9:20 AM - The rest is silence
Category: Writing and Poetry

it was supposed to be a masterpiece

it's just spots on a paper

and now time rots it away, up in a room

i can't lose this, it tastes to good

i can't win this because we'll all fall in the end

i hoped this would be somthing new

but nothing has changed, nothing looks different

time is such a theif, taking what we long for most

if we stole them should we not have them?

what's the use of being paid for, when people will only take.

matches are meant for burning

not the hearts we hold, or the brains we trust

not all is made of love and lust

I cannot see the fire in you eyes, not anymore...

i think i've lost the beginning

now it is nearing the end

and the rest is silence.

So here is a poem or song or somthing that I wrote.

My Letter To Yester-Year

A Letter to Yester-Year

I thank you for the love

And I hate you for the fear

And I remember it all.

I had pain and I sorrows,

I had love and happiness

I was waiting for tommorow

But tomorrow never came.

So the good went by too fast

And the wrong much too slowly.

When I needed time to last

It left me far to fast.

The seconds turned to hours

And the days into weeks,

Soon months were gone in small hours

My year was at it's peek.

January, our time was fun,

The memorys we shared.

February, so full of love

And gladness filled the air.

March, why did you last?

You were full of pain and tears.

April, goes by too fast

Yet you seemed so long this year.

May, I have nothing to say

I didn't like you that much.

June, you were beautiful

Yet caused me so much pain.

July, was the start of hurt

You made me feel so lost.

August, didn't leave much hope

So little for such a cost.

September, so wrong in many ways,

So full of misery and of pain.

And cold October, so short in days

My favorite time I have to say.

November, though cold, I loved you so

So dark and beautifuly grey.

How is it now December? My time went so fast,

When all I wanted was for it to last.

Thus ends my tale of every month

My love, hope, pain, and fear.

Thus ends it all that lasted so long,

My Letter to Yester-Year.

The Rest Is Silence.

~Izzy

I did a terrible thing, I dissapointed my friend when she needed me the most. I hurt her in so many ways without even knowing it. If you are reading this, please forgive me.

If There Is Time To Say I'm Sorry

I never knew that I had hurt you,

I was blinded by my own pain

Distracted by my selfishness

Drowning in my own ways.

If I could turn back time I would

If I could do it over again

I'm so sorry for being so stupid

I promise never to again.

I was heartless and I was cruel

You were my only true friend

I took you for granted and left you to die

I hope this will change in the end.

I hurt myself when I hurt you

How could I be so wrong?

To make little of such a preciouse thing

And now I fear we're done.

The last thing I want is to never see you

I can't just let you go

The bestest friend i could ever have

Through my all my highs and lows.

I'm sorry for not being there

When you needed me the most

I'm sorry for being like everyone else

When you needed me to be differant.

If you could find it in you heart to forgive

I'll thank God for such a blessing

I couldn't stand to lose me one true friend

If you could find your way to the clearing.

This is a poem I wrote. Hope you like it. Happy christmas!

The Christmas Rose

He asked her what she wanted

He said what should I give you?

She said just a simple rose

And a note that says "I love you".

He said I'll give you more

The sun, the moon, the stars

She said the only thing I want

Is for you to give me your heart.

Was her love not enough from him?

Did he need somthing more?

On christmas morning it was a awful sight

When she opened the bedroom door.

She cried and screamed "Did you love her?

Or did you just hate me?"

His reply was nothing but silence

Then he said "I just wanted to be free."

She got in her car and pulled away from the house

She cursed at the heavens above

"Why do You hate me?" She cried

"When all I wanted was to be loved?"

She drove till she lost the road

And stopped at the end

On the side of the highway she fell in the snow

When all she needed was a friend.

She saw through the piercing darkness

A light that rose and rose

She looked by the side of her foot

And there lie a beautiful rose

With a note that said

"I love you, more than anybody knows.

I was your friend through the darkness,

My beatiful, lovley, Rose."

The Rest Is Silence.

