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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:32 pm
Type your poetry here and so what others think of it.
Take another glance
What is love in this blinded world of today?
They go through everyone until it’s like an instant replay
They have no care to anyone else but themselves
Then when they get it they hold it with pride upon their shelves
Where is their mind on this average day?
Well, I can tell you one thing that they might do or say
They might tell you things but not express how they truly feel
Or take actions that may not feel right or real
They’ll go out of their way just to play their games of lies
Then when you ask them about it they’ll always deny
Since your heart is set to them you won’t want to accept or realize
What they are doing to you then end up with a big surprise
So I ask you this if you may answer peacefully
Why would you stay with someone if you’re not truly happy?
Why is it worth a broken heart everyday when you can feel anew?
Why is the pain better when you can have your love freely and true?
Don’t just find someone for physical beauty, but what’s inside of them
A rock could be just a rock, but on the inside a shinny new gem
Don’t just settle down and expect you can always change who they are
But find who you really want and who could be your bright shinning star
Theres mine, have fun ^_^
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 10:09 am
thats great!
here's a depressing one I wrote this morning
Tied down by
these lies. Theres
no escape, I am forever
bound. Forced to hear
the crued language that
is uttered by deceit, lying
here, bleeding till no
more can be bled.
This is the end
I would have chosen,
so weak I cannot crawl
to that is Pure. I'm
too consumed by this
Darkness, wounding me,
killing me over time, so
much pain. I cant bear
it anymore.
Tears dont matter,
they aren't seen, sorries
are not spoken, only more
misery is contrived. Seems
like I am under a spell
for bad luck, which despair
always rains down upon me.
Smoting me heavily, killin'
me and won't stop. There never
was such a emotion as love
in my life, nor caring and joy,
only gloom shattering me, and
my own voice screaming in
the dark. Alone.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:39 pm
That is realy good how long have you been writting?
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:52 am
The sky is getting darker and darker every minute. Soon this darkness will turn to eternity. The darkness is now darker than dark. You can't see the hands in front of your face. The feeling of lonelyness is greater than I expected. I am hiding in the darkness from him. He who haunts to kill. Each night I hear the next room cry. He has gotten mad. There is no stoping him now. You can hear the rage in his voice. The cries have gotten louder. The blows they recive, are not as bad as the blows i have recieved. They still leave scars and bruses. The bruses finally fade, but the scars never fade. He has still the rage within him. Though the darkness has surrounded me, only time is left now to save me.
okay this one kinda sucks! but i will post another one later kk?!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:01 am
Everyday it is like a little part of me cries out for help
Help that no one has been able to give me
I try to talk to you, but your never home or
You never take the time to look up to seee my bloody tears
My bloody tears are stainning my favorite shirt
No one seems to hear me
Let alone notice me
Is anyone out there that can hear me, see me, or even try to understand
I didn't think so
My days of living are becoming shorter by the minute
Breathing is so hard for me now
Maybe it's just me, or maybe because they
Say my time is comming closer quicker than they thought
So by the time you read this i may be gone,
Or by the time you read this you maybe able to help
I don't know myself much anymore
I have gone to a place i will never return from
Of course i am scared, but who am i to turn to
there is another one! hope u like it!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:02 am
Julia Mae thats great! here's a depressing one I wrote this morning Tied down by
these lies. Theres
no escape, I am forever
bound. Forced to hear
the crued language that
is uttered by deceit, lying
here, bleeding till no
more can be bled.
This is the end
I would have chosen,
so weak I cannot crawl
to that is Pure. I'm
too consumed by this
Darkness, wounding me,
killing me over time, so
much pain. I cant bear
it anymore.
Tears dont matter,
they aren't seen, sorries
are not spoken, only more
misery is contrived. Seems
like I am under a spell
for bad luck, which despair
always rains down upon me.
Smoting me heavily, killin'
me and won't stop. There never
was such a emotion as love
in my life, nor caring and joy,
only gloom shattering me, and
my own voice screaming in
the dark. Alone.wow! that was amazing! i really like it!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:25 pm
WHy do people only like depressing things it bugs me!!!!!!
