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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>This is my second blog. I made it for my poems I write. I am always looking to improve them so don’t ever hold back! Tell me your honest opinion! I will try to post at least one once a day!</description><title>Writing is my drug</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @thewritinghasjustbegun)</generator><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/48b467a1e4a9c096be588491b09e65b0/tumblr_mf7wsbQREr1qi1tdwo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/38399467303</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/38399467303</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2012 14:29:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b611f16eed04f4c2c4840870f539a183/tumblr_mf7s2jaPao1qi1tdwo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/38399456639</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/38399456639</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2012 14:29:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>In Caged</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I live in fear&lt;br/&gt;
To this very day&lt;br/&gt;
Thanks to the men&lt;br/&gt;
Who sent me away&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The days are cold&lt;br/&gt;
The nights are freezing&lt;br/&gt;
We all have lice&lt;br/&gt;
There is no dreaming&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Only nightmares live here&lt;br/&gt;
During day and night&lt;br/&gt;
There is no escape now&lt;br/&gt;
There will be no knight&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;No one to save us&lt;br/&gt;
From this horrible zoo&lt;br/&gt;
No one to explain&lt;br/&gt;
This world is very new&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;They burn the bodies&lt;br/&gt;
Or toss them in ditches&lt;br/&gt;
They call the men kikes&lt;br/&gt;
And the women bitches&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now since the war is over&lt;br/&gt;
I have no where to go&lt;br/&gt;
I really just want to die&lt;br/&gt;
Or maybe overdose&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If the nazis are gone&lt;br/&gt;
And Hitler is dead&lt;br/&gt;
Then why do I feel&lt;br/&gt;
Like I should be dead?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21126815600</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21126815600</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 23:51:38 -0400</pubDate><category>Hitler</category><category>ww2</category><category>nazis</category><category>Jew</category><category>concentration camp</category><category>poem</category></item><item><title>The Rain</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The rain is beautiful&lt;br/&gt;
The rain is pure&lt;br/&gt;
It represents being clean&lt;br/&gt;
It represents life&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The sky darkens&lt;br/&gt;
The sky turns grey&lt;br/&gt;
It begins to fall&lt;br/&gt;
It begins to wash&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It will wash away the bad&lt;br/&gt;
It will bring back life&lt;br/&gt;
Tears from the heaven&lt;br/&gt;
Tears  for the fallen&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The dead still cry&lt;br/&gt;
The dead still weep&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s for the world to see&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s for you to understand&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The rain has stopped&lt;br/&gt;
The tears have paused&lt;br/&gt;
Only for seconds&lt;br/&gt;
Only to return again&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21004757040</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21004757040</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 23:00:15 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>rain</category><category>the dead</category><category>tears</category></item><item><title>So Excited</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My hearts racing&lt;br/&gt;
I know it’s imminent&lt;br/&gt;
My head is killing me&lt;br/&gt;
Pain only gets worse&lt;br/&gt;
Every time I breathe&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’ll ask God only once&lt;br/&gt;
I won’t do it twice&lt;br/&gt;
Kill me right here&lt;br/&gt;
Kill me right now&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’ve attempted before&lt;br/&gt;
To stop my heart&lt;br/&gt;
I’ve used ropes and razors&lt;br/&gt;
My father owns a gun&lt;br/&gt;
It’s time to put it to use&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It takes no skill&lt;br/&gt;
I know I can do it&lt;br/&gt;
It won’t be hard&lt;br/&gt;
I’ll do it tonight&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’ll make my bed&lt;br/&gt;
Rest my body in it&lt;br/&gt;
Lay for an hour&lt;br/&gt;
Before I wreck it&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I just need one bullet&lt;br/&gt;
It’s going to take one shot&lt;br/&gt;
Ooh i’m getting excited&lt;br/&gt;
Can you tell&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t you understand&lt;br/&gt;
This is big&lt;br/&gt;
I can’t wait!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’ll always stay young&lt;br/&gt;
I’ll never become old&lt;br/&gt;