~Root

Okay, everyones gonna hate me for posting this, I love christmas,but I despise Santa and all his retarded little elves!!! I hate Rudolf, and those huge infllatable things, I hate all of that!!! It's not real christmas, it's just an annoying fat guy in a suit. My mom never told me there was a Santa Clause, and everyones like "Oh, that's so sad, you must have no imagination!" I have a huge imagination and I thank my mom for never telling me there was  a Santa because I didn't want to be an eight year old who still didn't get why there just happen to be the same guy in a red suit everytime you turned the corner. People say that it's somthing kids should beleive in and that it's all for fun, but shouldn't we be focusing on Jesus this time of year. Why did Santa suddenly become the star? It's Christ's birthday, we should be thinking about him, not what Santa's gonna put in our stalkings this year. It's just so fake it makes me sick.

One more thing. Did you know that if you arrange the letters in Santa, you get Satan?

The Christmas Prayer

This sweet sweet Baby

The perfect Child

Do you know

what's in store for Your life?

Though loved for now

Your will be slain

Yet from the grave

You'll rise again

You'll heal the broken

You save the lost

Soon will be found

What now is lost

Your virgin mother

Could not even fathem

How this inocent Child

Was King of the Heavens

The Rest Is Silence.

~Root

I hate this computer! I posted this really really long entry and then the computer freaked out and deleted it. so this is a really short version of the old entry. We came home so now we are in Texas. My dad suprized us by painting the house, buying new furniture, and getting us lots of cool presents. But he got them all for reall really cheep cuz he got them off of Craigs List. Seriously, he got a real leather couch that is prolly worth 2,000 dollars for 50 bucks. That is so cool. Plus he grew a goatee and mustache. Now I hate men with facial hair, but it looks really good on him. Also my dads twin brother stayed for  a week while we were gone, and my dad says he really thinks he's gonna become a christian. So please pray for him. And last but not least on wednesday we are going to Dallas to see my dads sister whom he hasn't seen since he was eight. Well here is a poem I wrote.

My Kind Of Rain

He's like an acid rain

From the midnight sky

He's a dusky haze

Just passing by

He's a thick dark fog

And I'll say again,

He's like an acid rain.

And as my days melt away to minutes

And my years into day

Everyone around me is changing

Yet I stay the same,

I don't know how to breath

Or how to talk

But when he's with me I sing

And I dance and I walk.

He's like a gift from God

I can't say his name

All you need to know is he's my kind of rain.

"Elvis has left the building!"

The Rest Is Silence.

~Root

Every november My Family fills a shoe box with toys, and toothbrushes, and hairbrushes, and candy, for Operation Christmas Child. This year I want everyone to. My gole for the newyears, is to hear from everyone on my friendslist, hofully more, that THEY filled a shoebox, not they're family, but them. I want your family to do it to, but I want to hear from everyone that they filled they're very own shoebox for they're very own special kid. So please fill a shoebox, and please tell me if you do. After I wrote this poem I know it will be imposable for me not to, I hope it will be the same for you.

O.C.C
What if they all stoped breathing one day?
What if they're lives ceased to exist?
What if they're hearts stop beating one day?
Would anybody know?

Who says we have the right to live
To eat and sleap and breath?
So if we just stoped one day
Would anyone one even care?

We think the world is are's
To do with what we please
People Die by plane and car
And even on the streets

There's those who go to bed hungry every night
And then those who complane
There's those who live a life full of love
And those who live in vain

We say we don't get enough toys
And then hate are friends cuz they have more
But there are those who with a single doll
Have that's world full of joy

So this year when christmas rolls around
Remember a thing or two
While you dream of Santa warm in your bed
There is probly a child, maybe only two

Who will die in his sleap tonight
Freezing in the cold
His mother's allready dead
So will anybody know?

Fill a shoebox this year, maybe you can even fill 2, 3, or 4. They say every 14 seconds a child dies. So while they still have a life. help them. They need it more than us. So maybe you were gonna spend that $15 on a new C.D or movie. But all that is is plastic. So let a child have a christmas this year, cuz you will allways get one, they wont.

