what type of poetry do you enjoy the most?

[haunted milkshake]

Broken Doll

I killed her
She killed me
with one gracefull swish
I lay on the ground
now we lay, in peace (peices)
I cry, I cry sweet tears of red
now we lay, now we lay
my heart beats so slow
my eyes, they blurr
I'm blind now
all I hear is my breathing
it slowly goes away
now it is time
we play a new game
play...
play...
how the tables have turned
now I am loosing
now we are fading
just close your eyes
it will be over soon
wait for surprize
I wounder what it will be?
maybe a toy?
wonders in machinery
maybe a pet?
wonder how it will bleed
perhaps a new doll
I'll pretend it is you
and play...
and play...
until you break
the glass has shattered
in my clean white room
it was so nice
now it is gone, crushed
that was my sanity
I cannot breathe
you have broken me
my own little toy
has now played its own key, in my new song
how bad you naughty kid
as I fall down...
my toy, it is laughing
with all my strength
I push it off the counter
and listen to the sweet sound of it breaking
now we are both broken
lie in our broken glass
that was once our skin
but now lays as trash
we are no good
throw us away
but remember that you
have just started my game  

[XxKitty_of_DeathxX]

you screamed but i didn't hear
you cried out for help but i wasn't near
and now my concence is the opposite of clear

every day my life goes on
while yours is dead and gone
i beat my self till i bleed
for not getting to you
in time to stop the evil deed

i feel guilty
its my fault
i cant get through this
you are dead and im alive

millions of pounds are on my shoulders
i know im going under
from the pain and guilt and regret
that i hadn't gotten to you yet
i pushed and pushed on my way

but i came to late
there you lay
on the ground
naked bleeding and dead
i crumpled on the ground beside your head
i cried and cried

if only i was there
if only i could have gotten there faster
but that stupid basterd go to you be for me
now im in complete misery

i cant believe i was to late
and that in itself made your fate  

[Angel of the End]

This was not written by me, and it is not a poem... it is a song.

The way that I used to walk with you is gone
But still, I always walked with you, I wonder if I'll ever be able to meet
you
The snow falls gently on a hill
Even though I can't reach you, I understand
The flower in your room that you loved is now...
The day of last years final snow
The promises that were hard to exchange
When I remember them, they melt, and spill from my hands
The snow falls gently on a hill
Even though I can't reach you, I understand
The flower in your room that you loved is now...
All alone by the window, just staring at the snow
While remembering you, seeing you in the glass
I give you a final kiss
Come on, smile, don't cry anymore
From here on, I'll always be watching you
The snow falls gently on a hill
Even though I can't reach you, I understand
The flower in your room that you loved is now...
A light that quietly begins to color the inside of the town white
You saw the season's final colors
The sound of the tears that fell is cruel isn't it
You saw the season's final colors
The four seasons, and your colors, will soon vanish
The snow melts, and flowers bloom on the street corner
The "colors" that you saw, softly begin to melt
The day of this years final colors
(A single flower on the street corner
When I look up into the sky, the final snow melts from my hand)  

[Angel of the End]

Again, this one was not written by me, and it is not a poem, it is a song... but all these are so poetic, they do not need any music or anything else than just words on paper to be worth more than gold.


from the window the ever unchanging cherry blossoms
flutter flutter flutter flutter and dance in the breeze

today, too, my conciousness fades away
who are you? I cannot remember anything
my tears overflowed and fell
onto your hand clutching mine reassuringly

your unending stream of tears told me something
for some reason the scent of you brings memories...
surely I will lose my life all alone, in this room
these flowers that no-one can find...

the flowers fall quickly, swaying in the breeze this white hospital room blows with the breeze

the pain building up day by day
you held my thinning, ugly body close to you

at my time of death, there's one special person I remembered
tomorrow I'll become ashes, return to dust
from the window I can see the cherry blossoms beneath those cherry blossoms I want to sleep
wrapped in warmth in your hand....
they carry me quietly from room 304
so that I will never forget you

from here on, I sway in the breeze, together with the cherry blossoms, remembering you

fluttering fluttering
fluttering fluttering