Ahem. Before you read this, please keep in the mind that I am deaf and USUALLY I rarely write poems because I am rarely happy with them- Hearing peoples are better at poem than deaf peoples, but hey, that didn't stopped me from trying. When I feel like it, I write it. Simple. Now, enjoy a few of my best poems according to me.

But please be soft on me- remeber, I am deaf, and usually deafs aren't good at poems.
Enjoy.



Alone and Lonely

Oh, So alone,
All by myself,
With no one to talk with,
With no one to cuddle with,
With no one to smile with...
I'm so lonely....

It all started on a warm day,
That fareful day,
That horrible day,
One day I'll never forget,
Ever,
The day where I'm killed.

Oh, So alone,
All by myself,
With no one to talk with,
With no one to cuddle with,
With no one to smile with...
I'm so lonely....

All my friends turned up on me,
Using me,
Reject me,
Used me as a object,
Yet I didn't say nothing.
To be lonely is the worst,
The worst ever,
Thing ever.

I'm dead,
And no one cares for me.
Alone,
Lonely,
I shall be forever be alone.

Oh, So alone,
All by myself,
With no one to talk with,
With no one to cuddle with,
With no one to smile with...
I'm so lonely....

Been used,
Been rejected,
I accept to get in the car,
My last living day,
For I shall get killed.

So here I am,
As a ghost,
To forever wander in that house,
Old, broken house,
To be never happy.

Oh, So alone,
All by myself,
With no one to talk with,
With no one to cuddle with,
With no one to smile with...
I'm so lonely....

I can't leave the place,
For my name isn't cleared up.
My killer died in a car accident,
Because of that,
I can't left the place....
I, like the others,
Are forced to wander forever.

Broken,
Alone,
Lonely,
I shall never know happyness,
I shall never know true friendship,
I shall never hug my mother,
Because I'm doomed to wander forever.....

.....BY ALL MYSELF.....

Oh, So alone,
All by myself,
With no one to talk with,
With no one to cuddle with,
With no one to smile with...
I'm so lonely....



Loving killer

Hey, I'm handsome.
Hey, I'm smart.
Hey, I'm all you would dream of.
Hey, I can be anyone.
Hey, you won't suspect me.
Hey, I'm the perfect person!

I found my soulmate.
Hey, it's you!
You're so beautful,
With that sliky hair of yourself,
Those gitterings eyes,
That perfect smile!
Your body is created by a god!

Hey, I have many soulmates,
Who'll be always,
Always,
Forever,
Be my soulmate.
Hey, no one suspect me!

Hey, I'm handsome.
Hey, I'm smart.
Hey, I'm all you would dream of.
Hey, I can be anyone.
Hey, you won't suspect me.
Hey, I'm the perfect person!

Past tangled in webs of darkness,
No one suspect that handsome man.
Oh no, no, no,
No one will,
And never will,
Suspect me.
Oh no, no, no.

I can't let someone take you away,
Make you vanish,
I can't let you be gone,
For you're mine,
Forever.

Hey, I'm handsome.
Hey, I'm smart.
Hey, I'm all you would dream of.
Hey, I can be anyone.
Hey, you won't suspect me.
Hey, I'm the perfect person!

With a gesture,
I make you mine,
For forever.
You can't espace,
For you're mine.....
And no one will steal you.

They can show your picture,
Calling you by your sweet name,
Crying for you,
Talking for you,
But by the time they'd discovered it,
We'll be long gone by then.
Oh yes, you and me,
Among my other soulmates!

Hey, I'm handsome.
Hey, I'm smart.
Hey, I'm all you would dream of.
Hey, I can be anyone.
Hey, you won't suspect me.
Hey, I'm the perfect person!

Oh no, no, no,
They can't steal you,
For I have,
With a gesture,
Make you mine....

....FOR FOREVER....



Poem of Insanity

I'm Insane.
I Have A Broken Mind.
My Thoughts Are Mixed.
I Walk That Fine Line.
Reality, Or It's In My Head?
I Can't Tell.
What If......
They're Real?
Or Are They Just.....
A Part of my Mind?

My Memories,
Broken Memories,
Mixed, Broken, Tattered,
I Can't Tell Who Is Where.
Are They Real?
Or Are They Just A Part Of My Mind?
Are They Mine?
Or Did I Make Them Up?

They Don't Know.
I Didn't Told.
And Never Will.
They Can See It.
They Can Sense It.
They Can Smell It.
They Can Touch It.
But They Ignore It.

So Here I Am,
Talking To Myself,
In My Own Little World.
My Own World,
Where I'm A Slave,
A Mindless Slave,
To My broken Mind.
No One Pay Any Attention.

I Don't Want To.
Yet I Do.
Is It That Hard?
Or They Just Don't Want To?
I Scream For Help,
I Bit The Hand That Helps Me.
I Don't Want To.
Yet I Do.
What Do I Want?
I Want To.....
They'll Notice Me....
For Them To Left Me Alone.

But They Won't.
They Won't Left Me Alone.
But They Won't.....
Help Me.

These are good, but they're awful sad. You okay?

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These are good, but they're awful sad. You okay?

Oddly, yeah. I am just darned good at making sad poems...


In my first poem...in my town, there's a lonely and misunderstood 10-year old boy. Has no real friend- and is almost always sad. One day, he suddenly vanished. The last time he was seen is when he got in someone's car. Police founded his body three months later...but all what they have is a murdered boy and no real suspect- but there's someone who's part-suspected- but he died in a car accident just two day after the discovery of the corpse.
I wrote this poem in honner of that boy.

The rest of the poem comes from me... from my brain, from my inspration.