So that poetry contest I entered now there is another book that they want me to be in

"The Who's Who Of Poetry" So I guess I'm gonna be in that, and I have a

 chance to win $5000.00 and a trip to Washington D.C.

So I entered another poem So I could be in that so now I'm gonna.

Isn't my life exiting? Lol. I will now atempt to write a random poem.

Tick tock

Tick tock

Said the Clock as he screamed across the room

"I want to be a Butterfly, or maybe a Baboon!"

"A Baboon?" Said the pet Cat

In it's sharp and hissing voice

"No you should be a mouse, cuz I'm sick of eating cold soup."

"Don't fall for her tricks." said the Dog

"You should be a Chiken Coup."

"A Chiken Coup! Have you gone mad?" said the blue Canary

"Everybody knows you need to be a Flad."

"A Flad?" Asked the Clock

"What the heck is a Flad?"

"Well it's better than a Clock!"

"Is Not! I think I'll stick with what I am,

That's the way to go."

"Oh stop putting on a show!"

Said the Cat glaring at the Clock

But all he said in return was

Tick..Tock

Hah! Bet that was the most random, pathatic, un-ryming thing you ever heard! Don't worry, that's not the one I put in the book.

I have to go, talk to ya'll later!

The Rest Is Silence

~Root

I wish I was an apple, no, cuz then people would eat me.

Oh, I know, I wanna be a water-bed! No, cuz then people would sit on me.

Aha! I wanna be a chicken! Cuz if I was a chicken, no one would eat me.

Hugh Jackman is the most shmotzyest person on the whole planet!!

Right after Gary that is. I love Gary, he is beautiful.

so is chicken! No, not really, chiken is not that beautiful.

Guess what, in Van Helsing He kills his girlfriend, and in XMen III He kills his girlfriend.

He must not be a very happy person. Actually he's too happy,

why can't he be like all the people he plays in his movies?

Why must he be a loser with a lame accent? Not gary,

Hugh Jackman. Gary has a beautiful accent!

Slow down to here the sound

Of the stars fall from the sky

While the tears flow from my eyes

Do I get a kiss goodnight?

Or will you let your life fly by?

Don't dance so fast

Slow down

Slow down

Yay! It sucks, but I made everything ryhme.

Snaps for me! That movie was stupid.

And the moral of the story is...

Remember what Jesus said!

The Rest Is Silence

~Root

Here is another poem, this one goes out to all the jerks,

all the people who think they're better than every one else.

this is how alot of people feel when you make fun of them.

Just saying there hair looks weird could be enough to push them over the edge.

And you think it's okay if you say when they can't hear you, but alot of the time they can. So to all you jerks, who I wrote this poem for,

next time think about it before you laugh at someones clothes.

Alone

They don't know how alone I am

How lost and far from home I am

They stare at me with judging eyes

If the really knew me they'd be supprised

I can't stand to look in the mirrors

Afaid my appearance isn't good enough for them

I hate the pictures

They're perfect body perfect face

They're eyes follow me wherever I move

I'm scared of cameras

They show up at any place

A picture will prove

That they don't know how alone I am

How scared and far from home I am

We were watching Oprah the other day and Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel was on there. They went to back to Auschwitz(A consantration camp) and Elie Wiesel told his story. He told how when you got there the Nazi's would choose who lives and who dies. Those who were fit to work would live, the others, Women, Children, The Old, The young, would be sent to the gas chambers. They would not even know that they were about to die, they were being told they were going to get showers. Just think, the last couple minutes of they're life was spent in fear, and confusion. Elie Wiesel told of how he witnessed innocent baby's being thrown into the fire. Thoes who lived had to work and be starved till they died. They shared one bunk with 3 or 4 people, they had no mattresses, if they were lucky they got some straw to sleap on. They would barely feed them, in fact they showed actual footage of the camp. The dead and the living. The footage of the dead was allready hard enough, everyone, old, young, even innocent little children were all brutally Murdered. And the living, well you can call them living if you want. Were starved and beaten. I've seen anorexic people, but I've Never in my life seen anything like this. It was so sad to think that anyone could do that. I still can't even think of it without getting sick. How could a living, breathing, human being, do that to another living, breathing, human being? It just makes me sick. Everytime I think about it, it literally feels like someone just stabed me in the back. The worst part is after that we promised never again. Yet still today it's happening again. 12 years ago Rawanda. And even today, It's still happening. 1 race trying to completly whipe out another. When will this madness end?!

