shadows in the night
every one keeps telling me i'll be alright
I tell myself i'll never be the same
as long as i know his name
he made me fall in Amore
we never have to fight
he makes me fell alright
he is a colomba the sign of Amore
to feel the Amore
it fits like a guanto
Amore send from above
shadows in the night
we never fight
people tell me i'll be alright
i no i won't untell he comes back to me
that will set me free
we can be
the showdows in the night
he came back to me

The darkness in my eyes
fill with tears as children cry
the sound of thunder
rings in my ears
leaving while my earth starts to flood
soaking wet and crying never seems to bother me
flying into darkness as mother yells in her sleep
blood on the white letto sheets on the curtains
never feel complete with sorrow and despair
to the graveyard i run and visit my father
where sunlight never hits
breath in smoke of sisters ciggeret
ashes fall to the floor
as i fall also never open my eyes
never breath again
my hollow soul finds its way nor to heaven o hell
its Lost for ever and ever
haunting earth brings me the most joy i ever had
dead nor alive i breath in darkness
but never forget me living souls
for i may have left the physical world
i have not yet left the mental world of memory
i never yet again feel the beating cuore of living
i live like no other
breath like no other
Amore like no other
but yet i burrow into the light of the world again

do te truely know who i am
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen da my personality o da my body

the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job

i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more

do te really think i eat o sleep
do te think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a mese the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave

i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me o kick me
do te really think im happy?

the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood da her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me

so successivo time te see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?

Stopping da Woods on a Snowy Evening
da ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his imbracatura bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

My soul is fild with sadness.
My dad is dead.
My mom is in prison.
and me,siting alone
in the darkness.
so don't even bother with me.
I cry in the dark da my brother.
He says will mom ever come back.
i detto no she'll never forgive us.
my brother's eyes fill with tears
my life is now useless for all i know
i sit there sighing and breathing heavily
as the smoke of the city streets fills my lungs
i soon become weak
i lay on the stine cold gravel
some say im dying
and others say i was supposed to die

where does the life start
and the hoplesness end?
where do the fun times
dissapear to?
why can't i look into your eyes
and see your happiness?
why do te have to steal mine?
the answer to these domande are simple
te have no Amore for me
yet te lead me on,
pretend te do
te want me i know,
but for what?
the happiness
i can not see in your eyes
is not because its not there
but because te suck mine away.
te leave my eyes dull and empty
shadows of what i once was
the person i long to be now
one of the loved
-Megan

I hope te like this. ^-^
It came to me one night when I could not fall asleep.


Fairy Tale Love.
By: Whitney Forsberg.


In a fairy tale
I'm the one
Who will do
Anything for my love.
Behind the magical
Volts of electricity
Our fingers intertwine,
And our lips touch.
There's a whisper
In my ear,
"I will forever
and always Amore you."
Because in a fairy tale,
He's the one
Who will do
Anything for the
One he loves.


Yupp thats it, rate and commento what te think of it, please.

Hey, this is the first post and this poem really means a lot for me!

Please comment! Criticism is the best way to correct! like it o not please tell!

[b]Café negozio was full of people;
Being messed up with them;
I met te with a spilt coffee on my shirt;
te began with handkerchief to clear the dirt;
I looked upon with eyes of perplex shine;
I thought it was an illusion;
With that concern on your face;
I don’t know well;
My cuore began to dwell;
With that presence of yours;
I felt that I have a hopeful ray;
Because today was
My lucky day.    

1. One normal sunny day
Two terriost went to play
Climbing aboard two planes
They pretend to play
One brought out a gun
Not wanting to be out done
The secondo one pulled out a blade

2. With no shame
They stated their claim
To the twin towers
To take an iron shower

3. As the towers were struck
Others became stuck
Pleading for their rescue
They fell to their refuge

4. Down came the towers
As we watched for hours
Praying for mercy
We fell to our knees
We call 9/11
A giorno we remember

this is a poem written to my best friend who is about to sposta away.... dont be to much of a critic please... i just had to say this... thank you...

We have,
shared,
smiled,
and cried together.
te have held my hand when i was scared,
and te tell me every thing will be ok.
i know that we have,
trust,
love,
and happiness to lean on.
te have showed me,
light,
honesty,
and how to accept my self.
i am always here for you,
never forget the times we shared,
and always remember i will be there.

The trees always seemed to shake.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a farfalla perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The erba is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a orso behind a albero scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(