You've Made Me Laugh, You've Made me CryYou've made me smile, you've made me frown
You've made me on top of the world, you put me down
You made me laugh, you made me cry
You made me live, you made me die
You've made me happy, you've made me sad
You've given me thoughts, good and bad
You've warmed my heart, you've made it cold
You've made me feel weak, you've made me feel bold
You've made me feel free, you've made me feel trapped
You made me giggle, you made me sigh
You made me listen, you made me walk by
You'd make me miserable, you'd make me wonderful
But most of all..
You made me cry and you made me die.
You've made me realize how fast my life can fall.
I Guess It Ends With An Opinion - The Random PoemHow will it end, suicide or insane? I don't know, thoughts are flooding through my brain.
How will it end, A's and B's or an F? I'll get an A in band, I own that treble clef.
How will it end, a different rhyme or stay repeted? I'm not sure, my mind may be seated.
How will it end, three dots or one? Why am I asking! The poem has just begun!
How will it end, a light out or will the sun create iron? Who knows, they have the stupidity of a baby lion.
How will it end, with a chicken or with an egg? Is this supposed to make sense, anyways?
How will it end, another question or a statement? Not sure, what is meant is meant.
How will it end, will I get smiles or shaking heads? While I'm writing this I'm laying in bed.
This poem is so random. Hm.. I guess it ends with an opinion. Epic..
The Only Thing Keeping Me AliveI wish I could fall asleep with my stereo's volume on high. So I could dream of the fantasies I think of during that song, all through the night.
I wish I could sneak out and stare up at the stars, while listening to the city's sounds, sirens and music and cars.
I wish I could know how my life will be in ten years. If I'll be smiling or if I'll be in tears.
I wish I could have the courage to speak my bottled-up mind. Explain and cry as time zooms by.
I wish I could find out if my life will be successful or a complete waste of cells. If I go to Heaven or if I go to Hell.
I wish I could find out if my mother has really changed. If she was just mad or she's truly deranged.
I wish I could run away and start a fresh, new life. Away from my old memories and the thoughts of my strife.
I wish I could talk to my pets and see if they'd understand. Know what I feel and see the tears that have collected in my hands.
I wish I could sit up on my roof and feel the soft breeze. No matter how cold it i
My Fantasy LandI've walked this path alone many nights
Keeping up with this violent fight
Against the tears and the urge to quit
I think I've started to crawl out of the pit
I've grabbed my things and am moving on
Away from the sadness that will soon be long gone
I'm abandoning my life in the dark, dark cave
And moving away to somewhere safe
I'm finding a land where my dreams will come true
Where I can be free and where I can make due
I'm running off to my fantasy
Wherever it is, I will search where it may be
It may be miles and lightyears away
But I shall not leave today
For my courage is still in that cave
Chained down and kept inslaved
Soon it will see the sun again
And we will find my fantasy land