Grade six poems lmfao

I)

i watch them all run around
like they have a purpose
a mission in life
something to live for
presoannly
i think theyre all stupid for thinking such things
thinking that after all their hardship
they will be rewarded
i used to think that way
used to think someone was looking out for me
taking my back
then i turned aroudn
i realized noone was there
no one was ever there
i was on my own
as usual
i watch the happy couples frolic around
hugging an kissing
as if evrything would be ok
but it wouldnt
half of them would break up within the year
a third would drift away an lose contact
a fourth would forget about each toher
perhaps
perhaps a fith would stay together forever
i dont like those odds

there was no way i could be rewarded
no way i would accept it
i would deny it an move on
like i always have
bottled up emotions
they arent as deliciouse as the sound
the need for violence
to break something
to feel the blood runing down my arm
is my nirvana
i want to see my blood course out of my body
my life force slipping away
to feel the pain no others have felt
is all i desire
if no one knows what ive gone through
if no one realizes what eats at my soul
if no one knew wha torture im enduring
my life would be fulfilled
i want to go on alone
i must train myself to let go of all i love
in this lesson is what i need
but i cant find the answer
i never could
it never came to me as it did to others
why is that?
is it a cruel joke?
evryone can be happy but me?
evryone can have a purposefull life but me?
evryone can find love and wealth an fame and fortune but me?
evryone can die an say now that was a life but me/
evryone can die happy but me?
evryone can have a sense of togetherness but me?
evryone can just sit by and let this all pass but me?

what is wrong with me?
im a dying of an internal disease
one that eats away at the soul
eats away until all that are left are the unhappy memories
theyre was a girl
she taught me how to be happy again
but i could never tell her how i felt
i still have the same feelings for her
but she wont get me
no one gets me
not even me

i look in the mirror an wonder
whos that looking at me
that kid with a smile on his face
a dream glimmering in his eyes
a dream that wouldnt die

my dream isnt dead
the only thing thats dead
is the one who dreamed it
the one who lives it is more real
more physical
feels pain
knows the risk of losing brothers, frineds ad family.
i dont want to leave all behind but feel i must 
except for that one girl
the one girl who showed me its ok to be upset
the one that told me that if ur upset let it out
the one that i would be there for
the one i would always be there for
the one where i will always be there for
i wont let her down
we will leave together
we will go together
we will die together


what if she dies?
how could i go on?
knowing the only one i can honestly say i loved
is dead
not coming back
forever alone once more

back into my pit of self-absordintion
back where i tried so hard to fight back 
the demons that will now consume my soul?
i know not now what i will do
i do not know what the fates have in store for me
all i know is
im ready

alas i told the "one" who showed me how to be happy
i showed her the poem
she dint understand
she dint see the pain behind my words
i now fear she is gone not the one i knew
the times have changed her an me
her for the better
her mind is now not subject to such dark illusions as min
but still.....
ill miss the times we comforted each other greatly
more than she will
by chance she will forget about me within the year
i dont like those odds
shes happy now i should be too
but something always has to drag my mood down
be it drugs, alcohol or whatever else
she seems untouchable

i now know what i did not
i am fragile
easy to brake
brittle
but still i get tossed around lik a play thing
perhaps i am
perhaps god has others like me under his gun
told to dance simply because he said so
so they comply
as have i
ive bent to fulfill his will
not my own
i seek acception for who i am
but cannopt find it
if i could choose
it would be to get the hell out of here
no matter the alternative
to leave behind my world
or perpetual darkess
seems like a bad idea
in the darkness i find comfort
i find emily
my kindred soul
parted from this world
we have not spoke
but when i see her
i understand
i understand why im here
why i live in fear of myself
why i live in fear of others
why i live in fear of death
why i live in fear

i see a red door an i want it painted black
black as my soul
black as the soul i used to have
the one that kept me from leuahgin at the unfortunate
no i dont care
other people misery is ammusing
as is mine to others
i take that in stride
but after
seeing what ive seen
feeling what ive felt
being who i am
i do not see my sadness as a handicap
more as a power
a hidden one
still hidden
rightfully unleashed or simply let out
but to what purpose
to remain empty
until i can once again let it out
after that accumulated time will i change?

im not ready
for what the fates have in store anymore
i fear my future
what will it hold
will she be there?
waiting for me?
telling me things are ok
things will always be ok
as long as she is around
will i be ok?
will i be there?
will i always be there?
will she always be there?

