Live and Let Die . . . A Poem a Day

Life a book of faith, Love a tangled rose

A book is written out your future already known

Love is but a flower of that the lover picks

Until the sharp thorn rips and cries in shame

Life's book must b burned so you my write your own

Love's rose will wilt and die with time

Nothing lasts forever like the book or the flower

Life and love live and let die

nothing can last forever unless you make it you must try hard for something you want or else it will fail. I wrote this after my boyfriend of 4 months broke up with me  

Cold Collection Poem 2 A Poem A day

It sinks like a ship into the water

Dreary like a sad, sad song

Some call its name by cold collection

Others say its called depression

Like a storm cloud over the city

A song that no longer has a rhyme

This is a weight over my body

I carry the world on my every weakening shoulders

Some call its name by cold collection 

Others say its called depression

The day I wrote this I was not the happiest person in the world. I do not remember exactly what went on that particular day all i know is I was sad. Cold collection is my version of depression in not quite a strong word. there is not much to say about this particular poem the only thing I can say is it is about depression. 

Storm Clouds,. . .Poem 1 a poem a day

Eyes are clouds tears are rain

In many ways they are the same

When heavy storms roll down my face 

I think of what I have to chase

A dream a hope I long to find

Hopeless should be left behind

I can't count the many rain drops fall

When heavy storm clouds come to call

Help to blow the storms away

And in your arms I hope to stay

This poem "Storm Clouds" I wrote when I was crying. I was crying because I was alone, and lonely. I had just met a new guy who cared about me a lot but he was away at the time, and I was just upset about life, I had just gotten yelled at about something stupid again, and needed someone to talk to. No one would answer so I let out my emotion into this poem, and through crying. I described the tears through the rain, and how I so badly wanted someone to talk to to cheer me up and help me stop crying.

ok to get distracted

I am a writer. I am a writer of poetry. Poetry is my freedom of speech mixed with emotion and depression. I spill my emotions to the paper and my heart to the words. if I'm in love I write about it, if I'm sad I jot it down. all my writing is sad and power full. This is my blog I will show you all my poems and give and in depth explanation of all of them. comment what every you want weather you like it or not. Oh and if you were wondering me name is Elizabeth. :)