The Hiding Place

It's so cold

It's so sad

It's so cruel

It's so bad

Make it stop

make it safe

Just make it go away

Take me to my hiding place

It's so wrong

Yet it's so true

It just feels

Too real

Make it end

Right now

I don't know how

But make it stop

Make it safe

Just take me to my hiding place

WARNING!!! THIS POETRY MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL PEOPLE!!!!

OKAY SO DON'T FREAK IF YOU DON'T AGREE WITH THIS, THIS POEM DOES NOT MEAN I'M DEPPRESSED.

In The End

In the end…

In the end what’s left?

In the end who’s still here?

In the end what’s the point?

In the end…it’s to late

We’re past the point, of no return

There’s nothing left, I was wrong

I took the left, when I should have gone right

It’s to late, your gone

Out of sight.

I was so blind

How could I have been such a fool

To leave you

Like you were being cruel

When all along it was me.

Time is moving to fast

I’m missing the moments as they pass

It’s to late for “I’m sorry”

It’s to late for forgiveness

I was wrong

I miss you more than I thought

Now I must sing this song

This song of past regret.

So now in my lonlyness I am left

To despise my self for losing you

So now that nothings left

I still beg for it not to be true.

In the end…

In the end what’s left?

In the end who’s still here?

In the end what’s the point?

In the end…it’s to late

Okay so don't freak out cirtain people. it's not like i'm suisidle or anything, and I still am a christian and I still love god. just cuz i wright some sad poetry does not mean I'm some goth freak who  hates god. I wright happy poetry too. I just usually end up wrighting when I'm sad or mad. I just wanted to make sure that I was clear with everyone and no one thought I was wrighting about somthing else. I usually wright about how god helped me through thoes hard times. Just wanted to make sure I was clear.

Here is another poem.

My Computer Died This Morning

My computer died this morning

He just left me with-out warning

I don't know what I'll do with-out him

For I really am so bored

I feel as though

He did not care

That I would have nothing left to do

I can not surf the web

Or check my E-Mail with-out you

He was so mean

Just to leave

With-out even saying good-bye

We will have to get a new one

I really don't know why

All computers are the same

They never say good-bye

But I guess I'll wait

And wait And wait

To get a new computer

Then I can check my E-Mail

And I think I'll name him LUTHER!

                  Mary

Behind These Eyes

Behind these eyes are Tears

That you`ll never see

Behind these eyes is a Song

That you`ll never hear

behind these eyes

There`s Fear

Behind these eyes is a Kiss

That you`ll never receive

 Behind these eyes is Joy

That will all be in vain

Behind these eyes

There`s Pain

Behind these eyes there`s Hatred

That you`ll never tell of

Behind these eyes is love

That you`ll never feel

Behind these eyes

There`s something real

Behind these eyes

Is what you`ll never understand

Mary

A Need To Be Saved

Why do I keep doing this to my self?

I don`t know how to stop

It hurts so hard

Yet I go on

And never stop

To think

That You love me

I don`t have to let myself go

I don`t have to do

What so many did before me

 can I save myself?

From this nightmare

That I`ve been living for so long?

Too long...

I can`t stop!

I need help

But it`s no where to be found

I need some love

From above

I need to look around

To see if anyone

Anyone

Is out there

To be with me

To stay by my side

To guide me

to love me

There`s too much hate

I can`t get out of this place!

To somewhere safe

To somewhere safe

I need Your love!