these answers
i dont want answered
not a single one
if someone told me
she would be there
id call them a liar
if someone told me
she wouldnt be there
id call them a liar
i might never find these things out
until they happen
but what then?
shes there?
shes not there?
what will i do on whatever path i follow?
will i find my others?
will i find another "one"
will she be there forever?
or will she leave?
will i leave her?
bring her down?
bring myself down further
into the pit again
for the demons to feast on me
not my soul
its already takin
but now my heart
do they tug on my heartstrings
like they were chords
bringing down more victims?
if so
bring them on
all of them
my heart is as empty as that glass
the glass that i used to pour myself some
some what?
will i finish that sentence?
admit i need a stiff drink time to time?
or if i did say that
would i be lying
i can no longer tell my facts and lies are
are..........disturbed
unorganized
all over the place

i listen to my music
my calming music
but is it truly calming?
with still these thoughts filtering in and out
in my heart out my mind
or the other way around?
which is wich any more?
i surly cannot tell
can you?
the end of this poems second part is near
but to what?
nothing that is

why cant i find peace?
i find fault with evrything
evrything i do
evrything anyone does
anything that happens at all
effects me
why is this so?
why am i writing?
letting this out?
i havent in the past
so why now?
did something in someone change me?
did I change me?
but when?
and how?
did i change after all?
i still repaet myself
over an over
it seems
the same message
lost in translation
i start it out
but its gets lost
so here it is


i dont know who i am
i used to be able to look on the brighter side
but now
i cannot
i do not know why
and might not ever know
never know any true joy
the joy of love
the joy of marriage
even the joy of raising children
all my dreams seem to be cut down
by one girl
who said shed come
but now
she is happy
who am i to take that away from her
somehting she must have worked hard for
buut what if she dint
what if it came naturally
did I bring her down
after all we havent talked in a while
an when we do
she seems happy
why cant i?
so i bring people down?
or do i bring myself down?
with my thoughts of pain and suffering

and here we go again
repetion
to try to
find myself?
but why!?
WHATS THE POINT!!!!
I'LL NEVER FIND MYSELF
ITS USELESS
ITS A FUTILE ATTEPMT TO REBUILD MYSELF
its useless........

thats it isnt it?
after all this the answer was as
simple as that?
then why did it take me so long to find it?
but whats usueless/
trying to make myself a better person?
trying to change?
being happy?
yes.....
its useless for me to be happy
whatever i do.....
somehting worse happens
i can be content but if
im evcer happy for too long
ill be depressed again
so what can i do?
let my life pass?
let it slip by me
right through my fingers?
out of my grasp
while i drown
in this cesspool
this cesspool of evil
evil known as justin
as i watch myself drown i realize
beuty is in the eye of the beholder
but happiness is in the mind
or is it?
if i think happy ill be happy?
hahaha
here i go again
so part three ends
with no part 4 on the way

II)

The smell of the rain
brings me back
to those memories we never had
of you and me
so alone but together
my arm around you
your arm around me
together we were free

i wake up from this dream
i wake from the constant thoughts of you
but i cant help
but feel this pain when i see you
your not mine never will be
your eyes are for another

i think of the things well never do
the things well never see
the things well never talk about...

i think of all the moments ill waste without you
all the moments i wont kiss you
all the moments i wont look into your eyes
and see you looking in mine

Better luck next time prince charming

Time ticks with no sign of slowing
And like the earth we have no plans on growing
Little by little we're erroding this place
Slowly we corrode in this place
This is my two weeks notice

I've handed in my resignation
you all know im giving up
I've spent enough time listening to pursuation.
I just cannot keep up
But it doesent matter does it?...


...i dont know where this poem is leading
it no longer feels like its about myself
it no longer IS about myself
who am i portraying?
this certainly isnt me right now...

...one week later and i read this
i know who im portraying
it's just me
a sad, bleak me
one who wishes he wasent sober.

Romantic Rights

We are told that practise makes perfect
How is it that we are supposed to interpret
That if at first we dont succeed
All we have to do is try, try again
Yet we still cant accomplish much of anything

Does this mean we should stop?
Try and get better at something else?
Something we dont want to do?
Something i dont want to follow through?

Shouldnt we do what we love?
Even when push comes to shove
But when all we love is then gone
What do we have left to carry on

Pick up the pace
yea im talking to you
Let's all dance to the beat of our shame
Till our shoes fill with blood
And all our hopes are just watching from the sidelines

I cant do it alone

Let me cure you of this foolish obsession with love
I'll show you what good times are all about
We'll drink 'till our thoughts slur
And fill our lungs with thick smoke.

