Post by Squirrelpaw on Feb 18, 2008 21:25:12 GMT -5
Ok this is sort of art. Not graphics but still. Will you guys please please rate my poetry?
Waiting, Watching, Dreaming
I am waiting.
As solemn and soulless as a statue.
Waiting for the one to penetrate my walls and unlock my heart
I stand here in the rain until that day comes.
I am watching.
Lonely as a scout.
Observing and hiding deep in the forest of my soul.
No one can catch me, I flee from change.
I am dreaming.
Of finding the one and opening my heart.
Losing my fear and being who I am inside.
Letting my spirit roam free.
I am waiting, watching, dreaming.
But not living.
I pray for the day I will shine.
Until then I stand at my post in the rain frozen, a statue.
Waiting, Watching, and Dreaming
Searching
I am a slave to my dreams.
An endless sea of sorrow filled with fish of despair.
My endless nightmare haunts me.
My consciousness is slipping.
I have to hold on!
Searching my soul for a trace of love.
Four letters that are so elusive.
I want to be loved.
But no one has the ability.
I'm left behind forever and for always.
Maybe I can't be loved.
I wasn't meant to be.
Maybe I should just let go.
And fall into a deep slumber.
My wings have been clipped...
now to lock up my heart.
Who Am I?
Who are you to judge people like a book?
Who am I in this world?
Am I gothic, just trying to get by?
Am I religious, trusting god with every step?
Am I brainy, hitting the books on Friday night?
Who am I?
Why will I go to the ends of the earth to be accepted?
Why do I work so hard to please others?
Who am I?
Am I a popular, who rules the school?
Am I prep, gleeful and optimistic?
Am I an outcast, not knowing who to trust?
This question haunts my every thought
Who am I?
Who do I want to be?
Smart?
Sporty?
Successful?
Popular?
I know but one LOVED
Will my life fall into place?
When can I be carefree?
When will my fairy-tale begin?
Who am I?
Waiting, Watching, Dreaming
I am waiting.
As solemn and soulless as a statue.
Waiting for the one to penetrate my walls and unlock my heart
I stand here in the rain until that day comes.
I am watching.
Lonely as a scout.
Observing and hiding deep in the forest of my soul.
No one can catch me, I flee from change.
I am dreaming.
Of finding the one and opening my heart.
Losing my fear and being who I am inside.
Letting my spirit roam free.
I am waiting, watching, dreaming.
But not living.
I pray for the day I will shine.
Until then I stand at my post in the rain frozen, a statue.
Waiting, Watching, and Dreaming
Searching
I am a slave to my dreams.
An endless sea of sorrow filled with fish of despair.
My endless nightmare haunts me.
My consciousness is slipping.
I have to hold on!
Searching my soul for a trace of love.
Four letters that are so elusive.
I want to be loved.
But no one has the ability.
I'm left behind forever and for always.
Maybe I can't be loved.
I wasn't meant to be.
Maybe I should just let go.
And fall into a deep slumber.
My wings have been clipped...
now to lock up my heart.
Who Am I?
Who are you to judge people like a book?
Who am I in this world?
Am I gothic, just trying to get by?
Am I religious, trusting god with every step?
Am I brainy, hitting the books on Friday night?
Who am I?
Why will I go to the ends of the earth to be accepted?
Why do I work so hard to please others?
Who am I?
Am I a popular, who rules the school?
Am I prep, gleeful and optimistic?
Am I an outcast, not knowing who to trust?
This question haunts my every thought
Who am I?
Who do I want to be?
Smart?
Sporty?
Successful?
Popular?
I know but one LOVED
Will my life fall into place?
When can I be carefree?
When will my fairy-tale begin?
Who am I?