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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 4:27 am
i'd put some of mine up but i ahve a117 and im not to confindent inmy writing....
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 2:00 pm
Yeah that's how I am. I think my poems suck so I wont put them up.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 2:43 pm
Tears of the Heart
I don't cut my wrists,
To feel good again,
it's to let you know,
that I'm,
cryin...
Blood is just tears of the heart,
With my soul I cry.
where can i start,
with out trying to die.
I just standing here,
trying to die.
A heart break strong,
a heart is weak,
with a heart.
a body is meek.
Still to this day I wonder why
i keep the thing that makes my cry.
With out a heart I can survive,
it slows me down,
not keep me alive.
I cut my wrists,
not to relive the pain,
but to cry my last tear,
before I go insane.
Emotion is for the weak
a robots perfection is what I seek,
you won't see a tear,
you'll see blood,
when my heart dies.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 6:13 am
Props to Wolf for the poems.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 1:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 2:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 1:07 pm
What shall I choose*
I hold a gun I hold a knife,
and what I shall do,
with my life,
and you...
I can't understand what is wrong with me,
I don't have any thing to lose,
there is nothing that i can see,
what shall I choose?
I cut out my heart,
blast out my brain,
this is just the start.
of me going insane.
I can't understand what is wrong with me,
I don't have any thing to lose,
there is nothing that i can see,
what shall I choose?
you've been beside me,
you've been my friend,
and this is most likely,
to be the end...
I can't understand what is wrong with me,
I don't have any thing to lose,
there is nothing that i can see,
what shall I choose?
I have my knife at my neck,
my gun at my head,
should i choose heck,
or live life instead?
I can't understand what is wrong with me,
I don't have any thing to lose,
there is nothing that i can see,
what shall I choose?
I see the tear in your eye,
your friend is about to die,
when you cry,
it keeps me alive.
I can't understand what is wrong with me,
I don't have any thing to lose,
there is nothing that i can see,
what shall I choose?
I don't wanna hurt you.
You never hurt me.
I know what i'll do.
and you'll see....
I know what is wrong with me,
I have every thing to lose,
there is someone that i can see,
I what I'll choose...
I throw down my gun,
I throw down my knife,
You make it fun,
So I'll live my life.......
*Dedicated to all of my friends and loved ones. I love you guys!
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 5:09 pm
For Every Five
For every five people who die,
another one is born,
For every five people who cry,
other hundred morn,
For every five familes with a home,
a child is left alone,
For every five Ice cream cones,
homeless kids get not even a bone...
For every five good things
comes some thing bad,
For every five bad things,
come at least one reason to be glad.
For every five times a child is loved,
another is beaten,
For every five people who are stuffed,
another hasn't eaten,
For every five great educations,
someone can't read,
For every five policemen at their stations,
millons of people are in need.
For every five good things
comes some thing bad,
For every five bad things,
come at least one reason to be glad.
For every five martyrs
comes a chance,
For every five singles,
comes a romance,
For every five left alone,
at least one gets a home,
For every five wars,
come at least one time of peace....
For every five good things
comes some thing bad,
For every five bad things,
come at least one reason to be glad.
(c)~ Joshua *******
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 6:30 am
Is this suicide selfish,
And will it end in hell?
Don't even ask me,
I can't even tell.
I've been seeing things,
In the shadows for some time,
Are they even really there,
Or have I lost my mind?
Finally there's silence,
My one and only friend,
She talks to me somtimes,
A songlike voice, dancing in my head.
All that we've done,
Over the years of our lives,
Is just preparation,
Before we die.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 6:38 pm
Stem-Cell
Killing the innocents is the worst job,
It's hard to think of all the potential you rob,
It makes your nights long,
and your days short,
it's pure evil, totally wrong,
it's not the weak hearts sport.
But then why do they do it then,
why do they kill her, or him,
why do they murder what could save the world,
just to save one life,
the future the just unfurled,
with just a cut of the knife,
the baby unborn,
it's life has been torn,
the scientists should go to hell,
for inventing the vile use of stem-cell...
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 3:12 pm
Over Run
Gaia has come
over run
with n00bs
and
spelling nazi's.
The literates are forced
to hide
only coming out
if there is a
Good RP.
Some just become
n00bs themselves.
Soon the fate of
Gaia is going to
lead to chatspeak.
Mods try and
fix what is happening.
But they're fighting a
losing battle.
Most of the literates,
oldbies and such,
have taken a
"long break"
from Gaia.
I know that
they are forgeting
about Gaia.
Creating they're own boards
and leaving
Friends.
By
Inwe Greycloak
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 2:08 pm
(This is the un-revised version. I fixed it up a while after i wrote it but I can't find it)
Warmth
I sit alone.
Cold and numb,
Lost and confused,
Full of regret.
My eyes closed.
Hands violently shake.
Tightening my grip,
Stilling the blade.
Tracing the vain.
I slowly smile.
Blood flowing out.
The warmth returns.
The blood drips.
A puddle forms.
The wramth fades.
My body numbs.
I silently cry.
The world fades.
My vision dims.
I slip down,
Onto my knees.
My head bows.
I go cold.
My wrist spins,
The blade sinks,
Through my ribs,
Into my heart.
Blood poors out.
Warm once again.
Head touching floor,
Silently I die.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 2:11 pm
(I havn't looked at this poem since i wrote it.)
Angelic Innocence
Into this world we are born,
innocent and pure.
No crimes against our souls,
short lived it be.
For as we age choices we must make,
that change this innocence.
We are showed happiness and bliss,
along with pain.
Sorrow, grief, and agony,
daily occurences be.
For every bitter moment,
a taste of sugar.
Like pin bunnys into our hearts,
we slowly die.
Each breath more of a struggle,
than the first.
Each painful memory in our lives,
we vividly see.
No matter how much good we have,
its hidden in the haze.
To unbearable amounts,
the pain does mount.
Now matter how bad if in the end,
we have hope.
We can overcome these,
suicidal tendancies.
For our only saving grace,
be this hope.
And with no obstacle,
can we not overcome.
No matter how much darkness,
look for the light,
and your path you shall find.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 12:16 pm
Roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you
but the roses are wilted
and the violets are dead
the sugar bowl is empty
and so is your head
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:52 am
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