We'll give a toast to the full moon
The one hiding behind the sheet of clouds
We'll shout out ballads of those we've lost
And praise the ones we are sure to forget.

We'll drink to the resignation of love
As we write about what we will miss above
She'll miss the deep blue of the skies
I'll miss that shimmer in her eyes.

We raise our glasses high
Sealing our fate
I gave her one last night she wont remember
She gave me a look that will haunt me forever.

Paper Planes

tonight was our night
everyones eyes were on us
and we shone so bright
like it was nobodies business

it was time for everyone to leave
we kept saying goodbye till it was just you and me
when the door closed we hit the bottle
moments later i hit the throttle

tonight was our night
nobody could stop us
the traffics lights shone o so bright
we ran reds like it was our business

two lans had turned to four
so we drank a little more
we realized that those were headlights
we prayed that we would be alright

the car spun and we didnt know why
we realized we just might die
you screamed, and i yelled
this uncertain fate that we both dwelled

the car then stopped
and i heard you cry
i heard our bones pop
we looked you and shy

we were headed for the infirmiry
i whispered 'Happy Anniversary

Back to Black

As soon as i arrived, i could sense something was out of place. i took off my jacket and put it on the pile, then i realized what was missing.

"Who stole the fucking lamp?" i yelled over the loud racket of the partyers. i knew having a house party would be a bad idea. the sketchy druggies got invited, and in my living room, they were smoking crack, sniffing coke and shooting the h train.

I'm so fucking sick of this bullshit. i thought to myself, as i walked up the stairs and into my parents bedroom. 

"Get the fuck out!" i yelled to the kids playing underneath the covers. they threw their clothes on and ran out of the room giggling. i opened my parents closet, moved osme things around and pulled out a shoebox. i lifted the lid of the box and revealed the silver gun inside, along with 3 clips. i took the gun out, loaded it, and turned the safety off. i kept the gun at my side as i walked out. i saw those two horny kids going at it again, and i raised the gun, and shot them each twice. screames rang out through the house as i walked down the stairs, firing on anyone i saw.

click click

the clip was empty, so i reloaded and shot at the kids scrambling through the door. they just kept dropping.

click click empty again

i loaded the last clip as i stepped outside and unleashed hell on the backs of my friends.

click click

"Why did you do it kid?" the officer asked me in the interogation room.

"They broke my fucking lamp!" i shouted back at him

Pulfers magic tollbooth

I)

lack America you make me sick.
obamas not god, hes just black and slick
listen to all this hate a spit.
get back grow up and learn to knit.

obamas not making things better.
hes just tightening the knot.
for now he seems real hot.
mr obama ima send you a letter.

mad jokes obama your the realdeal
youve turned america into a happymeal
all packaged and shiny, and full of function.
too bad bush stole the instructions.

obama for life is what we rep.
obama for life that dudes got pep.
obama for life, this is what you get,
with a nikka as yo president elect.

march on oh glorious leader.
your wife so tuff she act like nobody need her.
she look like no one to fuck with neither.

so go on do us a favor.
change this shit, america needs a new flavor.

and thats chocolate.

II) 

I do not Exist, you painfully insist

says the martyr to those he resist.
the man now falls from grace
and knows not this place
cant even recognize his race.
there is one thing that he knew
no matter what, he stands taller than you.

i wear my heart on my sleeve.
this color of blood few have achieved.
if you wanna spit next then proceed
but if not, then watch my word limit exceed.

I make girls wetter than the life aquatic.
my name is synonymous with erotic.
when i walk i shake them tectonics.
my eyes can short circuit dem electronics.

keep your bi-focals on this star.
im more than willing to go too far.
when i walk i leave char.
those who follow me follow the heat.
they all asking me if they can feat.
i repel em like im usin deet.

the country is my playground
not this nation but that dirty ground.
fuck with me you will not be found.
i got a river thattl drown.

SO dont fuck with these bois all up in it.
ill leave you behind i dont give a shit.

III)

My motives are radical
my actions impractical.
you keeping up is impossible.
my skills are undeniable
my face is recognizable
these rhymes are not handicap accessible.
you have to play with a full deck to sit at the table.
listen to my words, this aint no fable.
im like hercules i clean those stables.
im no amputee my balance is stable.
if you dont watch out ima rob yo cradle.
i clean house like my name is mabel.
without rhymezone dot come you wouldnt be able.
to play these leagues that we enable.
pick up the pace no one wants to shamble
along in a run for some serious real life gamble
taste my beaker, everyone gets a free sample.
follow her lead, she be a good example.
now ima roll out in my lambo

Oh God...