All I have to do

Is call Your name

Then why wont I?

Why wont I leave this place?

*~Broken Rose~*

Beautiful

Beautiful

Everyone wants to be it 

But few know what it truly is 

They think it`s jugged by size or clothes

And not by who it is

Such a cursed word

Yet everybody loves it

They think that it's something

"Oh so special"

But don`t know how to act it

To be "Beautiful"

Is from the inside out

Not the other way around

It`s not your clothes

It`s not your body

It`s not you hair

It`s only........You

And you are

Beautiful

In

Every

Single

Way

Who cares about them

Just be your self

And always remember

We love you till the end

Our Beautiful, Beautiful, Friend

*~Broken Rose~*

Roses


Roses colored Black

For Love and for Death

Roses colored Black

Will never leave your side

A Rose the color Black

From my True Love was a gift

The Black was for my sin

And the Rose was just for Him

The thorn from the stem

Was placed upon His head

My True Love had to Die

For me to truly Live.

*~Broken Rose~*

Darkness.
In the dark I find safety, yet I am terrified.
In the dark I am happy, yet I am depressed.
In the dark, I speak.
In the dark I am surrounded by friends, yet I am lonly.
In the dark it is peaceful, yet I am on edge.
In the dark I listen.
In the dark I am right, yet I am always wrong.
In the dark I am sure of my self, yet it never feels right.
In the dark I walk.
In the dark I am near, yet I am so far away.
In the dark I am brave, yet I am still so scared.
In the dark I see.
In the dark I do everything,
In the dark I hear, in the dark I know, I talk, I care, I feel, I sing, I dance, I laugh, I live, I love, I scream!
In the dark........
I believe

*~Broken Rose~*

Iwrote this poem Febuary 16. There is a family at are church and the girl really needs prayer even though it was a little while ago, she`s still struggling with what happened. Febuary 14  the girl`s boy-friend was on a cliff with some friends and got too close to the edge and the ground gave way. The drop was approxamentaly 70 feet. They got him stableized, but I guess he took a turn for the worst and went to heaven 3:00 Wednesday morning. she REALLY needs your prayer!!

He Was Too Young


How could you do this to me?
Why did you leave me alone?
I can`t do this
I cant manage this all on my own
I just don`t see
Why you had to leave me
You were too young
You had so much left to live for
If only you could have stayed
Just a little longer
Just a little longer
I miss you
I need you
I loved you...I still do
LORD help me be strong
Help me carry on
Be the shoulder I need
To lean on
He was just...too...young

*~Broken Rose~*

Tears Are Diamonds When They Say "I Love You"

I try to hold them back
I don't want to let you go
It`s so hard to find out
That you don`t love me anymore
Why did you hurt me?
Where is the fun in that?
I thought you were
The One
I thought you were my
True Love
I didn`t want to admit it
You were my
Heart and Soul
But threw me out
To the street
I don`t know how
I ever loved you
I gave you my heart
I gave you my all
Yet you turned your back
You let me fall
What happened?
You said you`d wait
My tears were diamonds
When they said "I love you"
And now they burn with Hate

*~Broken Rose~*

With a heart made of stone
And a soul filled with dirt
A spirit worth nothing
Yet You took my hurt

I stared in Your eyes
And You stared in mine
You took me in your arms
And You never let go

You died on the Cross
To save me from sins
And you help me fight
The demons within

You are my joy
My hope and my strife
Every time I remember
I start to cry

Your tears are my love
Your blood is my life
I love You forever
Your the point of my life

ECHOS
You here them in the air
Bouncing off the walls
From the floor to the ceiling
They jump....and then they fall
They copy what you say
The mock you in every way
They cant talk till you talk
So you have the choice
You can go around silently
Or you can choose to use your voice
Just beware
They show up
In the strangest of all places
They love to mock
How you talk
And they never show there faces
There not the voices in your head
They are the only thing that you dread
So watch what you say
For they will always know
How? You say
They are the ECHOS

*~Broken Rose~*