Poems by Fangs-OX for:Alice House

Okay here's my poem about Bella cliff diving:

Jumping,
For your voice.
I can't see you,
I now have no choice.
Diying for your lust,
It was you I thought could trust.
Drowning for your face,
without you I have no place.

This is about Jacob:

Wow she's gotten really bad,
Since he left she's been so sad.
Lost some weight and barely slept,
I guess she broke the promess un- kept.
Does she want me I'll never know,
I'll give her time and and make her show.
We'll be friends, and maybe more,
She after all came to my door.
Quil and Embry can't stop their smile,
she hasn't been here for a while.
What braught this on was it me,
No she still lvoes him it couldn't be.
I get black and she gets red,
I guess it's without him she'd ratehr be dead.
I wnat to hold her hand so bad,
She's my obsession the new explicit Fad.

those are really really good.
great job.
make more!

The Hole.

You thought I'd be fine, but only time could tell.
It toulk a matter of seconds for my heart to swell.
You thought I'd forget you and live on with my life.
You thought I 'd live on, someday be a wife.
Have plenty of children, and mayby a dog.
Mary Mike Newton, and get a great job.
But I walk alone feeling no pain,
I had to let the numbness get to my brain.
To keep me from bursting, from fighting with life.
To keep me from finding you, to not feel the knife.
That didn't cut my wrists, but a whole in my heart,
The one that was corrupted, at the begining, the start.
It was you who held me tight in your arms,
But now with out that I'm closer to harm.
Thinkign you'd help me you fled far away,
Telling me I'd never see you, not again not even oen day.
So I searched for the reason, other than the truth,
But I couldn't believe it, I mean this photograph is proof.
Proof of your egsistance, proof of your soul,
But if I ever saw it, it would open that hole.
The one deep inside me, saved for only you,
The pain that it braught me, if you only new.

Hope you like it, I need your critisisme!!

WOW um, teach me!
That is too good....
Where did you learn that?

I taught myself how to right poems in grade 5, I would writ elike these ppathetic goth poems that I thouroghly look dow on at the moment...Damn they were ohrrible.

I made one for Mike! Here it goes...

Mike, oh Mike. My favorite friend.
With wandering smiles, and hugs to lend.
You may be a marshmallow but in my heart you're strong,
Jacob's got nothign on you, and he was totally wrong.
When Edward left you toulk your chance,
You probably got naked and did a happy dance...
Your mom's surberban, your fathers store,
Savign yourself for Bella, when you could easily score.
Mike, oh, mike. My favorite friend.
We could be a team in badminton, but until then I'll just pretend.

Ok me and my 3 friends went shopping today on Queen street. We weren`t suposed to go past the brige cuttign off Quee Street Westbut we ended up going all the way to the Much building. I`m sure most of you live in the US but I live in Toronto, Canada. Muhc if any of you have ever watched it, is a music chanel and the big building is on Queen street witch is downtown. So i wrote a poem aboutt oday.

Snow brims the sidewalks of March`s newest nite. Sunlight streaming down the sky eclipsing the world with light. Going into paint shops and thrift stores all day long. Trying on Prom dresses is where we all belong. Juliouse in sweatpants and screen silk hoodies hang up. Going into Urban palanet, we will not give up. Looking for some leggings, and convers to go with. I found some yellow spotted ones, there shoes you cannot miss. Looking for Tim Degan, he must be away. Where is Devan Soltendike, I guess will coem another day. Walking 7 miles in our boots and coats. Getting buying frilly tank tops and totally rettro totes. Running away from mental passients taking longer strides. Some guy gave me the nod quick we have to hide!

Haha, good times, good tiem s ForbiddenFruit.