Naya's Poetry..eww

awr.
basically i have some poetry and i feel like posting it.
cos i can.
i'll probably find more soon.
so yeah.
here goes:
Three
Three people stand before the child
Lined up all in a row
She watches them so closely
About them all to know

The first one is a woman
Her long and shiny hair
Those piercing green eyes watch the child
In her heart is so much care

The child looks about the woman
Taking in all to see
A woman so full of love and hugs
Who's there for every plea

The second is a boy
His not so shabby attire
In his arms he's held her tight
And kept her from the fire

The child looks above him
See's his halo shining bright
To her the boy's an angel
With him it'll be alright

The last one is a girl
10 older than the child
Her eyes blaze full of fury
But her heart is always mild

The child watches her
14 beyond her years
A hellish life she lives
Shedding but so many tears

These three they mean so much
One small world to a kid
And even though they are this much
For each one thing be rid

For the woman she rids the trust
For the boy rids all their ties
And for the girl she rids the most
She rids all but her lies

A criminal child
A relationship theft
She's robbed those she loves
And now no one is left

No one to hide her from the hold
Hide her from the heat
Shield her from the darkness
Or hold her when she's fallen in defeat

My Room (Not really a poem)
this place is safe. i am safe here. nobody goes in or out without my knowledge. it's my haven. i am free here. i can think and do as i please. nobody can stop me. im okay sleeping here. the lulling sound of classical music. the perfect disorder of things. i know every crack and creavous. i thrive here. what was once a prison to me is now where i belong. the panes on the windows may remind me of bars, but aleast they keep things out. everything in here is perfect to me. i love it all. i want to stay here forever. sometimes my lonely fantasies come back. all the old games, old friends. they're all here; dead, but here. somethings change daily in here, but it still looks the same. a changing monotany. a room full of oxymorons. me the most obvious. i drink it all in, an eager child, wanting more. the mirror, the bulletin boards, the dresser, they all scream "NAYA". they are mine. i cherish them. yet somehow i dont want them. another oxymoron, another addition to the lengthy list.

awr.
i have to go.
i have some more that i'll post later.

cool poem and room entry privatexeyes

the poem seems very deeop and meaningful......i get a picture in my head of wat they look like ;)

I agree with Xisdence, they both seem very deep and meaningful. That;s some good stuff you've got there.

:banana: :aphiusisonecrazySOB: Well done!

Stalker
Eyes bore into her back
Invisible eyes
Unknown stalkers watched her
Invisible stalkers
The heat of eyes upon her back
The sensation drove her mad
She longed to turn around
To see her stalker
To look upon his face
The dagger slit her neck suddenly
She never had a chane to see him
For the dream ended quickly

Choice
Sitting on the floor
Her back against the door
Tear come to her eyes
She cries
He speaks with anguish in his voice
"That was a bad choice"
She shakes her head
He's filled her with dread
But she must move on
Must prove him wrong
Or loose herself forever
In his silent world of never

Fortune Seer
Her reflection in the glass
She stood out from the class
Her green eyes watched it all
Saw everybody's downfall
Her books held tightly to her chest
She only wished to rest
Her classmates future was seen
By eyes of a bright green
Unwillingly she saw
What was to become of them all

Boo
His head comes down hard
"You are not a retard"
She shakes her head"
It's nothing to dread"
He lifts his head again
This time will make ten
She pulls him away
Puts his head over the tray
"Please don't"
"Fine, I won't"
She hugs him tight
Her world is right

Witness
There once was a little girl
She was as beautiful as a pearl
Locked deep inside her was hell
Though few could tell
Many loved her, this she didn't know
She thought herself a stupid hoe
Things only got worse
A solemn curse
Then one day she was gone
With no witness but the dawn
Her friends all cried
But soon their tears dried
One still did weep
And cried herself to sleep
She knew what went wrong
For she'd witnessed the dawn

Back
And then she was back
But things weren't on track
They were different now
Twas amazing how
Different they were
This seemed horrible to her
All relationships torn to a tatter
But she was back
The rest didn't matter

Grey Eyes
Her silent, sad, grey eyes
Holding in her cries
Wishing she could weep
Inside her feeling she shall keep
She does things that kill her so
Of these no one must know
She is holding in her cries
But pain shows in her grey eyes

Murderer
A mocking grin upon his face
His wicked eyes sweep the place
Tracing her cheek with his hand
Laughing along with his outlaw band
Branding the women he claims to love
Then waltzing away with the grace of a dove
How could a murderess man be so free?
Something the authorities couldn't see
On every woman he left his mark
Then walked away, into the dark

Senses
I see the broken faces
Their eyes crying out for help
Stuck in censored places

I hear the screams
Their eyes full of fear
There's nothing but broken dreams

I smell the dispare
Their eyes show so much pain
Each day forms another tear

I wish I could somehow touch the lives of hell
Their eyes reflecting the flames
I want to pick up those who've fell

I taste the bitter smog
Their eyes are searching for light
Watch the rolling fog

I feel the lingering pain
Their eyes all blend together
On the world forever a stain

hey privatexeyes, i read some of your last entries,,,,,thought they were some good talent!!!

i liked the Witness one the most, the ending is unsettling...it moved me a little...;)

also Choice was awsome........it reminds me of a nightmare or choice that one doesnt want to make....

i guess there are hidden messages ins ome of these entries...but i think they rok....

cya mate

thanks..
yeah.
i usually write my poetry about stuff that's happened to me.
Choice always gets me..

I Love You
sometimes i wonder
why do you care?
all i do is push you away
i tell you im fine
tell you i dont need help
but you're always here
you open doors, and hold me
i love you, i swear that i do
it's just that...
im scared
ive been hurt so much and im catutious
but you're so true
i think i'll open up
and show you my full potential

that was kinda a break through poem for me..it helped me realise some stuff.
i have one that im working on right now..i'll post it when it gets finished.

;) Well done, privatexeyes!

I THOUGHT "THREE" WAS MARVELOUS!!!!