Life Poems
+7At age 3…
You were told not to take a cookie
and went into a huge crying fit.
But now it’s the childhood you miss,
wishing you didn’t make a big deal, and just waited for the meal.
At age 6…
You wanted a goldfish just for kicks
and you were told you can’t have it.
After a while your screaming quit
cause now that you got your wish
you didn’t want the fish.
At age 10…
You needed to know about everything even about heaven.
You asked a lot of ridiculous questions
and the answer was always the same.
It was to you, just a game,
with all the questions in your head,
but one day you turned red.
Now you realize that you should have made the best and put your questions to rest.
At age 15…
You are serene
until your boyfriend breaks your heart
like a pop-tart.
You thought he was sweet
but he ended up sour,
and it makes you cy hour after hour.
The *Future*…
is nowhere near clear,
we can’t however surrender cause of our fears.
Who knows when someone will say no,
it may make you angry but it could also make your heart grow.
So, when someone says “no”…
try to learn from it and use your own mind to guess
It may be a good thing so smile and say “no, I say yes” 
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+9 Walking through the halls of school
Feelings of self-consciousness abound
Everyone’s trying to come off as “cool”
Gaining popularity wherever it can be found
In a world where you just can’t win
Everyone is dying to fit in
You know it’s not right
Pretending to be something you’re not
You die a little every night
When you give that idea a second thought
You feel alive before the lies begin
But everyone is dying to fit in
Cut yourself into pieces
To fit the common mold
Your love for yourself decreases
But you “look good”-or so you’re told.
In a world where beauty doesn’t lie within
Everyone is dying to fit in
Stab your friend in the back
If it gets you further ahead
As you take your place in front of the pack
You can wonder if they’re dead
In a world where truth has never been
Everyone is dying to fit in
Anger. Regret. Pain.
Things we all know clearly.
We all know suicide is insane
But still it takes away those we love dearly.
In a world riddled with terrible sin
Everyone is dying to fit in
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+7 you made a promise you can’t fulfill
you tricked me but I made the choice of my own free will
there’s so much more that needs to be bled
I thought you were the blade of truth but lies again were fed
you’re the health care visionary the silent speaker and missionary you taught me to withdraw and rebel you made depression worse and I watched the cuts scar and swell
I don’t believe the words you sing fooled me once, fooled me twice,
the third time there’s nothing new you’ll bring
you draw me in with your lullabies such a soft melody whispering soothing
remedies to my heartfelt cries you master seduction towards your prey
you say you can cure my pain but you push me in the grey
I think its best that we have no contact or speaking
I am strong and I’m not a weakling I see what you do when you
make your speech you try to bleed me dry just like a leech
I can’t end this with you on friendly terms I know your game and I’ve
expressed my concerns you’re always sharp and never dull
you make the blood be everything and this has taken its toll
hopefully it’s goodbye and not see you later now it’s me as your #1 love and hater
all you did was make me drown and smother It might kill me but I have to
stop you before you find another you’ve made me little miss obsessive
I just think of how you’re mine and now I’m possessive
why not die with a few scars you’re in league with Mr. Suicide
and I’m in jail behind bars you’re telling me to make a slit
I’m slowly disappearing bit by bit you know what you’re craving but
you can’t have me since I’ve stopped misbehaving
I re-examined my life and you’re my death threat
I don’t want to act on your twisted thoughts even though you have this set
meet a more sincere bleeding wounds you’re just a killer and I’m changing tunes
If you think I can’t you have me wrongly pegged don’t underestimate survival on
which I’ve coughed and gagged exiled to the desert and without you I made my own water
I won’t go near your glowing light so you can slaughter I’m just a fighting soldier moving up in rank I don’t need your sick guidance that has no gas in the tank on your quicksand before I sank
you made me self-destruct but I have you to thank I could sit here and wish we’d never met
but you made me see my true strength when I swam out of your fishing net It’s me you’re not holding I’m not your girl anymore and it’s not me you’re molding
for victims wasn’t I your best? a pretty little actress sad which you plucked,
took away my innocence so I’m putting you to
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+20he sits in the room gun in his hand
why was he chosen
to be the suicide man?
brother may i take the gun
believe me, suicide
can’t be all that fun
this doesn’t have to be you’re only choice
stop raising you’re hand to you’re temple
put it down, and follow my voice.
but he said, he doesn’t agree
that he much rather fly
then stay here with me
he put the gun to his head
told me that he was sorry
and in a split second, he was dead
my first question, came in a cry
brother was i so horrible
that you had no choice but to die?
my last question, came in a plea
was it ever enough
to just have me?
but brother you chose the easy way out
suicide was you’re mission
and you followed through, no doubt
brother you gave a life of pain and drone.
but that wasn’t an excuse
to leave me alone.
brother let me explain in words of sorrow
where you travel.
i’ll always follow.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+10 Draw and trace,
fill and color.
Color Swirls
become a wonder.
Breathe in,
breathe out.
Color Swirls
are what it’s about.
Let the colors whirl
across my mind.
Watch them fill it
rendering me blind.
See them dance
in my vision –
only swirls,
no precision.
Feel the dizziness
like a wave.
Float in it;
drift away.
Red comes first,
posing as regret.
Then, on yellow,
an orange silhouette.
Now see blue:
a roiling calm;
see purple and green:
the Peeping Toms.
See black,
then white –
one dark,
one light.
See them here;
see them there:
Colors Swirling
in a taunting affair.
Color Swirls –
or are they emotions?
Feelings… or colors?
A peculiar notion.
Breathe again
and fall asleep
as colors whirl
in my dreams deep.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+16 Im waiting on my stairwell
sitting all glum and sad
But now i know that it was a lie
you didnt care for what we had.
I Really think its shitty
because now here you stand
begging for forgivness
its getting out of hand
‘Baby please, it was a mistake’
just tell me one thing
were those feelings fake?
i gave you all my love
tried to leave
but my heart got stuck
now i can only tell you one thing
Romeo, Shut up.
I think I seen my prince charming..
Cause I thought you were mr. wright..
Turns out your just mr. wrong..
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
+3As I cry in a corner so blue
I remember why I loved you
This was one of my fears
Looking at these Silver Tears
That kiss was all it took
You read me like an open book
You hit me with heart-breaking spears
Now Im looking at Silver Tears
I wont reget answering your call
This was worth the fall
Dont know how Ill get through the years
Knowing how I saw these Silver Tears
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
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