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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:49 pm
Giving
He gave her a chance;
She gave him pain
He gave her his love;
She gave him the door
He gave her love;
She gave him lies
He gave her his life;
Angels took it back for him
Translation: About a man giving all he had to a woman who apparently didn't give a s**t about him. He committed suicide and the angels took his soul.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:50 pm
Consequences of Intoxication
He's drunk again
She's on her knees
Tears down her cheeks
She pleads and begs for a life
Gun in his hand
Another life is lost
Translation: This can be taken many ways. Depends on how you read it. It can be like a man is drunk, the girl begs for her life, the man kills her. It can be a man is drunk and sad, the woman sees the gun, pleads with him to keep his life, but he commits suicide.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:51 pm
Angel of Darkness
In the darkness,
She comes
In the darkness,
She steals lives
Go to sleep,
Wake up with hospital bands on
What happened?
She marked her victim
One, you're safe
Tow, you're hers
Take it off,
You forfeit life
She flies through the night,
Harvesting the soul she claimed
Try and escape her if you dare
She'll get angry
And kill those around you
The angel of darkness
Comes at night
She's the Grim Reaper
And we are her toys
Translation: This is a variation of the dream I had. In the dream, a blue fairy/nymph flew around, collecting souls and killing people. She picked random people. If you woke up with one hospital band, you were safe and it signified that you had too pure of a heart to be taken so early. If you woke up with two, however, your heart was impure and she would take your life in due time. If you ran from her, she chased you and got angry. To defeat her, you had to seal her in a burlap sack and toss her into the ocean, releasing her evil spirit to return to the heavens. In the end, no one succeeded in doing so.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:52 pm
Misery Consumes
Misery's all I know;
Pain is all I bring
To those around me
Happiness left me long ago
Happiness is an illusion
Manifested by a person
To hide their pessimism and grief
Happiness doesn't exist
In this world,
There are many living under
The illusion of happiness
There's no such thing as "true happiness"
There is contentment,
But happiness is just a useless word
Thought up by ignorant beings
To hide their suffering and pain,
To live in a delusional state of mind
Where they think they're happy
In the end,
They discover that happiness doesn't exist
And they realize the error of their ways
Misery consumes them,
One by one,
Until it has consumed them all
When they accept that they're miserable,
And will always be so,
Contentment replaces misery
Translation: I bring misery to all those around me. Simple. Happiness is an illusion fabricated by humans so they will ignore how truly unhappy they are.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:53 pm
Don't Be Gone Too Long
I see the morning break
The dawn revealing your smiling face
And I remember
Why I came
I want to see you every day
The days are long and the nights are cold
But with you here, I feel so warm
And I wanna know why you have to leave so soon
It doesn't matter cuz I'll wait for you
But just remember
Don't be gone too long
Cuz I'll miss you, dear
Even if you leave,
I'll hold you near my heart
The memories are here to stay forever
Just don't be gone too long, my dear
I love you more than life itself
I'd give my life to see you smile, baby
I wanna know why you captivate me
Cuz your grip on me won't let me breathe
There's a love for you in my eyes
Tell me do you see it and the size
Of my heart can't get much bigger
And all of the space is for you so
Don't be gone too long
Cuz I'll miss you, dear
Even if you leave,
I'll hold you near my heart
The memories are here to stay forever
Just don't be gone too long, my dear
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:54 pm
Dictator
You dictate everything;
Who I hang around,
Who I date,
Where I go,
When I'm back,
Even what I do
Now that I have someone who cares,
You dictate everything I do with him
He asked me out,
You said no
We talk on the phone,
You complain it's too long
What else will you do to control me?
Will you read this poem?
Will you listen in on conversations?
Will you follow me everywhere?
I know you're protective,
But let the leash go
Take it off of this adult
There's no use for it anymore
But you never will
You'll always control my life
Even in death
Translation: I was mad at my father and he constantly dictates my life.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:56 pm
Freedom
You treat me like a child
You control everything I do
From the clothes I wear
To the style of my hair
My life, because of you,
Is dry, unentertaining, and mild
You say you love me
But it does not show
I try to break free,
But I still get the third degree
You're the one that'll know
If my life is dying drastically
Because even though you try,
I will try right back
Cuz I want my life
And wanna be someone's wife
So I'll try and get it back on track
And your control will slowly die
I dream the day
Wher eI am free to do
Almost anything on my own
Cuz I don't wanna be just another clone
So I'll try and try, harder than you
And I'll be free, no matter what you say
Translation: Same as Dictator. I want freedom from the chains that hold me.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:57 pm
Hurt
I understand how you think now;
How you talk when I'm not there
I understand guys talk smack,
But why about me, too?
Is that really necessary?
