Hey....I wrote this one when I was feeling intense love for her. Please read and critique.

Inside me

I find you by my side,
When the stars look at me in the night
Dressed as an angel you come,
in my heart-so-dark, and you make it bright

I dream whenever I close my eyes,
Not that I fall asleep so soon
It's you that keeps them closed,
Your face, the beauty that shines like a moon

They say I'm mad I talk to myself,
When all the time I'm talking to you
Every night with you, I travel the worlds,
And feel you softly every morning like a dew

You are inside me, I say, a part of me,
Whom I love each day but no one can see
A lover's deep desire that stays always,
'I'll burn myself into you' - that's what it says.

Any poem suggestions for drama class?

In drama class we have to pick a poem between 2-3 minuets (not a self written one) and read it like a monologue. Any suggestions? I already pulled death poem by Alyssa harris and Birmingham by jasmine mans. But need a few more options. I'm in high school so the material should be appropriate.

Choka poems consist of alternating lines of five and seven syllables and ending with an extra line of seven syllables. The total length of the poem is indefinite.

Dead Eyes?

freedom bells,bells from hell,
turn to bells of hate,
can the madness cut the rope,
before its too late?
nights tossing + turning,
sweating,
waking up empty,
what is wrong?
they know its not me.
to be me or not to be,
Shakespeare meant this,
maybe hell at home,
is what is missed.
rollercoasters derailing,
funhouses destroyed
by deadly fire,
puppet on a string,
dangling,waiting,
for something to transpire.
passions turn to jealous hate,
sinful terror,
the truth is can he,
bear her?
He crawls,knees bloody,
from eyes that cry,
He asks is this life?
That makes you run and hide.
A dead soul is hell,
a dead pen memories,
never being fulfilled,
He's screaming,
knows the end is near,
He's close to being killed!!!!!!!

Skittzo,with help from a friend.

If I had I choice I would
not have died so young,

If I survived my life would not be mine,
I gave it all as a slave,

Satan tricked me as an angel,
Tolerance did not grow now I am not able,

To burn my body while seeking serenity,
the only words in my vocabulary is profanity,

The pain I inflict upon others
is the pain I inflict upon my lovers,

My face faded and came back,
my demons were being attacked,

Now I have left once again,
turned my back on my friends,

I've gone to never return,
in my new home I shall burn,

I hear voices from above,
if they could leave they would,

In the land of flames I can't pretend
I don't feel like I'm dead,

Hurting on the angry throne,
I do not feel any less alone.

I like it. The fact that one is willing to stay in bondage
so their lies are not exposed is an epidemic of of the
world, especially Western world. I like each commanding
line with the caps and no end of line punctuation. This poem
does have some range and upside to add a stanza or two
more, but sometimes less is better. I would work on it but
keep this original of course. Good work.