I must decline.

on how to define.

this frame of mind,

on how i am blind.

These actions i preform and condone.

Oh god i feel this in my bones.

I'll light the path that you have shown.

Your salvation is all that i have known.

I'm gonna ask for more of your help.

With this feeling i have felt.

I'll play the cards you have dealt,

and when this is over i will have knelt.

before your glory of giving me this will.

and giving me the items i need to become ill.

a hole in my soul they will soon fill.

i hear your commands and ill try to follow through

just tell me what you need me to do.

This feeling of God is now fleeting.

evil quickly comes and starts thieving

all those items that filled my void.

until my soul is freshly destroyed.

So i take one more tab to get you to come back

so show me the way back

you are my shepherd

i am in your flock

just tell me what you need me to do.

the hours i have left with you are too few.

Young Justin Moola Baby

Ima young justin millionaire, reppin this scene widout a care, compare my hair, your impaired, i got a flare, without a scare, im the head chair, so dont come near me, they dont hear me but they scare me, they dont know me, im so needy.
yeah
im one for the little guy
i save the small french fry
dont even try
to tell me you eat meat
thats a nasty feat
i eat tofu as my treat
i mosh so hard
they call me the local bard
there aint nowhere that im barred
i dont need a guard
i use my shard
to discard
and then bombard
and then regard
cuz i got some serious disregard

mothafuckin im scene

I wear tight pants
cuz they gave me an emo grant
i dont give implants
i only preform transplants.
im the master of all chants
you all follow this rhyme like ants.

when you think justin think
just think dont blink
dont wink
dont sync
dont sink
you might want to rethink
fuck what youve heard
this is what your hearing.
this is what there feeling.

My metaphors are weak
just like how your futures bleak
ive been reppin all week
and i aint gonna stop
cuz i aint speakin greek
notice my technique
its not all that unique
you can catch me in mozambique
my life's already peaked.

I heard gods voice once
when he spoke
he said to take another toke
but dont smoke
dont do coke
life aint a joke
he said to not provoke 
cuz if i did
he would evoke something good
and just as fast revoke
and if i did it again he would invoke
something worse
not a curse
something diverse
he mentioned reimburse

so i took that shit to heart
i played it smart
i wrote my art
i did my part
like a new start
but with that said apart
i did depart
from what he said
i didnt do coke i didnt smoke

i just took a different path
that lead to the same place
his words i did not embrace
this was just a disgrace
he lent me grace
and i threw it all out.
thats what this rhymes all about.
so i shout my doubt
and became devout.

Invisible

Invisible
Until you show up
I stop and think
Lost in your eyes
I make my escape
Into the night
Right on your trail
Your never alone
I see you
Out of breath
And tear streaked
Cursing my name
I slowly approach
I know your upset
You don’t know that im here
You don’t know im listening
You spill out your guts
You tell the heavens how you feel
You ask god why?
Why did he take me away from you?

Everything creates an equal, and opposinf reaction.

The rain fell onto the snowy road

She kept on racing along

Snow and water meld as she rode

Into a sheet of black ice

 

Her lack of winter tires

Her speedy sensation

To reach the one she desires

Send the car spinning out

 

The speeding, spinning, moving car

Approaches the next lane

And hits the father

On the way home to his wife

 

The two cars have now collide

Metal wrapped around metal

This would not be a free ride

It will cost them both their lives

 

Their sufferings not yet over

They fly to the guard rails

And sail over cliffs the size of Dover

And reach the ground in a great hurry

 

Their breathing has not yet stopped

They rest at the bottom battered and torn

In a scene that could have only been photo shopped

The cars have started to flame

 

They were trapped on the inside

And they screamed for an end

With the ghost standing beside

They stood and watched the two of them die

Happy birthday

today is going to be just like any other for you.

someone youll never know will just look right through

theyll never know that today you had something to do.

maybe you'll find something new.

or somebody you once knew.

but today your just one year closer to being cold and blue.

but this wish is much long overdue.

that no one loves you is ever so untrue.

to too many people you are their glue.

they hold on to you, when things get hard for them too.

one more than one occasion you can construe.

some meaning they once have lost, is making its second debut.

because those words that you choose to say, you may think its little, but the meaning grew.

into,

something so comprehensible, everyone knows that its true.

