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Astareal, those poems are amazing...
I'm sorry about your mom though. From what I read, you two don't really have the closest relationship....?


These are my poems,
they're not very good but oh well.

VALENTINE

Not a red rose or a satin heart,

I give you a cockroach
It is an everlasting gift of love
It promises to live forever
Even through a nuclear explosion.

Here.
It has six hearts so it has more love to give
Like a lover
It will make you cry with fear when you
Do not understand it
I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kiss-o-gram

I give you a cockroach
Its fierce life will stay with you forever
Stubborn and faithful
As we are
For as long as we are
Take it
It will grow bigger if you feed it
If you like.


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HATE

A blade.
It twists fate, it takes lives, it is what I think of
When I think of you.
The blade can cut deeper like you
The blade can cut deep like you
The blade is all of these things, and it is what I think of
Then I think of you.

A blade.
It screams out in fury at all of the things it does
Its icy steel can penetrate anything
It slices your skin and leaves a wide wound
Just like you do.
A blade can kill so can you?

A blade is what I think of when I think of you.

I meant it in a sarcastic way....

Your Death Is Now One Of My Memories

I remembered the day that you died
I stood up all night
And I complained and cried
A suicide attempt to fight

How come everyone dies alone?
Why is this always an unknown?
Why am I the one that always tries?
How come I never can cry?

Life is meant to be this way
I remembered when you passed away
So good night
And good-bye

I never got to say what I wanted to say
Now my days are going grey
Summer now has died down
Smiles are dead, now they�re frowns

Does it have to be this way?
As I stand above your grave
Farewell, good-bye
Good riddance, good night

As I sit and I just wait
For my turn to come today
Just in silence as I fade
Good marrow & good night

Bleh, I'm no good. Here's some poems anyhow

Hits Close to Home

A world full of hatred
A world full of secret
A world full of "you're alone"
No ones there to give you need
No one's there to stop the bleed
A place where it hits close to home

Stars dim in polluted sky
Sun son't seem to come up bright
Chills go right to the bone
Abandoned on the door step
Dead flowers unneatly kept
A place where it hits close to home

Live and learn from the bad
All you want or ever had
Peacefully take nothing and roam
No regrets to revisit
Taken apart bit by bit
From the place where it hits close to home

All the good times all for nothing
Don't know where you'll be going
Nothing to come back to, no?
What will happen on the street
If you were to come back and meet
In the place where it hits close to home?

Live and learn from the bad
All you want or ever had
Peacefully take nothing and roam
No regrets to revisit
Taken apart bit by bit
From the place where it hits close to home

When you cut the contact
Turn around and never look back
That's where it hits close to home.

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F.A.G

Forgotten and gone
Lost in the mist
Only but a memory
Living off reminescence
Inhaling remians of yesterday
On a solemn road of despair
Drank from a fountain of nowhere
Full of poisonous life
In a town beyond derelict
A thousand streets of shattered dreams
A million puddles of lonely tears
A place where it hits close to home
Feeling a darkened hand of silence
Love and care evanescence
Last signs of will vanish
A hundred faces left unnamed
Time flys and has its wings clipped
An army of the past

Forgotten and gone
Alone in a masoleum
What is left of nomadic spirit
Searching for daylight
When there is an eclipse
An eternal darkness backons forth
Chained to lost daydreams
Can't find the last of the inspiration
A hundred faces left unnamed
Time flys and has its wings clipped
And army of the past
Run away from it all
Don't dare to miss one step
They're coming back to haunt you
Risen from depression
Who cares if they will prevail
You were always a f** anyhow.

I am going to write a happy poem, you know, some new, something different.....

There's a foot on my face,
it stinks like ******** a disgrace
The foot is connected to my skull,
in order to remove it, my face would be a hole.

This foot had betryed me,
for if I wore it, my mailman would have paid me,
where is my doe?
I am so sick of this radio active toe!



Actully-this isn't happy. Because there are people near former Chernobyl, with limbsgrowing inside thier bodies, and they'll die a slow, painful, embarassing death...... But my friend stole my hairstyle, so I am going to go kill myself.

I'm assuming you mean "self-conscious." Your subconscious is what makes you dream and things like that. It's not an adjective.

I made a radio active slug in science class
it really did go up my a**
weather you beilieve or not,
it looks like a chunk of snot.

The radio active slug hissed at me,
I was so scared that I had to pee
Even though I crapped my pants
I didn't have fun at the radio active dance.

I know my momma hated me on purpose,
she tried to sell me to the circus
even if I belong with gipses
thats a very mean thing to do to me.

Okay, I'm not sure it matters, but I write songs (which is a kind of poetry). But I kinda am...blunt in them. Here's a sample. If you don't like it, don't read it.

**Sk8board STARE louge**

Nausiated, violated, my life's s**t.
Somebody said I'd better quit.
Sick of running staight; getting nowhere.
Maybe running into walls'll get me there.

Agrivated, dialated, I can't think.
My nose is bleeding; my breath stinks.
Reeking of hatred and losing speed,
a shot to the head is what I need.

Chorus A)
I skinned my knees falling down,
the stairs just laughed as I hit the ground.
I cracked my head at least four times,
and me ******** with life is a crime.

Immotivated, frustrated, I can't see.
My skin is dry; my cuts all bleed.
Busting my a** and killing my pride.
My mind won't stay dead even after it dies.

Chorus B)
I skinned my knees falling down,
the skateboard laughed as I hit the ground.
I smashed my brain at least four times
and me ******** up don't seem a crime.

Agrivated, violated, my life's s**t.
Life gave up on me; it just quit.
Sick of running strait; getting nowhere.
Maybe running into walls'll get me there.

(Chorus A x3)

This is based on this accident I had two years ago when I fell down a flight of cement stairs on a skateboard. I'm really lucky, I should've died. But I like to use my fave. bands to brainstorm with like No Doubt, Green Day, and My Chemical Romance!