt
But they will move on
And shall you
Don't get caught up on the past
Live in the moment
As i'm about to emerge into your life




 
freshwaterfishing;2297000; said:
Anyone else have some?
Those are beautiful... did you write them yourself..so much meaning..
 
freshwaterfishing;2297709; said:
yes i did, there all mine. I use to write alot but then slowed down around 21
I miss those days when it used to just flow...now i would be so distracted.. you write very very nice... save them for your daughter to read someday..
 
davo;2296921; said:
Attack

At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top,
While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!

Siegfried Sassoon

Suicide in the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again...
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.


      • Siegfried Sassoon

too late, already posted it :p

still, it's a great one. love yours too miguel
 
They say i'm a manic depressant...... AGGRESSIVE the frequent and irrelevent QUESTIONS???
Loss of affection...... injesting cigarettes as if it was medicine........
EVERYTHING!!! EVERYTHING!!! gets less n less impressive.......
Got me stressin... n guessin.... knowing im must burn before learning any Lessons......
Regretless... relentless... even when i wrestled with the demons of dependence....
I fed them... nelect them.... yet they still beckon for my undivided Attention.....
Regretless... relentless... you wont ever catch me collapsed in confessions....
Yet i keep steppin... progressin... i see the future in my present intentions.....
On a quest for PERFECTION...... lost my marbles but found the meaning of ACCEPTANCE.........!!!!
 
I met this guy on MFK
He is going to be a doctor someday..
He has talent... every language he can read.
He learned to translate with accurate speed..

He is so full of himself when he posts
And funny and fast ..i give him a toast
He teases and pokes fun... and he is a hoot
David Onion Number One...

Hardly a day goes by ..that i don't read his lines..
So i hope he continues for a long long time..
Now be good David or i will change my poam...
And take you off this golden throne.. haha..:D





 
Red Devil;2297875; said:
I met this guy on MFK
He is going to be a doctor someday..
He has talent... every language he can read.
He learned to translate with accurate speed..

He is so full of himself when he posts
And funny and fast ..i give him a toast
He teases and pokes fun... and he is a hoot
David Onion Number One...

Hardly a day goes by ..that i don't read his lines..
So i hope he continues for a long long time..
Now be good David or i will change my poem...
And take you off this golden throne.. haha..:D

Golden! I love it! :headbang2
Except that you mispelled poem ;)

am i really full of myself :confused:
 
Onion01;2297881; said:
Golden! I love it! :headbang2
Except that you mispelled poem ;)

am i really full of myself :confused: thats what makes you you...!!I will have to fix the spelling... i rushed...
 
MonsterFishKeepers.com