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 5:59 pm
prettykitty83105 WHy do people only like depressing things it bugs me!!!!!! because life is depressing...and they can personally relate to pain, everyone goes through it in one way or another, so everyone can relate. AND ITS ALL REALLY GOOD! 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 5:54 am
Servio Memoria prettykitty83105 WHy do people only like depressing things it bugs me!!!!!! because life is depressing...and they can personally relate to pain, everyone goes through it in one way or another, so everyone can relate. AND ITS ALL REALLY GOOD! 3nodding also pain and anger both transend all barriers happiness is a personal state but pain can be felt by anyone. besides i've always felt pain makes a better muise.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 6:04 am
man this one is old, i think like maybe 3 or 4 years. anyway tell me what you think.
Sleeping Giant
by Thomas Coffin AKA Lazarus The Resurected
I am evil made flesh
Conceived in hatred,
Violence, death
I'll rain sulfer down
All over your town
And turn the ground
To fire
You try to hide
From the rage thats inside
You'll wish you'd've died
When I catch you
You inflicted the pain
It drove me insane
Now you'll suffer the same
As the others
It's now your turn to
Feel the pain burn
I have no concern
For you Human
NOW DIE!
Your scream rips the air
With no one to hear
As I shed a tear
In your mourning
For I have calmed down
Looking all around
Seen the bodies in mounds
I drop your corpse to the ground
As I cry.......
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:25 am
I used to, but not so much anymore.
Actually, I am working on something at the moment. If I finish it, I'll post it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:27 am
Here's mine.
To Hell
We are sending them to Hell
We are sending them to Hell
We don't even noice or care
O God, why?
Are our problems greater than their's?
We must think, because we don't care
O God, we are sending them strait to Hell
While this is happening, what are Your people doing?
We are sitting back watching
Not even caring
O God, bring us back to you
O God, I'm on my knees before ou
Help us rise again
We are our own enimies
As we send them to Hell
O God, bring us back to you.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:42 am
lOlLy_PoPs_4_eVeRyOnE I used to, but not so much anymore. Actually, I am working on something at the moment. If I finish it, I'll post it. OK I've finished a little bit of it, but not the whole thing. So I'll put what I have. Just to be warned; I write free-verse, so don't expect it to rhyme. I was asked to write a poem. About what? Why should I? When the flame has gone out and the passion died. A burnt out stump in a heart cracked with ice and laced with fear. They say a rose smells sweet by any name. But what of a Rose where the scent is heavy with choking with pain and black? All brought to an end in misery Frozen in an un-ending winter Yet, within this heart and Rose rises
a second life, a second scent, a second chance.
smoking into a blaze comes forth the fire of a long-dead passion
The heart is warmed and mended.
The cracks wane and fear fades
The rose, when winter has passed
finds itself in bloom again
surrounded by other sweetly scented plants
dripping wet from the dew. Or is it tears?
Who is to say that the winter has not passed?
With the Spring comes new lifeThe bit in red is what I'm still working on.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 6:45 pm
Koigo Blood Red RosesBlood red rose garden pathways of ebony stones Deep red sunset shines. I hear footsteps come Walking through my secret place their death awaits them stand in the shadows watch as they pass my roses my blood red roses He is standing there His back is toward me now looking at a rose Hands touch the petals Shining blood red stains his hand Comprehension dawns Spin around my pray Let me see your face screaming let me see your blood blood red roses drip Ebony stones slick with blood you should not have come ~*~ for anyone who doesn't know: A haiku poem is what you learnd to wright i grade 5. The simple poem that has 5 sylablles, 7 sylablles, then 5 sylablles. They are really easy once you get the hang of it, and they can be lots of fun. I sugjest you try them out. Maybe we should just make a Haiku thread! that would be so fun!! I posted this on the main forum. It from the BTA forum that I'm on. And before that it comes from my poem book that I wright in. I have lots of poems, so yeah. Maybe I'll just post a link if anyone wants it. But yeah, I got one responce, and the person called me emo. Is it really emo?
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 1:19 am
I used to write poetry. Like when people I cared about died. Unfortunately, I'm to insicure to show anyone. So when I write something, I burn it.
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