It’s a dream, I wish&lt;br/&gt;
That will come true!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I’m so happy&lt;br/&gt;
I’ll never feel pain&lt;br/&gt;
It will be so quick&lt;br/&gt;
This is my good bye&lt;br/&gt;
I hope you enjoyed my stay&lt;br/&gt;
I know I didn’t&lt;br/&gt;
Well I guess&lt;br/&gt;
I’ll see you soon&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20760258948</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20760258948</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:56:38 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>fear</category></item><item><title>Counting Hours</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Tick tock tick&lt;br/&gt;
Every second of every minute&lt;br/&gt;
Life goes on&lt;br/&gt;
And never stops&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You are constantly moving&lt;br/&gt;
Forward in time&lt;br/&gt;
You can not redo what is passed&lt;br/&gt;
Your mistakes will always last&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So take deep breaths&lt;br/&gt;
And count the hours&lt;br/&gt;
Till the time comes&lt;br/&gt;
When you can leave&lt;br/&gt;
This awful planet&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21004326452</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21004326452</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:56:24 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>time</category></item><item><title>Life After Death</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The room is dark&lt;br/&gt;
It feels like I&amp;#8217;m blind&lt;br/&gt;
The colors are lost&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s cold inside&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There is no hope&lt;br/&gt;
No way out&lt;br/&gt;
From this room&lt;br/&gt;
What can I do?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can hear noises outside&lt;br/&gt;
The sounds of the world&lt;br/&gt;
Images are in my head&lt;br/&gt;
Ones from a happy place&lt;br/&gt;
From when I wasn&amp;#8217;t dead&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;They mean nothing now&lt;br/&gt;
My world is old&lt;br/&gt;
There is no way back&lt;br/&gt;
No way home&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was promised eternal life&lt;br/&gt;
I was threatened for Hell&lt;br/&gt;
Who would have known&lt;br/&gt;
Neither were true&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So I&amp;#8217;ll be stuck here by myself&lt;br/&gt;
No one else with me&lt;br/&gt;
All alone very alone&lt;br/&gt;
Just with myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20215324956</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20215324956</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:50:37 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>death</category><category>alive</category><category>alone</category><category>darkness</category></item><item><title>Fears</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Everyone has at least one&lt;br/&gt;
They are always there&lt;br/&gt;
Even when you don&amp;#8217;t know&lt;br/&gt;
They wait until you are weak&lt;br/&gt;
They use you to feed&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You can count on them&lt;br/&gt;
Even more then your friends&lt;br/&gt;
They live in your head&lt;br/&gt;
And soon will eat you alive&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You can try to hide&lt;br/&gt;
Or even run away&lt;br/&gt;
But from my experience&lt;br/&gt;
They will never leave&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;No matter how you act&lt;br/&gt;
They will be under your skin&lt;br/&gt;
Pay attention &lt;br/&gt;
For soon you will see&lt;br/&gt;
The worst thing is&lt;br/&gt;
Fearing fear it&amp;#8217;s self&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21004046192</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/21004046192</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:48:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Last Leaf</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The last leaf&lt;br/&gt;
On the old tree&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s been a year&lt;br/&gt;
Since she has died&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She left me here alone&lt;br/&gt;
I miss the way she smiled&lt;br/&gt;
The way she laughed&lt;br/&gt;
When I told a joke&lt;br/&gt;
We always held hands&lt;br/&gt;
And kissed in public&lt;br/&gt;
I was all she wanted&lt;br/&gt;
She was all I needed&lt;br/&gt;
To make it in this world&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I knew her for years&lt;br/&gt;
She was my best friend&lt;br/&gt;
As I was hers&lt;br/&gt;
We talked everyday&lt;br/&gt;
We loved each other&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now she is gone&lt;br/&gt;
I miss her so much&lt;br/&gt;
I am lost without her&lt;br/&gt;
I want her back&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She was beautiful&lt;br/&gt;
Hair that flowed&lt;br/&gt;
Eyes that sparkled&lt;br/&gt;
Her lips were soft&lt;br/&gt;
I told her all the time&lt;br/&gt;
How amazing she looked&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t think&lt;br/&gt;
I can live another year&lt;br/&gt;
Without my girl&lt;br/&gt;
