angelgrl
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2002 5 January :: 12.00am
This Ring
A ring is a symbol of commitment
A symbol of trust and of love
Often times ment in the case of marriage
For now, love known only to best friends.
Best friends forever as a matter of fact
Although some may doubt, I know it’s true
God told me, he tells me what to do,
So I obey him and tell you what is true
You are my best friend, and with this ring for proof
I promise you this, a promise I can keep,
That no matter what happens, I will be yours and you will me mine
Best friends forever, till the day we die.
This promise we will keep
And if you ever doubt,
Just look inside and you will find,
The promise that we keep
BFF-Best Friends Forever
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angelgrl
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2003 31 March :: 12.00am
:: Mood: drained/stressed/worried
Endless Circle
You don’t understand
You never will.
I can’t take it anymore.
We’re running around in an endless circle
I try running and running, looking for and end,
A solution, a way to stop the running around.
But I’m only getting tired more and more each day.
It hurts deep inside, more and more with each step I take.
My body twisted, muscles pulled, my heart wrenched, my emotions tangled
Running in the endless circle…
Until I stop.
I’ve reached my limit, I’ve gone all I can go.
I’ve tried chasing after you.
I’m done now.
The pain must stop.
I can’t withstand it anymore, as much as I wish I could.
I have stopped, but you keep going,
Farther and farther away, around and around still looking for an end which is never to be found.
Now it hurts more, to reach out towards you and have you so far away.
You need to stop running, you have to stop running….
It’s the only way to save me….
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angelgrl
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2003 17 March :: 12.00am
:: Mood: disappointed
Self-contradicting Friends
Why do I bother?
What’s the use in trying?
You’re just going to lie again.
You say one thing
And act another.
At times I want to believe you,
And I think I almost do,
Then I turn around and, BAM!
Doubt floods my head again…
The darkness rushes in.
“Why do you do this to me?”
I scream inside my head.
Friends are supposed to be loving and kind,
Not hypocritical and self-contradicting.
You can’t see how this tears at my heart
My mind leads me towards what I should do….
but my heart tells me to hold on.
So why do I bother?
What do I get out of all this?
My emotions twisted?
My heart wrenched and torn to pieces?
I thought I knew you….
I guess I was wrong.
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skaterchickgl
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2003 3 March :: 2.32am
:: Mood: itchy
i swear the itch is not stopping and i think i am going to die.my heaenly loving feel good drugs have worn off, whatever will i do if i am not high?i just watched wedding singer again that really is a cool movie.i get to go to the beach on friday so i am happy.i have some homework to do now so i better be going.
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skaterchickgl
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2003 2 March :: 1.54am
:: Mood: aggravated
i got new steriods which is a like a cream that goes on my booboos.i hope it is feel good too.anyway to my other problem.my dad says i am over weight and fat and my mom says i am anarexsic.so my dad says i am ugly cause i am fat and my mom says i am ugly cause i am too skinny.what the heck why can't i just be ok.i am fine i am a normal weight.i am where i am supposed to be.how come nothing is ever good enough for them?i am telling you they make me so mad.
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angelgrl
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2002 0 November :: 12.00am
after writing "A Cry for the Lost" I felt that "The Lost" needed defining, so I wrote this...
The Lost
Those who turn from you
Those who don't believe in you
Those who never heard of you
Those who do not care for you
Those who are confused for you
Those who have rejected you
Those who have defied you
Those who will never get the chance to know you
Those who will get the chance and not take it.
Those who know of you, but do not take the time
Those who think they know you, and place you in a box.
Those who keep you at a distance
Those who miss the point completely
They are the lost.
Are you among them?
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angelgrl
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2002 0 November :: 12.00am
A cry for The Lost
My heart cries for the lost.
No words can express
How much I long for them to see.
There's so much they don't know.
They only think they do.
My heart cries out to them,
For they are the lost.
They're not sure which way to go,
Or just quite what to do.
They think they have it all together,
They think that they're so smart.
And yet, they've missed the most important thing,
To love and to be loved in return,
By God.
My hear cries aloud;
"Oh, God, why can't they see?
Oh, God please help them.
God open their eyes,
Open their eyes so they can see...
See that they are lost and need to be found...
Found by you."
My heart cries out to them
We must pray for them, but that wont be enough
We must talk with them and walk with them
Teach them to abide in Him.
For then, and only then, will they be found.
And when they are, my heart will cry for joy.
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angelgrl
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2002 0 September :: 12.00am
I wrote this up the street from my house in the hills. from there you can see the whole city. it's so beautiful.
A Cry to God
I'm so comfortable here, surrounded by your love.
All my troubles are in your hands,
I can just gaze into the lights and know that you're there.
It's so beautiful tonight.
I could stay here for forever.
I don't want to face reality again.
It's too much work, to stressful.
and it's so easy up here.
I'll just sit and let you take care of my every need.
Just hold me close and never let go.
Don't make me go back down.
Alright, I know I have to.
Just promise you wont leave?
promise you'll take care of things.
promise me it will be ok.
Then, and only then will I come back down.
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angelgrl
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2002 27 September :: 12.00am
This poem kinda go along with the last one, although I wrote it a frew years latter.
Lost
It's rather scary when you lose yourself.
your not sure what's going on or where you went.
there's a million thoughts running threw your head.
it confuses you.
the turmoil inside pulls at you from every angle.
