Make me cry

sad gurl  you  gave  me   a  chance  to  make  you cry,here  i  go...
you  are  stupid  foolish  and  lazy
stop  this  poetry  thing  young  lady
how old   are  you!go  to  hell,you  are  not even  sexy
let  the  big   players  play  around   daily
i  got  90 bog  poems,the  reads  are  many
bout  you  got  only  six,that's  just  stupid  and lately
you  got  the   nerve  to  post,is  this  how  AUSTRALIA  IS,damn  you  nail  me
you  wanna  cry   how   about  you  laugh  with  my  big  d...  in  your  belly
shut  up  this  is  serious you  little  whore,stop  faking
crown  me  this  trophy,i  hope by  now  your  tears  are  many...(lol  i  know  you are  mad)

i had a contest called make me sad

I watch her as she breastfeeds the baby
Mumbling something to herself
Tears rolling down her cheek
The baby so innocent,gentle and meek
So much on her mind but she can't say
To what use is her words
The baby will die before her fifth birthday
Some say prayer's the answer
Faith's tempted to fail here
She's been diagnosed of chronic cancer
Everytime she cries in pain
Mama does thesame
Weeping and calling her name
And its such a shame
The baby has barely known a thing...

The Day I Died

I know it was a Thursday, probably raining        
Day four of a binge that would end in death        
       
Lying naked, curled up in a sweaty ball        
Finding my own rocky bottom, so alone    
       
She was away, on the other side of the world        
Not there when I so needed her most  
 
The stage had been set for another cliche  
Another to lose the struggle with suicide        
       
Sobbing until it hurt to cry, tears all spent        
Shaking like the junkie I was needing a drink        
       
Calling out God's name and only hearing my voice echo        
Choosing the inky darkness, embracing nevermore        
       
Too drunk to stand I managed to get the knife        
My favorite piece of chef cutlery        
       
Fittingly to become the means for cutting short my life        
I can still feel the cold finality of the blade        
       
In its reflection the tragic distortion      
Of the man I had come to loathe and so despise        
       
Ironically the writer did not want a note        
No poetic words to pen for this act of desperation        
       
Closing my eyes I prepared to do the deed        
Grasping the handle with both trembling hands ...        
       
Then I felt the head of my Samoyed, Mishka        
She had placed it on my stomach and started crying        
       
Next I felt the warmth of my Husky snuggling up to me        
Kita's cries joining those of her worried sister        
       
My thoughts redirected to them and their fate        
If I continued, who would take care of them        
       
And so it was that day I died, the pathetic drunk        
The man who made excuses and never faced the truth        
       
But it was also the day I was reborn, given a new life        
Cold sober now for over four years, a day at a time        
       
So even now I weep when I hear Sarah sing "Angel"        
For I know some angels have paws instead of wings        
       

I left you alone for one day
with my love,
just one short day.
And in that time
you ruined everything,
you stole my love
away from me
and crushed my heart to pieces
hiding away the biggest parts
so i can never be whole again.
My soul no longer exists,
because of the
ache and the pain
that you put me through.
I though I could I trust you,
you and your deceiving eyes
told me the darkest lies.
My body
withers into dust,
my blood flowing in a
steady stream away
and my eyes
dead, unseeing unfeeling.
I am left alone,
with only an icepick,
a mirror and a dusty photograph
to remember my tragic life.

The White Abyss

Shiver and cough, take a deep breath and look to the sky,
Watch your breath take flight as you let go a pondering sigh,
Silence, not a sound in the air, all the world remains still,
As you lay back against the tree on the snowy hill,
Arms tucked away, huddled, just your thoughts to play,
Gazing into the distance as the gray clouds mask the day,
The trees, the grass, the lands lost under the snowy white,
Mother nature's details lost under it's mask as if in contrite,
Fluttering and falling, the first small flake makes it's way,
Down, down, it lands upon your cheek without delay,
Thought breaks free, the cold chill all you felt,
Warming upon your pale skin the crystal does melt,
Shimmering and gliding, the little drop makes it way down,
Followed by a mysterious other as they drip to the ground,
Bite your lip, swallow it down, look to the sky and sigh,
Just watch the flakes fall and don't ask why,
It's lost, under the mask in the crystals so vast,
Each flake a decision now falling from your past,
None look alike, though when they land it's all the same,
Each crystal no longer unique as they fit into frame,
How they got there, from which they came,
It no long matters as there's nothing left to claim,
Million little choices, lost, this is what you see,
As they fall into the vast white unforgiving sea,
Blending and melding, they have lost all meaning,
Leaving you with no thoughts intervening,
Staring, pondering, looking in to the white abyss,
You realize what matters is not the choice you missed,
What you saw, you can't see or choose, what was there,
Was a the choice you never thought to compare,
The only flake to fall, still being so very unique,
Was the one you felt..as it ran down your cheek.

honesty or telling the truth?

I live by what I know to be the truth
but there's no real reason
to think that
truth
is worth
anything. Why
are you always smiling
when I know inside you want to die?

Reflection Torn

Looks that kill lay silent still, not who you used to be
Deceiving eyes, a heart of thrill, what a lie it was to me
Shallow are you to feel this way, your words seem like poison now
Lost to loneliness and dismal perversion, faces that scream no sound.

You sold yourself, to a world of hate
And you thrive on the sin of your weaknesses
A slave to your pleasure, your need to be great
No love can satisfy your hunger.

I see you now, a lifeless corpse, so desperate and forlorn
Waking up to an unfaithful day, a one night stand so worn
Never again shall you see them, faces that go dead in your mind
None of them shall betray you, to all that's past, you seem fine.

Swept away in a shroud of darkness
You are not who You were
Wake me from this nightmare I'm in
I have never dreamed before.


http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/26958-reflection-torn/

Horrible
I scream until my voice is shot
When all you do is yell
Why do you always make me cry
I'm trapped inside your cell.
Hit me with your anger
Beat me with your lies
Cut me with the sympathy
Hidden behind your eyes.
Drown your disappointment
Drink away my face
Get swallowed up inside the hole
And never leave this place.  
First tell me why you did this
That life couldn't be that bad
As I bust this empty bottle
Over what use to be my dad.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/60068-horrible/

Etiima's been snatched from her mum's hand by the men of the king
And their heading out for the evil forest where bizzarre babies are slain
She'll die tonight without knowing a thing
All because she was born a twin

Out in the dust sits her mother and kins
Rolling and weeping,screaming and pleas
Will not appeal to this men bent on the kill
Custodians of a barbaric tradition,men of the king

Etiima will die tonight
The helpless poor child,who will hear her plight?
What were they told to make them believe
This poor little babies have no right to live?