Poems of Love
My name is John Doe. I have decided to start a journal of poems as an outlet for all my feelings that I have experienced. I know that they are probably not the best that have ever been written but they are a way to let the emotions out. I can not keep so many things bottled up inside me. I suffer from depression. I can be the happiest guy alive for months at a time but once a depression is triggered I feel like life has ended. It is hard for me to even do the little things in life. I have no way to control these emotions. So I thought I would try writing it all down. The little things in life can bring such joy to me. Just now a young lady came and said Hi to me. I did not remember her but she was a girl that I had in class. She remembers me singing the theme song to Bill Nye the Science Guy. And even now in the depths of depression I had to smile. So life does go on. My first poem that I want to write is called "I love you." As dark dying grass is mere grass. These words can be used so freely but what is it they mean?Not a damn thing, Not a god damn thing.
No one knows the tormentNo one knows the painWhy then say mean thingsI am who I amNo more, no less. It may appear that I am crazy to someone who doesn't know me, but I'm not. Bam!What triggered this?Where the hell am I going. Oh I fell in love with this girlI fell deeper in love then I had ever know beforeDepths of my heart never before touchedWhy then did she become just a girlfriend?Why did I treat her as a friend?She was as perfect as a beautiful oak tree lit only by the departing sunWhat the hell?What the hell is your problem?Can you not see the beauty of this girl?A girl like this can only be a gift from heaven. "You damn idiotYou are not perfectYou are not even that goodYou suckYou blowYou will never again have anotherYou stupid idiotNow what?You don't deserve anything but painYou need not know the truth hidden within And now?You are in a world of pain, Your princess gone, Your life in the hands of the darkness I am not sure if this writing is helping me or hurting me. The walls are made of concrete, a black concrete like no other. Do you want out? I want to write about a girl now. My arm? But I can not fly without an arm.
Common topics in this essay:
Inside Children,
Science Guy,
Damn Idiot,
Write Don't,
HELL DEAL,
John Doe,
Day Night,
don't care,
love love,
mean don't,
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people mean don't,
people mean,
stop writing,
don't don't,
girl girl,
damn idiot,
locked inside,
world pain,
words uttered tornado,
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