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Post by ExtraCheeZ on Sept 25, 2005 1:09:22 GMT -5
Britney said; open a poetry thread. Here it is, post your shiz.
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Post by Bloodcast_Wench on Sept 25, 2005 12:53:57 GMT -5
Suicide (how original) This is what I feel like, Taking me from my life, Softly cutting my wrist.
Ending the fight Ending your lies Ending my fears
Mum Dad, I thought you loved me, But all you could do was yell That I was not worth it and nothing was positive to tell
Burn in hell You betrayed me I hate you
I grab the knife Ready my wrist Make it a fist
Blood drips down on the floor I don’t care about it anymore
This is what I feel like Commiting suicide I want to die Goodbeye Here I stand, here I lie I was little, you were singing to me a sweet lullaby Dad you gleamed with pride Never knowing what would come of my life A living hell
All you could do but making me feel rejected I never did it right So I denied to fight I didn’t want to I couldn’t
Neither did I compare to your beliefs I was a stranger A black sheep
So you yelled at me filthy stupid child You’re insane and drive me mad Am I really that bad? What did I do to give you the right? To yell at me, making me feel like commiting suicide? I don’t care about the both of you anymore
To you I’m a freak A filthy Borderliner Just a sin and waste of time Don’t worry I’ll grant you the wish, it’s fine. I’ll kill myself Goodbeye [/i][/center] ~*~My Saint Anger~*~ The anger builds up within I know to you I’m a sin....
Blood, Fury and rage Saint Anger has showed her face You better steer clear For it’s not me, but the beast
I don’t care I don’t respect All you did to me was reject and ignored my feelings after you beat me
I feel the beast awake My body starts to tremble and shake as you yell at me
To you, I’m worthless Just an annoying piece of Let me make you clear I’m far from that, I’m coming near
I’m madly in anger with you I’m seething with rage towards you
I smell your fear, You don’t know what to do You beg for mercy but I reject You remain to protest as I return what you did to me
No more mercy No more pain.It’s over now, Saint Anger has avenged [/i] ~~Hollow Tears~~ The rain clatters like bricks on the window The same feeling I share, feeling hard but hollow
Leave me to cry I want to die I don’t want to remember What you did to me was all but kind
You kept hitting me and yelling Blood mingled with my tears So many times I prayed to God for Redemption But all he did was sending you back to me
So I cry hollow tears Despair and hate towards myself grows. Hollow tears streak my scars As a bitter comfort But I know, you are still here, You will come back to torture me [/i] Chains I'm chained, Chained to the wall I don't care anymore, I'm about to fall, Deep down, I might feel, but on the surface there's nothing left to see
I'm scarred, Scarred on all sides you think I'm hurt but I'm all numb, I've cut myself just to feel, just to be, to be real,
I'm so alone, I feel so hollow, I'm borderline, from dark to light, from full to hollow,
I'm like a bottle, I'm like a vase, fill it with water, then look at me......
I'm all stone, You can't see what I think or feel Al there once was in me is gone...... I'm chained, so chained, choking myself with the burden of myself I'm all alone, nothing is left to be done so nothing shall be done [/center][/i]
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Post by Hunessai on Oct 2, 2005 2:23:16 GMT -5
I love re-using homework.
The One Not Seen I can gaze on thee for but a second, Thy beauty consumes my mind whole. If thou would only have beckoned, Thou would have had my body and soul.
Now I can not touch thee, For thou art with another. I dare not go on my knee For it would enrage my brother.
There is one choice before me- To live as a hermit in the wood, Secretly pining for my darling pea. But this would bring no good.
I am set to leave this place, So I may forget your flawless grace.
Computer Love My one true love is here with me, She stays in this place every night. From this outlet she can not flee, And her lovely monitor always glows bright.
She gently whispers in my ear, When my hand rubs her mouse, 'You'll always love me, won't you dear?' 'Your slick keyboard is my one true spouse.'
When she is sick with virus or worm, I cure her as would a doctor. Her upkeep requires full-term, As I am her only proctor.
My life is hers to waste, I shall never feel human embrace.
