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I is bored.....Codi shall post all her poems that she has posted on the internet here! Their good reads.....tad on the depressing side, but yup yup....I'm a really depressed person....Don't like angsty poetry? DON'T READ! lol....nah....that's harsh.....just......don't state the obvious with comments like " eek tis so SAD! AND DARK!!!!" I get that with all my poems! lol read and you'll figure out why thats thought of them.......


You're better off without me
I may as well be dead
All I do is snarle things
I always knot the thread
The feeling's always there
Always in my head
I want it gone, just go away
Before you find me dead
Fading into nothingness
Others can relate
Why oh why do I feel like this
Your everything that I hate
Everything I hate, yet everything I need
Your better off without me
I am nothing that you need






Music drowning out music
Losing all meaning and voice
Just block these emotions already
Don't wanna feel, Don't wanna hurt
Tired of being tired, sick of being sick
The emotions rush around my body
Hurry to point B, then back to point A
Avoid point C, you'll never reach point D
Life contradicts Death and I've let it happen
The loosening knot will soon unravel completely
The story unfolds, and where's my miracle?
Someone's at the door, he's here to claim me
The phone's ringing, she wants me dead
Furious at the world for dealing me s**t
When will my happiness come?
I want to feel satisfied and full
But empty words cause nothing but pain
Diving in with both feet into my destruction
A destruction I welcome with what's left of my heart
To lash out is my only defense left intact
My pain is my doing, I have realized this late
Opportunities missed, were they meant to be mine?
Nothing helps, nothing will, and never has
I'm under construction, when will it end?




Blood red nails, leaving their mark
Stained memories are never the same
Floating to the surface, causing pain
Hidden feelings becoming my reality
Do not feel for the fear of hurting again
I don't want to cry again, not that I ever did
Not allowing these normal functions of myself
No tears, no feelings, are my new curriculum
Whatever tomorrow holds, I'll deal with it
Same as I always have, I just let it come
Arms wide open, head thrown back, I watch the sky
And see the fire raining down on me
Destroying what's left of my sanity
Threadbare and worn, the structure collapses
Caving in on itself, I give you a smile as I'm trapped
That same smile fades and the eyes grow dim as I die



Dreaming in a peaceful state
Stalked by the meaning of death
Knowing these things, I can relate
I can still breathe my every breath
The images full of misery and hate
The sounds burn holes in my soul
My heart beats at an amazing rate
The emotions make my mind full
Metamorphosing, my dreams change
With a startling rapidity, I burn
A vision of a dog touched with mange
And with a heavy heart, I yearn
My head filled with a message
Of which he cannot deliver
I see the hate and feel the fear
The DreamWaker has visited me



Well........thar she be! All the poems from my Poetrypoem site......the first one isn't on their yet.....but It will be when I copy paste it

well well well look who is still ALIVE! Ok well i finally wrote a new poem so id like to know what you guess think. I personaly think it sucks but here it is.


Alone Forever

Forcing a smile upon my face.
As I face another day.
Things are not going my pace; it's to slow for me.
I know I don't matter as the days go by.
It hurts to know I'm alone in the world; Id like to die.
But death comes so slow, it's for the happy sleeping at night, not right.
The pain is numb now, as blood forces its way out of my veins.
The blade in my hand tells a story, a story of a girl who felt unloved, had a mother, two brothers yet felt alone.
Never had a person to care deeply for her, to call her own.
She wished it was different, just for her, she wanted a new life.
She watched the blood run down her wrist as she cut and cried; she had just turned fifteen still alone...forever in time.
Her mother and brothers will never understand how she feels.
Her pain grows softer, knowing the physical pain will overcome her emotions.
Before she takes the last big step she writes a note in blood.
She takes one deep breath cuts once again, on her wrists piercing her life.
The blood flows once more, more then before the blade fell to her pink floor.
Her vision blurred and she saw red.
She had finally put her life to an end.

ok ok if you like to know this poem is kinda about me. BUT dont give me lectures. OK I dont cut (thought about never have and probably never will) I dont plan on killing myself. So please leave that out of the comments cause i got a lecture from Brandon (my closest friend on the net) the other day just tell me what you think.

Tis a beautiful poem, but I already told you that hehehehe

IT ROCKS 3nodding

COMING SOON! ninja

UPBEAT POETRY BY ME! xd

And then time for bad poetry by the Yami blaugh

great poem! I loved it ^.^ biggrin wink 3nodding