So I resently got into writing poetry. I really only do it for me and only one of my friends is privileged enough to read it and even then they've only read one. But since this is the internet and Ill probably never meet you. And also you guys are less likely to criticize my depressing, emotional (in my opinion, bad) poetry filled with self hate and my helpless romantic side.

I need at least one "yes, please do" before I post any.

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Ten thousand times I will scream
Over and over until you notice me
Until my voice breaks
And all this heartache
Gently fades away..

I'd like to read some.

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Alright. Well Im gonna go ahead and embarrass myself now. Should be fun. I gotta go get it outta my locker. I'll put it up soon.

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Ten thousand times I will scream
Over and over until you notice me
Until my voice breaks
And all this heartache
Gently fades away..

Keep in mind I write these strictly for me. To make myself feel better and get whats inside out. Ok? Ok. Feel free to laugh, if they make me feel good then why not give you guys a chuckle.

Here's a few:

Endless Hate
I'm still awake
The clock ticks on
Music playing
I think of her
I hate myself
I try to write
My tears break through
They always do
She's so pretty
Why cant we be
I deserve love
What Have I done
Who'm I kidding
I've done nothing
Thats my problem
I do nothing
I'm a coward
I hate myself
Music playing
The clock ticks on
I'm still awake

I'm So Tired
I should go to sleep
But as I count sheep
My thoughs tend to leap
Around, heap to heap
Into piles, I sweep
They are hard to keep
They call me a creep
'Cause my thoughts run deep
To my soul they seep
I cant help but weep
I beg for the beep

I Am A Lie
When I am not to shy
And I look to the sky
Sitting up there so high
I tend to wonder why
The world makes me try
All I am is a lie
Except for when I cry
Then I just want to die
But I cant say goodbye

My Puppet
I am a puppet yet I pull the strings
I am but the letters that make my name
Those thirteen letters can make many things
But in my name they spell out only shame

Yet We Are Not
When she smiles,
I wonder why,
she talks to me.

But then she looks,
into my eyes,
and I see why.

She sees the man,
hiding beneath,
this weak disguise.

I cant express,
how she makes,
me feel inside.

She is beyond,
the words I write,
she is beauty.

She is for me,
I am for her,
yet we are not.

She is my want,
she is my need,
life is so cruel.

It makes me cry,
but then I stop,
when she smiles.

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I lay alone in my bed
Thoughts swirl 'round my dizzy head
I ponder life without my eyes
But I still hear your selfish lies

My smile is real when your around
But still I cry without a sound
Your heart I shyly try to melt
But still my love goes unfelt

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Curled up in the silent dark
I dream of the perfect day
When I'll proudly leave my mark
And follow love all the way

But I just cry all night long
Knowing I am to afraid
To sing even just one song
And swim instead of just wade

The deep end cant be that bad
The first night I cried away
Was the worst night I've ever had
I could still smile the next day

So why cant I just dive in
The judged feel judged forever
Like being loved is a sin
Loves a mountain I cant climb

Nice Guys Finish Last
(I'll type this one up tomorrow. This was the very very first poem I ever wrote.)

More to come. Sorry to be so sappy. Thanks for reading.

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Ten thousand times I will scream
Over and over until you notice me
Until my voice breaks
And all this heartache
Gently fades away..

Not badddd. :]
I'm a hopeless romantic too, so I get it!

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P.S. I love you.

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Ten thousand times I will scream
Over and over until you notice me
Until my voice breaks
And all this heartache
Gently fades away..

im a hopeless romantic too - ehm, try writing less literal - use metaphors and such, makes for less obvious reading. the rest will come with tiem. thought i might share some of my own (hope i dont steal the thread), btw this one is about 8 months old:

the summer dies and so do i
i take a risk, the swallow cries

and ill stop right here in mid path
and bow down below its wrath
of cold dead whips and broken hearts
of failed hopes and miserable starts

to continue on another day
or to lay alone as death and decay
to not care again for myself or others
to not hug, kiss or smother

ill wake up in this place called home
supposedly meant to give us hope
but my morales can't be recovered
so is there something else to discover

i dont know how much more i can take
after the 14th time i've had to partake
my head is low and my hopes even lower
my pace is slow and my thoughts slower

my heart does not pump with every breath i take
and with every breath my lungs, they ache
love begins with the beat of a heart
but love cannot end, if it has yet to start

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its all good. i like yors. but yeah i see what you mean but like i said, i write it for me to write not to be read.

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Ten thousand times I will scream
Over and over until you notice me
Until my voice breaks
And all this heartache
Gently fades away..