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Post by Cortana on Oct 3, 2005 11:59:38 GMT -5
Whispering promises, lifting secrets and dreams, hopes and prayers, carrying greetings, kissing with a breath of salty ocean, grassy field, a taste of the sky, flushing my cheeks, stroking my hair, dancing, singing, laughing, playing, running through the leaves, embracing me, filling me, stealing away my breath and setting my soul free.
Freezing the depths of my soul, dragging off bleeding leaves as dying soldiers, branches as sabres, coughing with a decaying breath of city fog, of poisoned Gulf, a taste of desolation, howling in misery through the death in the treetops, seeking to unsettle and usurp, lurking, stooping, biting, stinging, screaming, chilling my being, stealing away my warmth, and yet setting my soul afire.
And 'tis gone, a love borne and a love lost. Not a visible mark, but a wounded spirit.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 4, 2005 0:28:42 GMT -5
Goth Poem:
I just want to die will you take the knife and stab? please, just one quick thruse
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Post by bendak on Oct 4, 2005 10:28:23 GMT -5
Okay I guess its time to take a trip down memory lane. These are two of the many poems my ex gf wrote for me while we were together... All I'll Ever Need By Lily
I believe that our love is as true as can be and I hope you realize how in the world as much you mean to me. When I sleep, figments of you is all I could see you've opened up and began a whole new world for me and you've truly set my heart out and your love is something I would never doubt. No one can destroy the love I feel for you and with any struggles I know together we can always seem to get through although no one will even till the end of time make out exactly how I feel just know every moment I spend with you are the most wondrous times of my life and nothing's ever been as real. Nothing builds me up to be happier then to know that we're together and I just long for every minute used up with you could hold out forever. Every time I'm near you, I never want to leave but making it last with you is something I'm going to have to achieve nobody will ever compare to the ravishing skies you bring and loving you this much induces such a astounding blissful thing. What I see in you is something I've never seen in anyone before and I know that day after day my love will grow more and more I don't ever wanna make the mistake of allowing you to just slip away I pray to God everyday hoping that you too will continually wanna stay and if for some reason I'm feeling some heartache through the night I know from the profundities of my heart that I'll still be alright because throughout my whole life all I needed was someone just like you and your love and nothing more.
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Post by bendak on Oct 4, 2005 10:29:58 GMT -5
This one was from when I was first getting to know her, and I found out she used to cut herself...of course I got her to stop though. I was the only person she told. A Shoulder I Could Learn To Lean On By Lily
I was always told to smile and to not worry about so many things or even care to accept things the way they are now because life isn't always fair. The problem was I did care, and couldn't always accept things the way they were right because that's just me. And nobody really understands or could see. I cared about everything and in this life of mine I felt so alone. I needed to find answers to the unknown. On the inside I was being torn apart. I had no one to tell because what's there to say about a hurting heart? What is there to say about an unhappy world? When everyone expects you to be the perfect girl. What is there to say about a miserable vicinity? I didn't know a person who actually seemed to care, a person to try and see what's wrong.. or take pity. Sure I looked happy, just to please the people I was surrounded by. But within the clothes I wear was a secret I surely denied. With every red beaded line, I would sigh in such a calm relief. And every face I saw, was a sign of disbelief. I didn't cry when I was hurt, angry, or upset...instead I cut. I couldn't tell a friend or a family member because I knew that no one would keep their mouth shut. Somehow even though I was suffering, I couldn't seem to feel the pain. I wanted to feel the anger and depression that I could never explain. Complex emotions leaked from my flesh in the form of blood, rather than tears that would fall from others eyes. No one could see the pain behind the mask, the tears that I would hold back, because of my disguise. My secret kept me safe and made me feel so secure. It made me feel so aware of myself and so sure. The world seemed to slow down. Yet nothing felt to be turning about or around. Not only did I hide behind this disguise, but some overall excuse. I abused myself, and the feeling of being so aware and sure changed to being confused. No one knew about the war that was going on inside of my soul. But with this blade in my hand, I finally felt like I was in control. I oversaw the idea of having to put more weight on the blade against my wrist to stop all my depression forever. And never again would I have to deal with the anger or hurt again, never. But not ever did I try doing that because deep inside of me I knew there was at least some people who cared if I was dead. But I decided to keep going ahead. Cutting had been a release, an ephemeral exhale, a brief hope that I could make it hurt enough to let out the pain. Because I was stupid enough to think it would make me smile again. Not some fake smile everyday, but one so real. I wanted to make myself bleed and then watch myself heal. I wanted to be in control of a war I fought by myself inside. But no longer could I deny this or hide. I guess the people we want to be here for us will never notice or care. But the people that have always been here we never notice are there. But now I realize... That the person I could trust most is right before my eyes. I had to let someone know, what was happening, and I guess I'm happy that I'm not gone. Because the person I told....was someone I could have faith in and who's shoulder I could learn to lean on.
