Ok, flame this, hate this, call it trash… I’m pissed off so the one way to release my anger is through this. Writing… (of coruse, you can like it too ya’ know. )
Fighting for Hope
With the cold touch that kisses my cheeks,
I feel nothing.
The fight that I once had is now dieing,
I’m losing.
I could feel the hate, the pain, the sarrow, and the anger.
But still, I fought on, I shined brightly in hopes of one to come and help me.
Why?
Why did I fight? Why am I here? To help one in need? To cheer other’s who are in pain or saddness? The cheery spirit I have is still here. My want is to help other’s. My need is to make others happy. My desire, is to be there for others. I’ve relised that now…
Rather I’m needed or not, I’ll always be CHris-chris. The carefree spirited girl of fourteen. I’ll still have hope and my belifes, my happiness. Even if you hate me more than anything on this planet, I’ll still respect you. I have one thing that I’m hangin on to, and that is hope.
Always have hope.
Ok… so maybe that doesn’t fit all together but, meh.
If you want me to flame it, you’re talking to the wrong person, girl Now, I have no idea why you feel that we should hate you, or your stuff, because I highly doubt that there’s anybody here who feels that way. hugs CC
Is it supposed to be a poem, it doesn’t seem quite right. There isn’t really much there, seems mostly to be a loose gathering of thoughts. The mood swings pretty drastically, and that hurts the cohesion too. I’m guessing, though, that this was more of a get it out and have it said kind of thing anyway.
Letting out your rage is good, Chris. Especially if it reaches the point where your skin turns green, you double in mass, and your speech is reduced to such things as “Chris SMASH!”
not bad, but it’s a good thing to express yerself like that,
i’ve got almost 100 of those, most of them suck but there are some i really like and i personally think it’s good, so here it is
Miscalculation
survive the madness inside your mind
then you find you hate yourself
it’s all meant for something
except for your meanings
do I believe in your god?
I’m laughing inside
for nothing
sorry
Expand your senses inside your head
then you find you hate yourself
it’s on the hands of godfiend
except for my soul
Do I believe in your god?
I’m laughing inside
for nothing
sorry
brainshakes terrorize your conscience
crucify the jesus you hail
it’s all just a miscalculation
your own god, miscalculation
chris-chris loves being hugged But anyways, yeah I know it was rushed and a few spelling errors but come on… I’m Chris-chris, I suck at spelling. ;p :hahaha;
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Now, I have no idea why you feel that we should hate you, or your stuff, because I highly doubt that there’s anybody here who feels that way. hugs CC