You're innocent,
And that is cute,
But just because you are,
Doesn't give you the right to use me.
To use me for such selfish acts,
Such as sex and pleasure,
Would truly hurt me
Since you made that comment,
I've been on guard
So guarded that I didn't want to talk to you
Is that bad?
Is it wrong?
No
I am simply guarding myself from you
Guarding from the pain you'll cause
And the harm you'll do
But the damage is done
Because...
I already love you
Translation: Someone I know said a comment about me and it hurt really bad. They admitted to using me.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 2:24 pm
To The One I Love
You're the moon to my night,
The petal to my rose.
You're the stars to my moon
And the air in my lungs.
Without you, I cannot breathe.
Without you, I cannot live.
Without you, I am nothing.
You're the yin to my yang,
The planets in my universe,
The blood in my veins.
You're everything I need
And so much more.
Words can't express
How I feel when I hear your voice.
You're the water in my ocean
And the rose in my garden.
All this is true
And I'll say it till I'm blue.
You mean more to me than you think
Because without Rose,
There cannot be Kittie.
Translation: This was written for my twin Blackrose332
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 2:26 pm
The Neko and the Rose
She didn't know
Which way was up
When so many
Chewed her up and spit her out.
She didn't know
Why she lived,
Why she breathed,
Why she tried.
All she knew
Was that no on could be trusted.
As the neko strived on,
She saw many dogs.
She fell in love with some
Once she found that that's all they were,
Dogs,
She felt her heart break,
For the neko cared too much
For the wrong people.
Just as she was about to die inside,
She saw a rose.
A single black rose.
So beautiful and meaningful was the rose
That it gave the neko confidence.
Confidence to live,
Confidence to try,
Confidence to love.
Each time the neko felt down,
She visited the rose.
The single, solitary, isolated rose.
And with each passing day,
The neko noticed the rose change.
When the neko first saw it,
It was a small bud.
But as she kept talking with it
And spending time around it,
It blossomed.
So beautiful and meaningful was the rose
That the neko envied it.
"Why are you so beautiful and I so plain?"
The neko asked.
"But you aren't plain,"
The rose responded.
"The reason I am so beautiful is because of you.
You paid attention to me,
Kept an eye on me as I grew.
Without you,
I would have surely died,
Failed at life,"
The rose explained.
"I'm not special,"
The neko grumbled.
"But you are, Neko-chan.
Without you,
I had no reason to live.
You proved to me
The meaning of life.
I saw you try
And try
And try
And it made me strive to live.
It made me see
That even when down,
It's possible to be picked up."
So flattered and amazed was the neko with the rose's words
Thta she decided to accept herself.
Accept who she was,
Why she was who she was,
And accept
The only reason she was alive:
The rose.
The rose taught her many things in her lifetime.
But all beautiful things could not last forever.
The rose soon died,
Leaving a grieving neko behind.
"Do not weep for me, Neko-chan.
For I am always with you.
You made me so happy
And for that,
I thank you,"
Came a small voice.
The neko smiled and nodded,
Deciding she'd live on for the rose.
Days passed,
And the neko continued coming
To the same spot she met the rose,
Wishing she were still alive.
But even in death,
The rose still talked with her.
One day,
Upon returning to her usual spot,
She saw a small bud blooming.
It was right where the rose was.
Unable to take it,
The neko grew angry.
No one and no thing could replace her rose.
It angered her that this bud would try.
The rose was special to the neko.
So special that the neko didn't want to live without her.
Why did she have to go?
Why did she have to leave?
Then the neko saw it.
The bud blossomed into another black rose.
This pushed the neko over the edge
And resulted in a decision being made:
The neko would die.
If she couldn't have her rose,
What was the point in living?
She understood that
The rose wanted her to live on.
But why bother
When she was alone?
Her only friend was the rose.
Her only life was the rose.
Her true love was the rose.
Her only salvation was the rose.
And her guardian angel...
The neko stopped.
Her guardian angel.
Someone meant to look after her
Even in death.
"Now you see, Neko-chan,"
Came the voice of the rose.
"Though I am not there,
I am right by your side,
Watching over you all the time."
This was enough for the neko.
The neko changed her mind,
Deciding to carry on,
Just for the rose.
Now, instead of living for herself,
She was living for the rose, too.
Years passed.
The neko grew closer with the other black rose,
But always holding her first dear to her,
Never to be replaced.
The neko grew older and older,
Until finally,
She was about to die.
She made her way to her spot.
The spot she met the rose.
She curled up in a ball
And slept the eternal sleep,
Joining the rose in the afterlife.
Now, the neko currently stays by the rose's side,
Even in death.
Because their bond
Is stronger than anything anyone could form.
Translation: I wrote this for my twin Blackrose332, showing how much our friendship means to me.
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