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Post by Twitchmonkey on Oct 7, 2005 2:03:00 GMT -5
Damn! The emo burns me! I need to insert my signature insanity into this:
Ode to a Weasel
I am, the master of the universe – and all it came to be. The furry creatures prosperate and all bow down to me. Construction on the chasm has begun but now it fails to last, at least the bridge is taken down the freedom turns me crass. When I look upon my lovely kingdom only one thing still remains, the more the tell me, the more they see me, the less I are insane.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 11, 2005 21:58:33 GMT -5
about my friend Matt:I got skillz cuz I'm on different pillz I run into windmillz I got looks that killz
I want some candy wouldn't that be dandy? I wish I were a girl named Mandy That would come in handy
I'd have big hooters to save me from the looters and military recruiters plus I love clean tooters
Metallica is good I get morning wood I have a hood and wear it, I should
to hide my face it's a disgrace nose is outta place I'll hit you with a suitcase
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Post by Cortana on Oct 12, 2005 19:53:54 GMT -5
Why would you want to be a Mandy? I've been one all my life. It's not helped me at all.
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Post by Hunessai on Oct 12, 2005 19:56:10 GMT -5
I always thought that Mandy was a neat name.. why not?
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I like hookers
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Post by Twitchmonkey on Oct 12, 2005 20:00:47 GMT -5
It's like candy, but it starts with man, so it's man candy, so Attrebus is named Mandy?
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 12, 2005 20:02:43 GMT -5
I meant my friend wants to be mandy. He acts like a woman a little to well, and Mandy is the closest To matt I could think of
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Post by Cortana on Oct 12, 2005 20:20:01 GMT -5
Well, it's technically Amanda. I hate it when people call me Mandy. Guess we're all cool, then. Attrebus can have Mandy, and I'll be Cortana.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 12, 2005 20:20:48 GMT -5
Amanders
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Post by Cortana on Oct 12, 2005 20:27:46 GMT -5
What? That didn't rhyme, by the way.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 12, 2005 20:28:06 GMT -5
I know, but it rhymes with Bananers
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 12, 2005 21:15:10 GMT -5
Boys are so cold They speak without meaning The only time they talk is in their sleep And girls are a bore Their touch without feeling Their secrets always far too grim to keep And up until now You've lived in their shadows trying hard to please them But they'll never see And they'll never hear you...tonight
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Post by Cortana on Oct 12, 2005 21:27:15 GMT -5
That's really good! Great rhythm, it could be a song.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 12, 2005 21:28:10 GMT -5
it is a song
but I edited parts of it for a spin off song...
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Post by Cortana on Oct 12, 2005 21:42:52 GMT -5
I'm good.
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Oct 12, 2005 21:43:37 GMT -5
lmao
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Nov 22, 2005 18:24:35 GMT -5
My Life
This is the beginning of the end As my life turns around the bend Nearly 20 and still a kid at heart Ha-ha, look at him he made a fart! See what I mean?
I’m getting old and can’t reverse The life of me that wasn’t rehearsed How I wish to be a kid again Making fun of parts on men Doesn’t that sound fun?
Growing facial hair faster than a beast No longer the baby I was, at least I’d love to be 5 or 6 Playing those innocent little tricks Remember how fun those were?
Anger and Sorrow fill me now Becoming old and wrinkled, WOW! I don’t want that to happen, please god make it stop I just wanna go back to eating IHOP Weren’t those pancakes great?
Taxes and Jobs don’t sound like fun Neither does being a cliché pun I want to be alive To be free and thrive Don’t you wanna too?
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Post by Cortana on Nov 22, 2005 19:21:21 GMT -5
I like the ends of the stanzas!
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Post by Samurai Slayer on Nov 22, 2005 19:24:00 GMT -5
Wewt! I know
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