She was my world&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So the last leaf is ready to fall&lt;br/&gt;
This means the end of the year&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s time to start over&lt;br/&gt;
A chance to start off fresh&lt;br/&gt;
But for me&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s just another year&lt;br/&gt;
Without her by my side&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20604139275</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20604139275</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 15:25:18 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>death</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>A Normal Life</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Another day&lt;br/&gt;
Just another hour&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;m going no where&lt;br/&gt;
In this dead end job&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I wake up every morning&lt;br/&gt;
Put on my uniform&lt;br/&gt;
And walk out my door&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The whole ride there&lt;br/&gt;
I can only think about&lt;br/&gt;
What life would be like&lt;br/&gt;
If I were gone&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t care if I were dead&lt;br/&gt;
Or just disappeared&lt;br/&gt;
I would be gone for a long time&lt;br/&gt;
I bet no one would care&lt;br/&gt;
Not even shed a tear&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now I&amp;#8217;m here&lt;br/&gt;
At this dead end job&lt;br/&gt;
No wife&lt;br/&gt;
No kid&lt;br/&gt;
Just an empty life&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Everyone treats me like shit&lt;br/&gt;
At this pointless job&lt;br/&gt;
I serve food to fatties all day&lt;br/&gt;
I get paid nothing&lt;br/&gt;
And tips&lt;br/&gt;
Forget about it&lt;br/&gt;
The people are greedy now&lt;br/&gt;
So stingy with money&lt;br/&gt;
Thanks to this economy&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;By the end of the day&lt;br/&gt;
The last couple hours&lt;br/&gt;
I watch people&lt;br/&gt;
Live there life&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There is always so much drama&lt;br/&gt;
So much crime&lt;br/&gt;
Everyone&amp;#8217;s life is always&lt;br/&gt;
More exciting&lt;br/&gt;
Then mine&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now I&amp;#8217;m tired&lt;br/&gt;
Eyes feel so heavy&lt;br/&gt;
For now all my thoughts&lt;br/&gt;
All my ideas&lt;br/&gt;
Will fade for the night&lt;br/&gt;
And tomorrow will be&lt;br/&gt;
Like every other day&lt;br/&gt;
In my normal life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20271261546</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20271261546</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 01:04:54 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>average</category><category>depression</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>Life after death (review)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I wanted to write a poem on how it would be like after death. I imagined neither Heaven or Hell existed. And what it would be like just to be alone in darkness. When I talk about the sounds and images those were just memories he had before he died. The whole point of this was just to show a scary look on the after life and the idea of being alone forever.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20215354471</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20215354471</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 03:17:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Shit</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a poem&lt;br/&gt;
Not one that tells a story&lt;br/&gt;
Or one about love&lt;br/&gt;
Or any of that shit&lt;br/&gt;
I just got bored&lt;br/&gt;
So I began to write&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t even care&lt;br/&gt;
That this poem doesn&amp;#8217;t rhyme&lt;br/&gt;
Because I suck at rhyming&lt;br/&gt;
And I think it&amp;#8217;s overrated&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m just going to go on&lt;br/&gt;
Until I run out of shit to say&lt;br/&gt;
Yes I called it shit&lt;br/&gt;
Because that&amp;#8217;s all it is&lt;br/&gt;
That&amp;#8217;s all that ever comes out&lt;br/&gt;
From our teen mouths&lt;br/&gt;
No one cares &lt;br/&gt;
About what we say&lt;br/&gt;
Even if it&amp;#8217;s important&lt;br/&gt;
All they say is we complain&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sorry if this rhymed&lt;br/&gt;
I didn&amp;#8217;t mean to rhyme&lt;br/&gt;
It just happened&lt;br/&gt;
So this is the end&lt;br/&gt;
Well almost at least&lt;br/&gt;
You read the shit I had to say&lt;br/&gt;
It wasn&amp;#8217;t much&lt;br/&gt;
It was on the spot&lt;br/&gt;
But I hope this poem&lt;br/&gt;
At least touched a shit piece&lt;br/&gt;
Of your heart&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20155474190</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20155474190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 16:21:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Burnt Memories</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I will burn it down tonight&lt;br/&gt;
All the memories she holds&lt;br/&gt;
