Thread: Poetry by angeliquefyreheart

I've Woken Up Dreaming...I see...you standing in front of me. Seeming...to be...careless and free. I call out to you, but you don't reply. Why? I know not. Can't you tell I'm hurting? Do you even care anymore? Patience...has fled...I'm tossing and turning in bed. Understanding...is read...in your very stare. Now you know why I'm here. I need you. I love you. I can't let go. But I must. Choices...were made. Voices...have stayed...within my memory. Gracefully, I concede...this battle is over. I'm barely gripping that thing they call sanity. Can I tell you one last time, how much I wish you were here? I doubt it would matter. That is my greatest fear. You have left for good. So should I. I wake up, feeling lost and alone. Seeking Wisdom I've got these dreams, down deep inside. If only I could let go of all my selfish pride. Why, oh, why? My heart is vigilant, remaining aware. I keep those I hate distant, while holding true to the ones who care. This I choose to share. My body is determined, to keep me alive. I'm on board with that, wanting my mind to also thrive. So why do I deprive...myself? My words convey a message, known only to the author. Why can't I reveal the truth? Why take this torment further? Passionate decree...I can't admit. Hurting only me, by my omission. I should just quit. Can I burden the truth with a lie? I doubt it. I've always been too shy. So I'll remain aloof and unsure. My wisdom is inside, as I always reach for just a little more. Waterfall As the water cascades down, and falls to the river below, it can be silent, then stop, or it can be loud and echo. The water droplets from above, reflect the sunlight, as gentle as the flapping wings of a dove, in it's first ever flight. The water starts from the top, it goes on in ever rushing blades of ice, it will never stop, but what is this beauty's price? It costs not a dime, it's simply just and free, unaware of how else to pass the time, it streams down mercilessly. A neverending path preordained, to rush there evermore, and when one night it constantly rained, trying to make the waterfall cease to flow, the rain is in vain to stop it's roar. Don't Give Up-A Poem Dreamweaver, calling out to a heart. Some images you sew-in doth tear this soul apart. The things she sees upset her, and worry her to no end. Please weave something peaceful on this eve...for a humble request from a friend. Don't let this be the end. His heart has been shattered in two. By the girl he loved once, but tragedy would make it so she never knew. What took her from her this Earth? It was her body that was lost to the wind-wrought surf. He hates living without her it's been two years since he grinned. Quick, before he picks up a knife, God, please send him a friend. Don't let this be the end. Her eyes see the worst in herself, because of the mean words that they say. Why do some people spew nothing but hate? She sees the celebrities with the game and wealth, thinking that's what she wants...but at the end of the day, she's still friendless, and as lonely as one can be. One after another hateful message do they send...they know not, nor do they care, that they've crushed her hope. She thinks there's no way to cope...only one way out. Before she jumps from that ten-story building, dear God, please send her a friend. Hearts are broken daily, but Jesus can mend. If you seek Him, He will be your friend. Let Him in...and all those tears you've cried, won't be in vain. With Him, you'll be whole. He can repair, what they've destroyed. No matter what strife...you've gone through, nothing is worth ending...and taking your life. So before you cut, jump, or give up living, stop, think, seek out God, and with Jesus in your heart, look forward to the tomorrows that will continue to come into being. -If you see bullying, tell an adult. Don't let another teen be a statistic of suicide because of it. NoMoreBullying