these words that gave everybody a clue,

into themselves and into you, an ideal to pursue.

conor oberst you are such a brilliant hue.

one to which all the crowds drew.

because you understood them, with the words you drew.

you opened the window and out the flew.

but there always those few.

who refuse to said adieu.

those people that care about who.

you are, and how you are making out, just knowing you im sure would renew.

their beliefs and their faith in others and themselves all on cue.

so happy birthday mr oberst. happy birthday to you

So come back, I am waiting

I undressed and jumped into the already stemaing shower. I felt the warm water rush over my body racing to find the quickest path off of me. While this happened, i lit my joint. I took a deep drag and let it fill my lungs with a bittersweet smoke. i held the smoke in as long as possible, getting every bit as high as i could. i kept my back to the shower head being carefull not to let my sweet escape go out. i took anohter very deep drag, but this time it was a bit much, i started to cough violently. As i coughed i accidentally dropped the joint, and it started to float down towards the drain. 

"Shit!" i yelled out as i turned around and bent over to pick it up before it was gone. I picked it up, and before i stood up, as i safety measure i put in the drain plug so if i dropped it again, it would only be wet, and not dissapear. I stood back up rather quickly, and i felt my head smash into the shower shelf. My shampoo, conditioner and a abr of soap went crashing to the ground. Itook a step back still clutching my aching head, when my foot stepped on the abr of soap, a second later, i went crashing down and the bar went flying forward. I fell awkwardly to the side and hit my head against the side of the tub, and then slid in.

i kept coming in and out of consiousness. everytime i noticed the water level was rising. then i noticed it was spilling into my mouth, but i couldnt seem to turn my head, let alone move. all too soon it had started to reach my nose. at this point i was screaming inside of my head. No one was home, so no one could come investigate the large crash's. i then took my last breath of air, before my nose let in the watery death. i was choking and sputtering, but to no avail, for every outward breath of air, i ineveitably had to take in a deep breath. i felt the water invading my lungs.

i was about to black out again, probably for the last time, but i noticed something. Some bright light, and then the sensation of someones hand on my face. the last thing i thoguht before i blacked out was "They better not blame this on the drugs."

I awoke on the floor of the bathroom, and as i awoke, i coughed out a good amount of water.  I tried moving my fingers a little, and when i found they responded i decided to get up ever so slowly, for every movement i made threatened to make my skull explode. i sat up against the wall thinking, remembering what had just happened. i then noticed the shower to be off, and i listened as the bathtub drained.

"what in the hell?" i whispered out loud.

i did the only thing that seemed rational.

i picked up the wet joint on the floor, plugged in my hairdryer and dried it out. as i sat there i lit it up. i remembered a white light, and a hand touching my face. I came to the only logicical conclusion underneath the circumstances. I had been saved by an angel.

After my joint was done, i got dressed and headed downstairs. since i was home alone, i had no one to tell this story too.  i went on my computer and logged onto MSN, after looking at my contacts, i decided if anyone would beleive me, it would be my girlfriend. i told her the story, and she immediatly asked me if i was high.

"Well yea i am, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well maybe you imgained the whole thing." she typed

"I imagined i was drowning?" i replied

"Well yu never know, you have a great imagination."

"Fine, ill prove it to you."

"How?"

"Im gonna get video proof."

"Please dont do anything dumb."

"No promises."

and i logged off.

I went upstairs to recreate my almost death. I turned on the shower as i rolled a joint and set up my video camera. i waited until it got nice and steamy until i jumped in. I smoked a good half of my joint before purposefully dropping it. i turned around slowly, and grabbed the joint, then stood up super quickly, and i felt the corner of the shelf dig into my head. i then took a very carefully planned step backwards onto the bar of soap. instead of falling to the side again, i scrambled backwards, and hit my head on the wall, directly where the shelf had punctured my head. i slid down into the bathtub, slowly, but soon i was on my back. i couldnt move yet again, but i felt my head throbing, i wouldnt doubt if it was bleeding pretty badly. i lay there as the water slowly filled the bathtub. it finally reached me mouth, and i thought to myself, wow, this is gonna be the best thing ive ever caught on tape. but as my mouth was submerged, i wasent getting any celestial help. then the water was creeping into my nose, trickled of water started to enter my lungs, then streams started to flow in. i lay there wondering when my help would come. when my nose was submerged, i started to realize. i had been givn my second chance, no one was gonna help me now.

the last thing i thought before i died was

"They better not fucking blame this on the drugs."