What to do? Where to go? How to act?
I'm so lost.
How do I find myself again?
What happened to me?
I pause for a moment and think to myself.
"I forgot."
So now, I'll take my own advise and try to remember...
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angelgrl
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1998 0 September :: 12.00am
this is one of my first poems that I wrote. (not counting the ones they forced me to write in class) It's also one of my favorit.
Remember?
Do you remember a long time ago when you were young? I remember when I used to go and play, not having to worry. I remember before I totally forgot how I used to go about inventing things, climbing trees, playing various made up and imaginary games, just plain having fun. I didn’t have to worry about what may happen tomorrow. Many people, like me, use to be like this; carefree and joyful. But as they got older, they start worrying about things, other than if they will get the next available swing or if they could borrow their mothers good pan to make mud pies, and they forgot. Things like money, work, homework, news, and welfare are all they think about today. I look back now and see young kids not worrying about a thing. They remind me of how I used to be, but other things have long since taken that carefree feeling away. I realize that as the kids today get older they too will be like people today and totally forget what it was like before they forgot, forgot what it was like to just go and have fun. They forgot what it was like to not have a care in the world. Don’t forget what it was like, if you have not already. I remember. Do you?
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angelgrl
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2002 24 September :: 12.00am
this was a song i wrote for my friends band. This song does have to do with my own feeling, execpt I was never suicidal.
Easy way out
V1
Why do I bother?
Why do I try?
You never believe me
I think I’ll just cry
I’m all alone
No one here for me
What difference do I make?
What am I doing here?
Chorus:
I’ll take the easy way out
the easy way out
easy way out
I’ll take the easy way out
No one will miss me when I’m gone
V2
It’s really sad I know
I put up with all this stuff
I know I shouldn’t, but I do
I know it’s sad, and it’s true
You’ll never really see
Deep inside of me
It’s more than meets the eye
And this is why I cry….
Chorus:
I’ll take the easy way out
the easy way out
easy way out
I’ll take the easy way out
No one will miss me when I’m gone
Bridge:
Sitting here and wondering
Just what I’m going to do
Sitting here and pondering
Was I ever here for you?
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angelgrl
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2001 17 December :: 12.00am
Yet another poem from my british lit class. and don't ask my why we were writing poems in a british lit class cuz I don't know.
This poem also has a picture to go with it, but i don't know how to put it in here, but it looks like a face made out of a cloud and it's blowing wind, and the lines of the poem make up the wind in the pic.
The wind blows to and fro
you can not see it, but it goes
It can be full of might and power
or it can be soft and comforting
It can be your friend or foe
but most of all the wind just blows.
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angelgrl
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2002 30 May :: 12.00am
Sitting alone just pondering life.
Why I'm here, and what it's all about.
I'm missing something,
I need someone
I want someone here for me.
Someone here to walk beside me
to help me threw the day.
someone to call my friend
someone to call my own
someone to pick me up when I fall
and hold me close when I cry.
These longings I just can't subside.
I need someone, but who?
I sit alone and wonder
who would be my friend?
who would hold me close?
who would care for me like no one else?
I need someone
just anyone?
no
God
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angelgrl
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2002 0 February :: 12.00am
True Love
love, for some will come and go
like the waves on a shore.
love, for others is a thing that lasts,
and will stay with them until they pass.
love, for me, is an incompriencible thing
hard to understand.
the only way to feel real love
is to be loved by the one true God.
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angelgrl
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2002 0 February :: 12.00am
This was my senior legacy that got put in the back of the year book.
Words just cannot tell all I have to say. Through all the good and all the bad
you were always there for me
I'll never forget you
I'll love you for always
and in my heary you'll stay.
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angelgrl
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2003 23 February :: 12.00am
this was sent to my mom's e-mail and i liked it, so I thought i'd post it here. :)
People are often
Unreasonable and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway
If you are kind,
People may accuse you of unlterior motives,
Be kind anyway
If you are honest,
People may cheat you,
be honest anyway.
If you find happiness
People may be jealous,
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
May be forgotten tomorrow,
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
And it may never be enough.
Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end,
It is between you and God,
It never was between you and them anyways.
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angelgrl
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2003 0 February :: 12.00am
i found this site and i thought it was cool....
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/earth.html
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angelgrl
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2002 0 February :: 12.00am
You tell me thing i know are true
and willingly i take your word
when problems arise, you bring me doubt
you deney the things you say were true
Which do i believe? What am i to do?
I know the things that are true
but so easily you change your mind
i'm at a loss of how to act
I do not know just what to do
there is one thing unchanging
and one thing always true
that thing is God and this i know
put trust in him and you will see
His love for you is true.
so this is what I'll do,
put trust in him and pray for you.
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angelgrl
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2002 10 March :: 12.00am
Reading
Reality and fantasy
to me they're both the same
flashing back between the two
there's everything to gain
escasping from the trouble of today
forgetting everything i know
indulging in another trials
a better place to go.
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angelgrl
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2001 12 November :: 12.00am
yet another poem from my british lit class...
The love from me he sought
but to young were we to know true love
break up with him i know i ought
though his touch was gental as a dove
three years together we had spent
The best of day's they might have been
"out there," they said, "are many men."
He begged and begged me not to go
I looked at him with teary eyes
and said "I wish is wasn't so."
I'm sure he felt like he would die
In love we thought we were
i know I loved him now for sure.
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