All the fear she hides&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve known her since I was young&lt;br/&gt;
My daddy didn&amp;#8217;t build her&lt;br/&gt;
But he sure did destroy her&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All those horrible days&lt;br/&gt;
I just wanted to die&lt;br/&gt;
It started off small&lt;br/&gt;
But as I grew older&lt;br/&gt;
The beatings became more&lt;br/&gt;
I would go to school everyday&lt;br/&gt;
With bruises and marks&lt;br/&gt;
I would tell my friends it was nothing&lt;br/&gt;
And of course they believed the lies&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I will never forget what he did&lt;br/&gt;
I wish I could&lt;br/&gt;
Instead I&amp;#8217;ve been scarred&lt;br/&gt;
Everyday was a new painful memory&lt;br/&gt;
I would put a brave face on&lt;br/&gt;
During the day&lt;br/&gt;
When the stars appeared&lt;br/&gt;
The sobbing begun&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So one day I had enough&lt;br/&gt;
I grabbed the kitchen blade&lt;br/&gt;
I woke him up&lt;br/&gt;
And with a stab&lt;br/&gt;
I put him to sleep&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Tonights the night&lt;br/&gt;
I burn it all away.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20154055719</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20154055719</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 23:20:12 -0400</pubDate><category>poem</category><category>abuse</category><category>childhood</category><category>beating</category></item><item><title>The Forgotten Girl</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You can tell&lt;br/&gt;
By the scars on her wrist&lt;br/&gt;
The way she does her makeup&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s all for you&lt;br/&gt;
Just for you&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You ignore her everyday&lt;br/&gt;
You try to play cool&lt;br/&gt;
To impress your friends&lt;br/&gt;
But now you realize&lt;br/&gt;
You like her too&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s too late&lt;br/&gt;
The damage is done&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s been a week now&lt;br/&gt;
And she is nowhere to be found&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You see what you&amp;#8217;ve done?&lt;br/&gt;
Her life is ended&lt;br/&gt;
Since you tried to play tough&lt;br/&gt;
Do you feel tough now?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Do you know how she felt&lt;br/&gt;
For a year or two&lt;br/&gt;
She loved you for you&lt;br/&gt;
You are a fool&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Everyday when she woke up&lt;br/&gt;
She hoped you changed&lt;br/&gt;
She threw on a dress&lt;br/&gt;
And hoped you noticed&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;She would write in her journal&lt;br/&gt;
About everyday&lt;br/&gt;
All of it&amp;#8217;s true&lt;br/&gt;
And all of it hurts&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s mostly cause of you&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It was a struggle&lt;br/&gt;
She stayed up all night&lt;br/&gt;
Picking out clothes&lt;br/&gt;
To catch your eye&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But one day she couldn&amp;#8217;t&lt;br/&gt;
She couldn&amp;#8217;t take it anymore&lt;br/&gt;
She didn&amp;#8217;t want to pretend&lt;br/&gt;
Pretend you changed anymore&lt;br/&gt;
So she stayed home drunk&lt;br/&gt;
Drunk with sadness&lt;br/&gt;
She grabbed her fathers gun&lt;br/&gt;
The gun that put the pain away&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I hope you now know&lt;br/&gt;
What you&amp;#8217;ve done&lt;br/&gt;
Who she was&lt;br/&gt;
Who she loves&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20152651253</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20152651253</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 23:01:04 -0400</pubDate><category>love</category><category>death</category><category>poem</category><category>suicide</category></item><item><title>Hayley</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is your poem&lt;br/&gt;
I wrote it for you&lt;br/&gt;
Let us get started&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s from me to you&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hayley you say you&lt;br/&gt;
Have some disorders&lt;br/&gt;
But it&amp;#8217;s okay&lt;br/&gt;
Because you are you&lt;br/&gt;
Even when people&lt;br/&gt;
Tell you what to do.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;You are beauty&lt;br/&gt;
The way you are&lt;br/&gt;
Please do not change&lt;br/&gt;
Do not even starve&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I hope you know&lt;br/&gt;
The world would cry&lt;br/&gt;
If you left today&lt;br/&gt;
I beg you don&amp;#8217;t die&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I know you feel sad&lt;br/&gt;
Most of the time&lt;br/&gt;
So when you do&lt;br/&gt;
Just remember&lt;br/&gt;
I am here for you&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20153038587</link><guid>http://thewritinghasjustbegun.tumblr.com/post/20153038587</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 22:56:54 -0400</pubDate><category>Hayley</category><category>cutandbleed</category><category>poem</category></item></channel></rss>
